I stood up and let out a groan as my body ached. I had fallen asleep on the couch in my work clothes. I got up and walked to the kitchen before my current thought was interrupted by another.
Jimin.
I looked around, but he wasn't here still.
"Jimin..?" I called out, hoping I had pronounced his name right.
I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to remember the morning.
He helped me carry bags.. I let him inside.. I laid on the couch.. needles.. Needles?
I quickly ran to my bag, checking the zipped compartment. There sat my only happiness. Heroine.
Where did he go?
I quickly changed my clothes and put together a small bag before heading to the door, but tripped as soon as I stepped out of the door.
"Fuck!" I cursed as I fell.
"Morning babygirl."
Jimin.
I groaned. "I thought you were gone loser!" He helped lift me up.
"I don't need help." I pushed him off, making him roll his eyes playfully.
"So how much?" He asked blankly.
"Huh?" I said, wiping dirt off my butt.
"For the heroine. How much?"
"What heroine?" I played stupid.
"C'mon Audriiii. $50? $80?"
"Don't you dare call me Audri, that's a nickname for people I actually care about" I went to the kitchen and started brewing some coffee.
He laughed a little bit then hopped onto the counter to sit.
"Get your ass off the table where I EAT, I'd rather not eat your ass." I demanded.
He chuckled. "Should I eat your ass instead then?"
I glared and went to the door.
"I truly enjoyed your company but you best get going, you wouldn't want to waste your day in this small apartment." I said, trying to encourage his departure.
He got off the counter and helped himself to a cup of my freshly brewed coffee.
I groaned and went to the couch, giving up on my attempt at forcing him out.
"You know what? Fine. I'll give you $100" He said with a sigh.
"I don't want your money, I want some peace in my own house." I replied
"It's an apartment, sweetheart." He corrected me.
I look to him and noticed the long, proud smirk smeared on his face.
"It's going to be a grave soon when I kill you." I huffed and went to the kitchen, ripping the cup of coffee out of hands.
"Thanks." I said with the most fake smile I could produce.
"Anytime babycakes."
I nearly choked.
