Chapter : 32

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Two weeks later

"His surgical scar is healing well. I will come tomorrow morning to change the wound dressing again. After tomorrow morning's check-ups, the doctor will probably approve his discharging process."

A kind middle-aged nurse says as she smiles with both males. Jimin mumbled a thanks to the nurse as Namjoon walked behind her and opened the door for her so she could easily wheel her trolley out.

"I am going home tomorrow....yeahhhh."

"Yah, Yah, don't move much. Wanna get  those stitches done again?"

"Uh, nohhh,"
Jimin stops his little happy dance and sits back, letting Namjoon ease the resting position of his bed by pressing some buttons. He saw how his brother's lips also curved into a smile when he celebrated his little happy news.

"Mother wants to take you with her, but it's up to you."
Namjoon says as he folds his long sleeves shirt up and unbutton a few buttons of his dress shirt. He has been here straight from a business meeting because since the day Jimin got his consciousness back from the surgery, he found it hard not to stay away from him. On the other hand Jimin also didn't like anyone near other than Namjoon himself or Yoongi because he was purely scared that his parents will come and forced him to go States and do his further medical processes there.

Ever since Jimin got his surgical done, his mother used to visit him. It was Namjoon who told her because he thought no mattet what Jimin's mother deserved to know it. He knew how that lady cared about her child dearly. Yes, he never got that motherly love from her, but he never thinks that Jimin should also lose it. Especially when he is in such a dangerous condition, he knows he will appreciate his mother's presence even though he directly never asked it.

But things didn't happen in the way Namjoon expected. Though he told her everything about Jimin, he put one condition on his mother. He has asked her not to take her husband with her. But she has broken that. When he has clearly asked her not to tell Jimin's father, his mother has a visit to the hospital together with him.

He didn't see what happened behind the doors as he let the family have thir time. But as soon as they left, Jimin asked him not to let his father visit him ever again. That was enough for Namjoon. Since then, he has somehow made him stop visiting Jimin, but he knew his orders were still reaching the younger through his wife.

Park Kyoung Ho was the one who wanted to send Jimin abroad. Jimin also wants to recover quickly, but he never likes  the idea of going to another country for that. Only he knows why, but that is enough for Namjoon. He personally never liked the idea even a bit ever since his father proposed that to him as he never got a good feeling about that. So after jimin speaks to him, he has made his decision very precisely.

"Hyung....I don't wanna to go back to that mansion. Don't let her take me there. I want to either go my home or yours, but don't tell Mama where you are taking me. I don't feel very good when she keeps nagging bedside me, asking to agree with what father says, "

"Don't worry. I won't let anything happen against your will. Now take a rest. Tomorrow morning we will go home."

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"Yoongi, are you sure you are alright?"

Jungkook asked, hugging a set of fresh sheets. He was watching the way that man was going crazy over every single particle of dust inside the house. All this time, he knew Yoongi as a bodyguard, but at the moment, he suspects him to be a pro cleaner. Like star graded cleaning staff any agency can ever offered.

"I am I am. Just hold those for a minute. I am almost done here."

The man said as he turned off the excessively used vacuum clear. If that thing could talk, it might have already yelled loudly, asking to give it a break. For nearly five to six hours straight, he has been cleaning the house. Floor looked sparkly clean as every nook and corner of the house was totally sanitised and well cleaned.

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