BloodLust [JiminxReader]

III

*Y/N's POV*

******Three Days Later******

Mondays...

You always hated Mondays.

Not even today, with the sunlight warming the room, summer already halfway its course, only having one more month of life before Autumns comes and takes the crown to reign for three other months, does it give you any extra energy to get out of bed.

In fact, it only makes you hate it even more. Because, even though the day is already set to be bright and hot, this is the day you start working with Jimin.

And, you can't run from it.

It kills you, having this gap in your memory. Leaves you anxious... Worried.

It makes you vulnerable.

You barely know him, and he already has so much on you.

You feel like a prey under his gaze. He managed to make you feel that way since the first time your eyes met.

You roll on your bed, sighing. Last night, you couldn't fall asleep, no matter how hard you'd try. It lingered in your mind... His moan... Keeping you awake for most part of the night.

You, honestly, don't know if you even got two consistent full hours of sleep on your body.

Still, you roll out of bed, your phone resting far from where you had first put it, the night before. You threw to the floor, when the alarm tried to wake you up some minutes - you suppose - ago.

Or so you hoped, gasping as you unlock it to check the time.

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Like all Mondays - and almost every other day of the week - you, yet again, managed to arrive late to work. Luckily enough, you dodge Namjoon, who's too busy on the phone to see you walking through the hallway to the dance studio.

From inside your studio, you can already hear loud music blaring from the speakers.

He's there, already.

You stop by the door, a knot on your stomach being a reminder of your anxiety. You need a second to make sure your breathing is in a calm pace, good enough for you to walk in.

After a deep breath, you set your mind into really doing this, you gently open the door.

The music grows louder.

In the middle of the room you see Jimin, sitting on the ground, wearing plain clothes, legs crossed and both his hands massaging his temples, a painful expression painting his features. His eyes are shut, a frowned forehead showing discomfort.

Yet, even with the loud music, he, somehow, managed to hear you coming in, for the first thing he says is:

JIMIN:

"You're late."

You close the door, not really answering his comment, and set you bag on the floor, zipping it open.

Instead, you try to make some small talk.

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