I had a whole house to myself for the weekend. Bored to death, I did some cleaning, obviously not entering his room to respect his privacy. Then I cooked with the recipe video on YourTub on TV. I ate snacks that Jungkook bought, played the games on the bricky phone Jimin gave, and stared at the beautiful living room diamond royal chandelier above as I laid down on the sofa.
Then, I decided to call Jimin after having lunch.
Immediately, he picked up. "What's wrong?"
"Uh... is boredom an emergency?" I asked as I swallowed some chocolate.
After five seconds, he hung up.
Rude.
Ugh! Why didn't he give me Taehyung's and Jungkook's phone number?
Twenty minutes later, I called Jimin again.
"Wha-"
"Jimin-ssi, I was wondering if I could order some small decorating pots of plants to your penthouse. Your house has the brown color but doesn't have any green. Can I-"
He hung up.
This son of the devil, how dare he did this after receiving my gratefulness yesterday?
Exactly twenty minutes later, I called him again.
"W-"
"Can you please give me Taehyung or Jungkook phone number? I want to talk to-"
He hung up.
"Aishhh, how could he-" I proceeded to let a net of curse words.
Was he really busy? If yes, why would he pick up my call even though he knew I was gonna bullshitting?
Decided not to annoy the shit out of him anymore, I decided to cook dinner although I just had lunch. Finding new recipes on YourTub, I also made some extras unless Jimin and his buddies came home with hungry bellies. I wasn't a good cook, but I could cook enough to survive since I had been living independently since my first year in college.
I was so bored that I role-played as a lonely and depressing housewife waiting for her husband who would never come back home.
What was I even doing?
So I texted Jimin this time.
Me: Will you come home if you're not that busy? :(
Me: I'm bored so I cooked a lot. I even cleaned your home.
Me: I realized we had never had dinner together.
Me: Why don't you come home? I'm lonely. ;(
Me: What if someone break in? Scary.
Of course, Jimin didn't give any replies so I just lost hope.
Soon enough, it was already 9:30 and I just got out of the shower after a day full of eating. Sitting on my queen-sized bed, I applied my night skincare routine while humming to my favorite song.
Suddenly, the main door outside the hall opened.
I froze on spot.
Oh hell no. I didn't want to be in a horror movie!
Checking my phone to see if Jimin or anyone texted me that they would be home, my anxiety skyrocketed when I saw nothing new in the messaging app.
Shit shit shit. It must be an intruder, a trespasser, since Jimin said he had many enemies.
How would I defend myself? I had nothing in here.
I closely glued my ear to the door, listening to the small footsteps outside. I also heard some sounds coming from moving objects.
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His Little Trespasser [P.JM]✔
Fanfic"Do you know what the owner of a property do to their trespasser?" "Wh- what?" "Claim that trespasser as their property. Forever." When you unknowingly trespassed an unfamiliar private property, you were about to be sentenced to death by a mysteriou...