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21 : Flip in the personality

"Driver," Jimin called the chauffeur softly, "take me to the hospital."

"Sure, sir." The driver immediately turned towards the hospital the infamous assistant was taken to.

Jimin had his eyes closed as he leaned against the car seat. His back pricked against the leather and his own clothes after being in the sun for too long. He recalled Jungkook telling him about his skin allergy when he first met the younger at his house. He kept his eyes closed for minutes before he felt the car halting.

Covering his face entirely, he got out and fished for his wallet. He handed some cash to the driver. "Go home. I will take the car."

The driver bowed before handing over the keys to Jimin, which he tucked in his pocket before getting out of the car and looking up at the hospital building. A few rooms were dark and a few were filtering out lights. He could see a few children with comic books, sitting by the window.

His feet sprinted him inside the premises in the next moment and he stopped at the reception at the ground floor. "I am here to see Jeon Jungkook."

The receptionist's eyes widened and before she could squeal, Jimin shushed her. "I'll give you an autograph if you keep quiet about it."

The woman nodded excitedly and handed Jimin a diary and a pen. The actor rolled his eyes behind the hood of his cap as he accepted the paper, and scribbled his signature. "Jeon Jungkook's room now." He asserted.

"Thirteenth room in A-wing." The woman answered excitedly.

"Thank you." Jimin nodded at her, raising his face. The young woman gasped and looked dreamily at the actor's back as he strode towards the said room.

Just as Jimin barged in after finding it, he saw Jungkook sitting in a very light hospital gown with puffy skin. He quickly took off his cap to indicate to his assistant that it was him before he turned to shut the door behind him. "How are you feeling now?" He asked, stepping closer to the bed.

"Better. I was dehydrated."

"I guess it's my fault you have been losing so much liquid from your body lately." The man tried to joke and Jungkook let out a mute chuckle.

Jimin grabbed the small stool that was kept beside the bed and sat on it. "Do you need a few days off from work?" He asked after thinking for a second.

"Jimin-"

"I think you should take off."

"Jimin-"

"I am giving you off."

"You never listen to me, Jimin."

"What? What is it?" The man asked, looking innocently at the younger.

"I do need a few days off. But not because of this," he pointed at his own skin. "Jimin... I- I know you said to not talk to them but-"

"Jungkook," Jimin interrupted softly.

"Please let me finish~"

Hearing the younger whine, Jimin accepted defeat, nodding as an indication for the assistant to talk now.

"I met Taehyung because I wanted to know about Namjoon. I am not as weak as you think I am. It would have taken much more from Taehyung to get me to talk. I realized that he was trying to ask me about you, but I denied talking about you at all. But in the end, he was there because he was interested in me and he... He kissed me."

"He what?" Jimin raised his brows, clenching his fingers into a fist on his lap.

"I know... I am sorry. I was drunk."