Heartless

{23}

No one's had any luck finding this guy. No matter what area they searched, no matter how many men they had on the streets asking questions or cameras hidden in establishments they owned, Taemin was nowhere in sight.

Jimin knew he was lurking about, he had always been exceptionally good at hiding, and the only comfort provided was that it confirmed what they already knew. Someone on the inside had betrayed them, and now another issue was fishing them out amongst the hundreds of men they controlled.

His sister was working just as hard if not more than he was, and he appreciated that effort, he was grateful to have her by his side. Problem was, nothing, absolutely nothing could be found and the sleepless nights were starting to take its toll on her, burning her out. Jimin had finally convinced her to take a break. It wasn't easy doing that, but since her bodyguard agreed and practically forced her into bed, she had little choice in the matter.

She took a while in the shower, and he was taken aback when she asked for help getting dressed. Her body was in an awful state, her skin almost transparent from the lack of sleep and he knew he should've stopped this much sooner. Even if he had to tie her down and force her to rest, he wish he would've done that.

Now she's suffering, and he has to watch. One hour a day of light sleep wasn't going to keep her functioning, but he stepped aside and allowed her to work herself to death. He figured she needed to distract herself from what she was feeling. Hell, he couldn't blame her for that. But it's been too long, and once he helps her get dressed, professionally keeping his eyes away from lingering on places they shouldn't, he tucks her into bed, stacking blankets on top to keep her warm.

He didn't mean to seem creepy, but he had to keep an eye on her, so he sat at her vanity to make sure she was sleeping. The estate was well protected, much better as opposed to the Kang Residence which was now burnt to the ground(due to her request), but that didn't mean he wasn't going to hover over her, even when it wasn't necessary. He simply liked to admire her while she slept. Her pouted lips, her soft cheeks that looked puffy due to them being mushed against the pillow.

For hours he sat in that chair, dazed by her face, not even realizing the sun had come up until it started shining right in his eyes and he groaned. After getting up to close her curtains, her room now completely dark, he sat back down in his seat, stretching his stiff legs from being in this position for so long. He didn't bother eating, or checking in with her brother, because he needed to stay with her.

A full day had gone by, it was around 6 p.m. when she woke up, her small body drowned with blankets and she looked so cute trying to crawl out from underneath them. It took her a while to speak, even open her eyes and adjust to the darkness of the room, finally noticing a figure sitting in her chair and before she starts to freak out and wonder if maybe she's hallucinating, she knows that silhouette all too well and instantly relaxes.

"How long was I out?", her voice was raspy from the amount of sleep she's gotten, and he found it so attractive, how messy and out of touch she was.

"A day."

She perks up in an instant, limbs weak from lack of movement as she struggles to push off the blankets and stand, "Is everything ok?"

His silhouette stands, moving to the side of her bed, easily pushing off the sheets, "Everything's fine as far as I know. I've stayed with you this whole time so it's a good idea for us to see your brother before heading to dinner."

Her brows scrunch together, "Wait, so you're telling me you sat in that chair for a full 24 hours? No eating? Nothing?"

That was her first most important question, and he nodded, patting her head and fixing the strap of her shirt that was starting to fall off her shoulder, the brush of his glove sending a chill through her body.