TEMPORARY || JIKOOK

8

Jimin pov

Jungkook had shown him to his room, pointing out the bathroom and a walk in closet.

Not that he had enough for a drawer, let alone a walk in, and where the towels and extra pillows were.

Then the man had bid Jimin good night and taken his leave quickly, or maybe it was just his imagination.

But it had almost looked like the alpha wanted to get away from him.

When he was finally alone, Jimin sat on the bench at the end of the bed, and placed his head in his hands.

Jimin took several deep breaths trying to center himself.

He wasn't sure he'd known the meaning of exhausted until his life had spiraled out of control.

He let the events of the day playback and he couldn't believe all that had happened.

When the creepy had started knocking on Jimin's door at random times, it'd had him buying an extra lock.

But then the man had gotten to cornering him when he got home like he was waiting in the bushes for Jimin.

It had all made him feel very uncomfortable.

Then the man had asked him out.

Ewww like he would ever.

He reeked for Christ's sake.

he would rather sleep under a bridge.

He hadn't taken the threat the asshole made seriously but apparently he should have.

Most people would look at his current predicament and think there was an obvious solution, get rid of the pregnancy and return home.

But the very thought had his heart contracting painfully in his chest.

he decided to take the night off from all the decisions he would surely have to make.

Be honest, you've made them already.

He ignored the voice that was calling him out, and decided a shower and bed was what he needed.

He just needed to be done with this day. Then maybe things would start looking better.

Jimin stood, but his whole body protested the move.

Fuck he felt like he was twenty-one going on eighty-one with how bone weary he was feeling.

He considered skipping the shower part and crawling into the large queen sized comfortable looking bed.

But after the encounter with his former landlord, the tears, well he felt like he needed to wash the day off of him.

Plus the thought of a genuine hot shower was enough to get him moving.

Jimin walked into the en suite, and he wasn't surprised by what he found.

He may have been living frugally the past almost two years, but this was the luxury he'd grown up surrounded by.

The bathroom had a large walk-in shower that could easily fit four people, six at a squeeze, as well as a large freestanding oval tub, two sinks, and a bidet.

There was also toiletries, body wash, shampoo, conditioner, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and little washcloth.

Fuck, he was in heaven.

He had given up all the expensive lotions and creams he used to use before, and when things were good with Jiwoo, he hadn't missed them.

Hell, he knew he would have happily spent the rest of his life with Jiwoo perfectly middle class.