hitman 。p.j.m [DISCONTINUED]

[CHAPTER 2]

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You were in Jimin's room, and dare you say, it was magnificently designed with beautifully decorated windows and walls. The walls had a nice light shade of blue tinted with bright yellow flowers. Normally, you wouldn't see this in a boys room. However, it was made so that to the human's eye it was aesthetically pleasing. You were in utter shock, or rather in complete awe. Even his bed, the same color as his tinted flowers, gave off a sophisticated vibe. To the corner, there was a traditionally made wooden desk with a comfy leather chair, the things on the desk were messy though.

You watched Jimin walk towards his bed and sit down. He signaled you to come sit next to him. Shyly, you walk over to his bed, and sit down with your hands placed on your lap. This was your undercover personality, so you had to act the part and make it believable.

There was an awkard silence, until Jimin broke it. "So how are you?" He asked, looking everywhere but you.

"I'm good, how about you?" You answered simply, confused as to why he wouldn't look at you.

"I'm better now that I got a new friend." He replied while smiling at the vase filled with tulips, trying his best to avoid eye contact.

You chuckled, "That's good to know, me too." You didn't really mean it though, it was your job. Somehow, you had to entertain Jimin and get to know him better. Deciding you had to get more comfortable around him, you swerved around to face him fully. Pulling your legs onto the bed, you sat gracefully, appealing to the eye, modest. If you showed interest in becoming friends and the feeling of comfort, the mission would go way more smoother. So, that's exactly what you did. You smiled sweetly and questioned, "So how old are you?"

"Eighteen." He responded, twiddling his thumbs like a child. You'd swoon over that if you weren't acting, but you were surprised. The young man was eighteen, shocking.
"Really?" You and Jimin started talking and talking, since you were both the same age. You counted the days and the month, only then realizing that Jimin was unfortunately older than you. "Darn, you're older than me!"

Jimin laughed, "Now you have to call me Jimin Oppa."

You pouted and playfully pushed him, "Oh shush, I know." You didn't mind though, since Jimin seemed to be warming up to you. How easy, you thought, it's like he's just begging to die.

"Well it's getting late, and we both have to go to school tomorrow. Let's hit the hay early, sound good?"

You nodded, "Fine by me." It was quite late after all, and you needed to wake up early and inspect the house. A little sleep wouldn't hurt anyone. Jimin grinned and gestured for you to stand up, and jogged to his bedroom door. You stood up and followed him as he guided you through the house, eventually revealing a plain guest room. Although it gave off a simple vibe, the room was still a nice view. Plain white walls, plain white bed, but the decorations were excellent and up to your expectations.

"Sleep well, Y/N. Goodnight!" Jimin spoke before exiting the room and leaving you alone. You turned around and looked at the bed. Giggling mischievously, you hopped on and started jumping on the bed like a child.

"It's so soft and bouncy, I'm marrying this bed," you joked, falling down onto the soft surface. After a few minutes of thinking to yourself, slowly, you drifted of to sleep. "Goodnight mother," you whispered softly.