SEX YOU two | p.jimin

chapter | 3

| mara's point of view

A beansprout in an open meadow; that's exactly how I feel right now, a very very very small bean. My shoulders felt so heavy with the burden of this new environment around me. All the physical, mental and emotional stress, it's burning me out.

I sighed deeply, dragging myself to the doctor's quarters. I began to imagine my room, my bed, my soft pillows and my warm blanket. The whole picture made me sigh, "I want to go home."

My phone vibrated inside my coat's pocket, I fished it out and immediately smiled when I saw the caller ID, "Hey."

"Hey." His sweet voice sending electric signals to my brain, making my nerves tingle in happiness. "How's the first 24 hours?"

"Totally chaotic." I let out a small chuckle so he wouldn't worry much about me. "And you?"

"I'm on my way home right now." He said.

"Jackson's driving you?"

"Yeah." Jimin answered. "Wish you were with me." I could imagine his face when he said it. I want to see him so badly. All this longing for him feels like another form of torture.

"Keep talking." I hummed, dragging my voice out a little bit. I held the phone against my ear, just listening to him takes my stress away.

The doctor's quarters was just a corner away, I fixed my eyes ahead and blinked when I saw someone familiar passing by. "Hoseok?"

"Hoseok?" Jimin quizzed, "Is he with you?"

"No but I think I just saw him." I said, thinking why he'd be here at the very hospital I'm working in and in the Psychiatric department at this hour.

"Mara?" Jimin waited at the other end of the line.

"I'm not sure. Maybe I'm just tired and I'm starting to see things." I laughed, letting myself be focused on Jimin again, "Why would Hoseok come here anyway? That alone doesn't make sense."

Jimin chuckled, "Right. You sound really tired. Get a lot of sleep. I don't want you to getting sick. And be home soon because I miss you."

A smile automatically formed on my lips, warmth filling my body up and making feel all fuzzy inside, "Yeah, I'll see you when I get back. Goodnight."

With Jimin's last words, the call ended. I headed for the doctor's quarter's, expecting nothing but my own empty space at the bottom of the double deck bed. All my fellow interns were still on duty and it was only me who turned in early. Reaching the door, I heard some clattering noise inside but I gave it no mind, thinking that maybe someone was also inside having their nap time. I turned the knob and stopped short as I witness a scene I was not supposed to see.

At that very same time, her eyes shot open, fingers gripping at his hips as she spoke in a long shaky moan. "Yes papi!"

"Fuck." He had her on the work table, thighs around his hips, her buttons popped open. Her hair that she used to put in a tight, neat bun everyday was in a mess, tangled around his fingers as he buried himself in her.

"Hoseok!" I was frozen in place. He turned his face to me, seeing my flushed face, my expression was beyond comprehension, a mixture of both horror and shock. I really have a knack for stuff like this.