Producer nim

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"Who the hell are you?!"

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I turn around and continue to eat my apple while leaning against the counter with my back against the guy that I could give zero fucks for.

Guess that seemed to anger him since he scoffed and continues to bitch around. "Hey, do you need me to repeat what I just said." Shifting with a sigh, I throw away my now finished apple and check my watch.

4:05am

  I turn back around to face him and look him in the eye. "Don't worry. I heard you perfectly fine, but I just choose to ignore you. Who the fuck are you anyways? Song didn't tell me people were going to stay in our house?"

  "First off, my name is Jimin. Second off, what the fuck are you talking about 'our' house? Last time I checked Song wasn't seeing anyone."

  Scoffing, I brush off his attitude. "Well how about this? Why don't you stay the fuck out of my business with Song and tell me why the hell you even up at this hour." He seemed to want to speak his mind, but decided against it, which in my opinion was a smart choice. "Whatever." Grumbling with a classic eye roll. "I just came down for water, so you can stop eyeing me down like I'm a little bitch."

  A burst of amused laughter escapes my mouth while I make my way to the stairs before halting my steps and look back. "I'm not gonna lay a hand on you since I still don't know why you're even here, plus you're his guest and I heard there are others, so... goodnight then, I have to get back to my baby boy."

  With that done I head back upstairs with an evident smirk on my face.

Jimin's POV~

  I slam my fist on the counter as he leaves upstairs and start to take in deep breaths. Who the hell does that motherfucker think he is. He can't be with Song, can he? I don't believe it. At least I don't WANT to believe it.

  Drowning my glass of water, I drop it into the sink and wash it before putting it up and turning off the lights. I start walking up the stairs to my room and start thinking about what to do.

  Letting the door close behind me, I climb on my bed and get under the covers to stare up at the ceiling. Is that asshole going to still be here in the morning? I'll probably catch the others up later, so let's hope that guy isn't up before we all are.

??? POV~

  That fucker is going to be a really pain in the ass sooner than later, unfortunately. I lift the sheets and get under the cover to lay with Y/n. Thankfully her fever is starting to go down and should be gone by the time she wakes up for breakfast.

  Draping my arm over my eyes, I take a moment to collect myself. Seeing her sick just makes me want to go all mama bear on her and just take her away from everything, and keep her from harms way, and keeping her to myself, especially now that there are complete strangers staying here without me even knowing.

  For some odd reason I find his looks familiar as if I've seen him somewhere. All of my thoughts snap away when I hear her shifting, releasing a groan. Looking over at her, my eyes stop on a familiar tattoo on her hip. She really did take care of it. Silently laughing to myself, I wrap my arms around her to pull her close to my exposed chest and tuck her head in close to my neck.

Feeling small, slow, even puffs of breaths, I let my body relax and drift off slowly. Hopefully when we wake everything is better than what it was a few moments ago.

"Goodnight love~"

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Short chapter this time:)

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