Tables Turned | JH

Chapter 23: Fucking Them

"Feel better now?" Jimin asks with a small smile as we slowly make our way back towards the bed. I'm currently wrapped up in a surprisingly decent length black bathrobe since my clothes are downstairs in my room still. I nod my head in response silently, looking around the room curiously until we finally reach the bed on the other side of the room.

"Thank you, Jimin." I tell him softly, turning my head back to look at the sleeping figure on the bed. However, she slowly begins to squirm around for a few seconds before seeming to wake up as well. Staying silent, she rolls onto her back with a pained expression. Glancing up at Jimin, he takes a seat on the other side of her on the edge of the bed as he watches her as well.

"Don't even think about sitting up, Cho. You'll hurt yourself even more by doing that." Jimin says quietly. She huffs, waving a hand dismissively at him before letting it flop over her face to cover her eyes.

"What time is it?" Choyeon asks softly, a sigh escaping her lips in the process.

"Almost four thirty. Jhope's already up. We should probably get you up and over to a bath as well, babe." Jimin answers, biting his lip when he finishes speaking. She frowns for whatever reason, but reaches her hands out. Jimin and I exchange a glance before we each grab a hand and carefully help her sit upright.

"It can't be long, Jiminie. I've got a lot of work to be doing and I missed a meeting already today." Cho tells him, looking to him as she leans her head on my shoulder. Despite being completely caught off guard by her actions, I hide it and merely reach up to rub her back gently. He frowns at her though, clearly disliking what she's hinting at.

"Kim Choyeon, you are in no shape whatsoever to be working. You need to fucking rest before you hurt yourself more than what you already are." Jimin scolds fiercely, apparently more against this than I'd have thought. Choyeon stays quiet, though I catch her hands curling into fists as she turns her head to hide her face in my shoulder. Though, before the conversation can go any further, there's a harsh knock on the door. Choyeon's head shoots up as she looks over at the door whilst I stand up and go over to the bedside table, grabbing the gun from its holster underneath the tabletop before going to sit back down beside her considering my lack of strength still. Jimin gulps quietly, turning to look over at us.

Mentally sighing, I realize neither of them are getting their asses up to answer the door. Biting my lip, I force myself back up onto my feet and hesitantly start across the black carpeted flooring. Reaching the door, I pause for a moment, completely out of breath. Who'd have thought getting shot a couple times could get take away so much fucking energy?

Opening the door, it takes everything in me not to fall backwards on my ass like a complete fool. Though, I manage to keep my composure, stepping out of the way and keeping the gun in my hand lowered as I let the familiar man in. Closing the door behind him, I realize how unprofessional I must look right now. He brought me here to work with Choyeon, not to be used for sex and considering I'm currently dressed in only a bathroom, it doesn't exactly look proper...

"What the hell have you been doing all goddamn day?! Do you even realize the fact that you missed the signing today? I thought you knew how fucking important that is?!" Mr. Kim nearly explodes as he spots Cho on the bed. Biting my lip, I slowly make my way back towards the bed, wanting nothing more right now than to be able to fucking sit again.

"Father, please. I can explain." Choyeon says quietly as she looks up at the infuriated man, a tired expression on her face. I don't say anything but sit down beside her once again, and she doesn't hesitate to lean her head back down on my shoulder. I'm surprised by how comfortable she's acting with me at the moment, but don't bother saying anything about it.

"Explain what?! The fact that you fucking missed an extremely important signing just for what?! To laze around here and fuck the whore that Jin is keeping?! To fuck the person who's supposed to be your goddamned business partner?!" Mr. Kim bursts. Both Jimin and I almost instantly reach out and take a hand in ours to not only keep her sitting but to keep her calm. I lace my fingers through hers, rubbing the pad of my thumb across the back of her hand in hopes of keeping her as calm as possible. She squeezes my hand just a bit, though I know that's mainly to help contain her emotions.

"I'm not fucking either of them, father. With all due respect, Jhope and I took a couple bullets at the fucking celebration we had to attend last night. I'm surprised you've not fucking heard already. So, my apologies for missing the goddamned meeting to handle the signing, but the both of us were fucking asleep until within the last hour." She growls through gritted teeth.

"Do I look like I give a shit about any of it, Choyeon? That was last night. You know my expectations and I would've thought you'd know how to follow them by now. I want you to call them and reschedule for a dinner meeting tonight. Do not fuck this up." Mr. Kim snaps before leaving the apartment with the slam of the door echoing behind him.

Cho sighs, burying her face into my shoulder once more as she partially curls up into my side. I'm beyond surprised that she's not doing this to Jimin instead, considering how much closer the two are, though I certainly don't mind it.

"How about I give them the call, and you and Jimin go get you washed up, yeah? I'll make it a later one so that you've got a little time to recover and relax before we have to head out. Alright?"