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I panicked as I realized I've been caught staring at his lips. I turned to the left, grabbing the smoothie mixture I made earlier. My instincts failed me as I tripped over a cord, knocking the bowl over as I tried to reach for the counter.
I rubbed my head as I lifted it from the hard ground. I suddenly narrowed my eyes as I felt a cold drop hit my forehead. Jimin's clean white shirt had a giant smoothie stain on it.
"Oh my goodness." I elongated each word as I looked into his piercing eyes.
When I say he looked pissed, I meant like someone killed his pet dog kind of pissed. I got on my knees, putting my hands together.
"I'm so—so sorry." I looked into his eyes, feeling his fuming anger.
Jimin pushed his tongue into his cheek, finally locking his eyes to mine. I gave him a weak smile, flinching as he grabbed onto my shirt.
"Ow ow ow." I winced as he lifted me off the floor.
"Here's what you're gonna do." Jimin harshly scoffed. "You're gonna get me a clean shirt, and clean this shit up."
"Okay." I gave him a thumbs up, running off to the storage room.
"What do you need hun?" Amanda asked me from the front counter.
"Uh— just a plain work shirt." I tried to sound as casual as possible.
"Don't you have one on?" She raised a brow.
"Yeah, it's not for me." I shrugged my shoulders, quickly running into the back room.
"Here's your shirt." I slowly handed it to him.
Jimin set it on the counter, before lifting the stained shirt off his head. He tossed the shirt in his hand, and grabbed the clean one on the counter.
"Are you mad?" I nervously bit my lip.
Jimin looked at me, showing me that he was clearly pissed off.
"Okay then, you're still angry.." I nodded my head.
"I don't know whether I should say yes or no." He licked his lips.
"I'll take that as a no." I nudged him in his ribs.
All he did was glance at me. His eyes were as soft and innocent as they ever could be. I tried to take Hoseok's advice, but the devil on my shoulder was telling me to open up to the piece of shit.
