"I am Agust and I will be your bodyguard for the next couple of months until I receive any orders; otherwise"
"August? This is still July. Is that even an actual name? Anyway, mind your own business while you stay here, Mr. Calender. Don't dare to s...
A male in his mid twenties grabbed his cardigan, which gave him a little bit of warmth in the cold room he was in. He hugged it more to his thin frame, hating how he had to limit his winter enjoyment to this glassy window.
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"Don't rest your face on that cold glass, Jimin-ah."
"Oh, you came? Can you help me to go out, please... promise to come inside just in minutes...please--okay, fine, then five minutes. Come on, Jungkook. "
"Okay then, just for five minutes. Wait, I will bring your wheelchair."
Jimin nodded and looked at the way his brother's bodyguard walked inside. He has been using a wheelchair to move around as the doctors advised him for extreme rest. He was only allowed to walk inside the home, and that too was only for a very limited area.
"Here, hope in."
Jimin unconsciously giggled at the playful younger bodyguard's command because he was the only one dare to being so playful around him when all the others treated him like he is a gas balloon that would blast at the slightest mistake they make around him. He knows Namjoon and Hoseok doing it out of care they had for him. But this Jungkook guy was an exemption. He wasn't anyone he knew for so long, neither friend nor family, but surprisingly, he found his brother's young bodyguard is the only person he likes to hang out in this house. He treated him like a normal person, it's not like he didn't care, it's just he was also not very instructions following person.
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"If you didn't come inside in five minutes--"
"What you gonna do, kid? Toss me over your shoulder and carry me inside like a sack of potato like you did last Sunday?"
"No, I will be take you inside in ten."
Jimin chuckled again and wondered how rarely he laughed like this lately in his life. He sat on the wheelchair and Jungkook started to slowly push it to the snowy garden.
"Jimin, sir Namjoon asked me to tell you that your therapy session on this Friday got changed to this Saturday."
