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"Seowon-ssi," one of the staffs called me. I looked at her and gave her a smile.

"Nae, sunbaenim?" I stood, being respectful towards my senior.

"Where is the regular? Mr. Park?" she asked, while checking her appointment book.

I frowned. "Sorry?"

"You don't know?" she closed the book and look at me.

"Mr. Park had'nt come for 2 days now. Do you know where he is?" she continued. I frowned harder.

Jimin had'nt come for 2 days? Okay, that's rare. Usually if he does'nt come, he will either call or text me telling me that he can't come.

Is it because of yesterday? Is it because of me?

"Um well, i think i need to go now. And Park Seowon-ssi," she looked at me and smiled. I gulped.

"..please sort those problems of yours and Jimin immediately. It written all on your face, honey." she said, and she left me hanging there.

Does it too obvious?!

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Ding dong~

I look back at the paper that i wrote Jimin's home address. If you were wondering how did i get the address?

Ofc its because im her dentist so i hold all of his private info.

I rang the bell, again since no one opens the door. I'll ring it once again and if no one opens it, i'll go.

I was about to ring it again when suddenly the door clicked and opened.

And there he is, Park Jimin..

..with a blanket wrap around his body? What happened to him?

"Jimin-ssi?" I called him. He looked at me, and clicked his tounge. Then he look at his feet. "What are you doing here," he asked, some reason sarcastic to my ear.

"Oh.. i.. are you okay? You did'nt come to the dental hospital." I said, worried. Yeah. I was worried.

"Oh you're concern about me now?" he smirked, a little. He looked weak.

I frowned. "Look. I'm here because i'm worried, alright? I did'nt mean anything else. Let me help you." I said, straight forwardly. If he wants to play games with me, its fine but he should really concern about his health right now than his feelings.

He sighed. "Fine." He opens the door wider, signing me to come in.

I came in and closed the door.

Holy shit.

This house is too big for a person. When i say too big, i say its really really too big.

Who is the interior designer of this house again?

"What are you doing? Sit down," I nodded and sat at the sofa in the living room.

This house is huge i swear to god.

"Do you want a drink? Soju? Orange?" he asked me, from the kitchen across the living room. I could see him from here.

"What? No no no," I stood up and came towards him. "You should rest,"

I grabbed his hand and escort him to the living room. I pushed him to sit on the sofa. He looked shocked of my actions.

"Okay. Jim— no, Mr. Park, have you breakfast yet?" I asked, with a smile i always gave at my patients.

He slowly shook his head.

"Oh god, you have'nt eaten yet?!" I literally shocked. Its basically 11:30 am right now and breakfast time will be over in like 30 minutes more and he have'nt eaten yet?!

He controlled his laugh. He keep his straight face. I see that, boy.

"Okay okay. I'll make a quick breakfast for you, alright? Wait here," i said as i ran to the kitchen and gather all of the ingredients to make a chicken porridge.

After about an hour, i finally made my special-for-sick-person porridge! Hah!

"Jimin-ssi," I shook his arm slowly, waking him up. He opens his eyes a bit and start yawning.

HE IS BEAUTIFUL.

He looks mochi as hell nobody can relate.

"Jimin-ssi, your breakfast~" he stratched his body and smiling at me. Oh god he looks so perfect. Nobody deserves him, even myself! And that's why i'm not ready to be with him.

"Oh you made this? It looks yummy,"

Omg his hoarse voice. Again. Shit i sounded like desperate hoe.

Jimin took the porridge and eat it slowly. I felt so happy, just seeing him eating. 😊

"Its delicious!" he looked at me with wide eyes. I laughed.

"It is?" He nodded, enthusiastly.

"Alright, then." I smiled. "I think i should go now? See ya." I said.

As i stood up, Jimin held my hand.

And my heart skip a beat. I looked at him, he looked at me. For a moment we were looking at each other.

"Can you.." he stops. He bit his lower lips before continues, "stay with me?"

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