abandoned | pjm

twenty one.

your pov

"Yahhh Y/N-ah, it's great to have you back!" Hoseok yelled as I entered through the door. I smiled, embracing the ray of sunshine.

"Everyone missed you here at the bakery," he pouted. I looked around, oblivious as to what he said.

"There's nobody here except for you?" I questioned.

"Duh, I missed you so much!" Hobi yells. We are the only ones working at the bakery, so him saying 'everyone' got me confused for a second.

"Aw, I missed you so much," I chuckled while putting on an apron. Not just a normal apron of course, ours match with a little cupcake in the middle of our aprons.

"Let's get to work, I've been miserable without you," Hobi said with an emphasis on 'miserable'.

I washed my hands thoroughly before walking into the kitchen and finding a rolley chair in the middle. "What's this?" I pointed to the chair, looking at Hoseok.

"Don't you remember?" Hoseok asked, smiling. I shook my head. "You said you'd do anything to come back to work, even if you have to sit in a rolley chair. Now, if you want to work, sit in the rolley chair".

"I think this is ridiculous," I huffed as I sat in the chair while mixing the cupcake batter together.

"Yeah, yeah. Better than you not coming to work at all," Hobi said next to me, mixing his batter. Luckily, the chair is tall enough so I could reach everything, but it still wasn't as comfortable as standing up and doing everything.

I dramatically whisked the batter, letting out loud sighs and being louder than necessary. Hoseok looked at me, not convinced as he rolled his eyes and turned back to what he was doing.
I groaned, feeling unsuccessful as I couldn't stand up from this darn chair.

The image of Dr. Park- or, Jimin, popped up in my head as he told me he was jealous. He didn't just tell me he was jealous, he told me he was jealous of us. It didn't confuse me because I got the whole picture.

"I was jealous. Jealous of you and Daeshim," Jimin said. I tilted my head in confusion. What was he saying? I heard him, but I didn't know what he meant.

"What?" I mumbled questionably. Jimin places his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to make eye contact with him. "I, I don't under-"

"I like you, okay?" Jimin said. It had taken me time to register it, but my eyes widened as the words came out of his mouth. He continued before I had said anything. "I like you, and I'm jealous of Daeshim," he said flat out.

I understood now. "If you liked me, why did you ignore me? All that time in the hospital?" I looked down at the ground.

He sighs, probably doubting something in his head. He closed his eyes before opening them again, "There are things I want to tell you, Y/N. But I can't let you get hurt, not again".

"So when will you tell me?" I asked.

"When the time is right," he said with worried eyes. He didn't seem any more sure than I was. Jimin is hiding something from me, and I need to figure out what it is.

I snap out of my thoughts as I feel something pouring into my hand, looking down, I find the batter spilling onto the counter. "Aish!" Hobi yelled next to me, noticing the incident the same time I do.

"You are so dramatic, you do all these things even though you know I won't change my mind," He hisses, coming with paper towels and cleaning up the mess.