Mr Park, CEO || Book 1 of CEO || PJM || ✔

t w e n t y o n e

JIMIN

I stood frozen in anger for about ten minutes before I realilsed what I had done. I wasn't angry at her, I was angry at myself; she had figured out who I was, and it was all my fault. My own stupidity

"Shit," I groaned to myself, pulling the door to my office open and rushing out to the living area, "Bee?" She wasn't there, so I moved to the back of the apartment to check the bedroom and the bathrooms. But she wasn't there, either.

"Bee?!" I called loudly, "Please, I'm sorry, can we talk?" As I wandered back to the living area, I noticed that the front door was slightly ajar.

"Oh no," I rushed over and yanked the door open, "Bee?!"

Stuffing my feet into shoes, I rushed down to the car park. The car I had brought her was still there, but on the floor by the gate, was her key.

She had gone.

I ran back up to get my keys, rushing to my office to get my phone from my desk as my heart began to pound loud enough for me to hear my heart pumping in my ears.

"What?" Yoongi picked up on the first ring, and my words came out in a garbled rush as I spoke.

"She's gone! She's gone!"

"Wait, what?" Yoongi sounded confused, "What do you mean, she's gone?"

"She found out, Yoongi!"

"You didn't fucking tell her?! Okay, so she found out and left.. Don't worry, she'll just drive home to Jungkook and her father, or here to me,"

"She left the car,"

"Excuse me?" Yoongi sounded angry suddenly, "Why would she do that?"

"I panicked!" I cried, "She came into my office, and she saw my pictures, and I panicked and told her to get out! I just meant my office, I didn't mean for he-"

"So you're telling me... You screamed at her to get out, and now shes walking home in the dark, while it's raining?!"

I stopped as I reached my front door again, noticing that her shoes were in the rack, "Without any shoes on,"

"For fucks sake, Park Jimin! I'm going to fucking kill you! Don't move, stay in your house, I'm going to look for her,"

Min Yoongi hung up on me, and I stood in my open doorway, tears  beginning to fall as the reality of what I had done both in the past and now, hit me.

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BEE

"What the fuck are you doing!?" Jungkook yelled at me as he jumped out of his car, rushing around to throw his arm around me, "You're drenched!"

He led me gently, despite his tone, to his car and put me in the passenger seat, before running back to the drivers side. With a sigh, he turned to face me.

"What happened, Noona?"

"I want to go home," I muttered miserably. I lowered my head and tried to hide my face with my hair, but it was so wet that it was just hanging in clumps around my face, sticking to my wet, cold skin.

Jungkook cranked the heating up as he pulled away, "Did he do something?" I heard him grind his teeth as he watched the road, eyes flickering to me every now and then, "Did Jimin do something?"

I shook my head, "I was stupid," I whispered quietly. I didn't want to go into any more details, because I was afraid of Jungkook turning around and going back to Jimins apartment.

"Noona, tell me what happened," He said gently, "I-" He was cut off by the sound of my phone ringing, and I slowly looked down to see a picture of my best friend on the screen.

"Are you not going to answer?" He asked. I numbly lifted the phone, but looked up in surprise as Jungkooks large hand reached out, taking the phone from my cold fingers.

"Hey Hyung," He held the phone to his ear, one hand gripping the wheel tightly. I vaguely had a thought of telling him that he shouldn't be driving if he's on the phone, but I couldn't get the words out. My mind felt cloudy, and dull.

"Yeah, I've got her. We're in the car,"

I could hear a faint mumble of Yoongi speaking on the other end of the phone, but couldn't make out the individual words. I wan't really sure I cared all that much.

"He's worried? Well isn't that fucking nice of him,"

Jungkook was irritated, I could tell by the tone of his voice.

"I'm taking her home. She's soaking wet, and isn't even wearing shoes,"

Huh, I forgot I wasn't wearing them.

"Okay, see you there,"

Jungkook hung up and offered my phone back to me. That was nice of him. But I couldn't be bothered to lift my hand to take it back.

"Noona?"

He could hold it for now.

"Hey, Noona!"

I was tired. Maybe I should sleep for a bit.

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My chest felt too tight, too small, and it hurt to breathe. I was too hot, and too cold all at once, and my head felt as if it was going to explode.

"Jungkookie," I croaked, "Please turn down the heating,"

"Thank God, she's awake," I heard someone sigh, and forced my tired eyes open, "I'll get the Doctor,"

I saw the figure of Jungkook rush out of the room, and slowly looked to my left when I heard a soft sob, "Dad?"

"Bee, oh my God," My father was sat on a chair next to the bed that I was laying in, grasping my hand tightly. I looked around the room slowly, and came to the realisation that I was in a hospital.

"What's going on?" I asked, my voice hoarse; it hurt just to speak.

"You passed out in Jungkooks car," My father said. I could feel my eyes growing heavy again, "You have pneumonia,"

"From the rain?" I mumbled, barely able to keep myself awake.

"It's from stress as well. Go to sleep, Bee, we will talk when you wake up,"

My eyes closed, and as I started to drift off, I heard my father address Jungkook as he came back into the room.

"Where's Jimin? We need to call him,"