Yoongi is a diabled millionaire. He's...surviving. That's pretty much it.
But when he hired a new caretaker for his home that seemed to change. Park Jimin quickly becomes his best friend and they spend all time together. But after just a short time...
Jimins pov: The door opens after a while of silence. This is it. Behind the door sits a man in a wheelchair. He's wearing red hoodie with ripped, skinny jeans in the color black. His hair is parted in the middle and the eyes look gentle. The mouth is a serious line tho. Actually pretty good looking. And not an old man! He's 25-30 something.
"Hello?" The man says. "Hello sir. My name is Park Jimin, and I'm supposed to your new maid." I try to sound confident and serious, but this mans appearance makes me very nervous. "Maid? My maid? You're not my maid! Who told you that?" "I-ummm...I thought that was the job I applied for...?" Oh no, is something wrong? "I guess but I wouldn't call that a maid. I just hired you to help me with some stuff around the house. Maybe like help me get dressed, and lift heavy stuff, drive my car, yeah, stuff I can't do. Oh, by the way, I'm Min Yoongi. But you can call me Yoongi hyung or something." I nod. "Okay...I-...is it still an apartment available for me?"
My heart is beating my chest out. Did I misunderstand all this?! Now I'm not sure about this job anymore... Then the streets is gonna be my new job.
"Yeah. Come on in." I let out a breath I didn't know I held. "You look relived, is something wrong?" Yoongi asks with a frown. "No, no it was just this apartment was a very big deal for me." "Great, let me show it to you. Come on." Yoongi turns around and rolls inside the house. I quickly grab my stuff and jog after.
The house is giant. The floor is marble but you can see some wheel scratches. There's not much furniture, just some paintings and photographs of himself. The pictures contains of everything from landscapes to portraits...of himself? And a beautiful girl on some of them. But who has pictures of themselves on their walls?!
Yoongi stops in front of a door and tries to open it. But he falls back down in the wheelchair with a groan. Maybe he needs help. I open the door for him.
"Thank you. Here's your room...Jiminshi?" "Yeah. Thank you."
When I enter the door my jaw literally drops to the floor. I thought I would be living in some sort of cleaning scrub. This room is giant. A bit like a classroom in size. In the middle a king sized bed is standing.
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The light blue and gold blends so well over the room and makes it look magic. I can't believe this is my room.
A tv and a sofa in the same color is placed on the other side of the room. On the table I see a basket. In the basket I see everything I can think of. Fruit, candy, snacks, a blanket, a mug, three books, a teddy and a water bottle. This someone must've really made an effort.
I feel myself tear up. It was a long time since someone made something just for me like this. Even if we don't know each other, Yoongi still did it for me.
"Hyung! You should've have done this! I can't take it! Take it back! Please!" I beg. "No Jiminshi. It's yours. I expect you to take it." "I-oh okay. Thank you Yoongi hyung." "No problem." Yoongi smiles and I immediately melts cuz that smile is something else, he looks like a gummy bear while smiling. "I'll let you get used to the room, I just wanna go over some rules first." "Okay." Now I'm scared. "Yeah, so as you live with me, so I'm responsible for everything you need: food, furniture, hygiene products and clothes. You get a card from me so you don't have to use your own. I will let you do what you want mostly, but sometimes I will need you, but then I will call you...right, juste, there is a lamp here next to the bed. If it lights up and beeps, it means I need you. Then I expect you to come. ... One last thing: I have three rules: no smoking in the house, no pets and no sex. All set?" Yoongi asks.
My head hurts by all the new information. But I somehow understand. His rules sounds good. But letting him pay for everything.
"I'm sorry but I can't let you do that. I work here which means I get money and I can pay for my own things. Thanks tho." I smile at Yoongi.
Fuck! Why is he making me so damn nervous?! And that gaze! Why is he looking at me like that. Like I am some kind of snack. But stop Jimin, you can't think like that about some kind of old man. He's probably a pedo or something.
"I don't think you heard me. It's not an offer, it's a decision. I stand by my word. I can see you, torn clothes and barely any belongings. Of course I know you can't pay for yourself. Let me do it, please Jimin."
With that he leave me dumbfounded alone in the room. Who is this man?! The only thing I know is he's full of attitude...and money.
I can't contain my curiosity so I start to explore the room. The wardrobe seems to be right next to the door. There are two double doors and when I open them I am greeted by a room as big as my previous apartment. A walk-in closet!! OMG!!! I squeal with delight and do a little dance of joy. In the wardrobe there's clothes, lots of clothes. I look through them until I find something that feels right, a pair of black jeans and a gray hoodie. I quickly take off my dirty old clothes and put on the new ones. They fit like a glove. How could he know my size!?
With the new clothes on, I continue to explore the room. There is an empty bookcase, a blue carpet and some paintings hung up. There is also another door. I open it and am greeted by a huge bathroom. Everything is clothed in marble. A marble toilet and sink?! There is also a bathtub and a shower that would fit five people. Right, I also forgot to mention that there is a sauna. What kind of heaven have I ended up in?
Yoongispov: My heart's racing while I roll into my room. My cheeks burn and I'm out of breath. Why am I like this? That new guy, Jimin, seems pretty normal. It's just that normal guys don't have blond fluffy hair and a face from an angel. But why do I think he's cute? I'm not gay! Nope! I've dated girls before and liked it, so this must be something else. Of course I can think he's cute, just like you do with small kids.
a few hours later
It's time for dinner. Guess I'll have to cook something to impress him a bit. Make a good impression I mean. I have to make sure Jimin feels welcome. I'm checking the fridge and decide to make bulgogi (marinated meat with rice and veggies.) It's relatively easy and that kid doesn't look like he's picky.
When I'm done with the food I start to overthink how to contact him. I'll just do it by text.
Yoongi: Hello. The foods done.
Jiminie: Huh? Who's this?
Yoongi: Who do you think it is? It's Yoongi. Now come to the kitchen.
Jiminie: Okay, I'll try to find it.
"Hello" Jimin whispers when he enters the kitchen. I can't lie, my heart skipped a beat when I heard that honey-sweet tone. "Hello Jiminshi, what did you think of the room?" I manage to say. "It was good." He smiles and his eyes form semimoons. "But I do have one question. Weren't I supposed to be the chef of the house?" "No Jiminie, don't think like that. You aren't my maid, you're just helping me. Maybe we can cook every other day?" "Okay, sounds good." God, how's he so adorable? I'm dying. "Great, are you cooking tomorrow?" I try to sound teasing to maybe get a laugh out of him, and it works!
Jimins laugh makes my belly do weird stuff. We haven't even known each other for a day but I'm already liking him. He has positive vibes. Even tho he's shy, he seems funny and has a good aura. I look forward to being his friend.
(Guys, guys, guys...THEY FINALLY MET! Who do you think is gonna fall first? Comment ➡️
