Jikook Yandere - My Pink-haired Chatbot

Chapter seven: I don't mind you invading my privacy

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Jimin P.O.V

I dumbfoundedly stare at Jungkook who's holding his front door open.

"Are you going to walk inside or?" he chuckles.

I look down in embarrassment.

I guess I got a bit distracted. I mean, who wouldn't get distracted? His facial features scream out in perfection.

"Y-yeah..," I mumble as I walk into his mansion.

Many people would call me crazy by now.

I get why.

It's never a good idea to walk into a stranger's mansion.

"Would you like something to drink?" he asks causing me to finally look up again.

My eyes widen once I get a good look around.

His house must be a lot more expensive than Hobi's.

To my surprise, because for the longest time I was pretty convinced about Hobi  being the Korean Elon musk.

Where does one get so much money, to begin with?

His parents must be very rich.

He doesn't look like he's much older than me.

"Is this your first time in a mansion?" he asks tilting his head to the right.

"Milk would be nice," I respond slowly.

"Hm? Milk?"

"Yes, I would like some milk," I repeat myself.

"Oh, of course." he smiles.

"Make yourself comfortable on the sofa!" he yells from the kitchen.

My eyes widen and my lips start to pout.

"Which sofa? He has at least five in this room only," I mumble to myself.

He comes back and smiles when he sees me sit down on one of the sofas.

"The pink sofa? You must really like the color pink then. You look like a pink mochi," he laughs.

"I-,"

"It's a compliment, don't worry about it." he smiles.

"So, do you want to eat something? Dinner is soon," he starts.

I frown.

"But it's not even five o'clock yet-" I stop talking once I see him signal me to follow him to the kitchen.

"Dinner it is." I chuckle.

"So, my chef is sick and therefore he can't cook for us today," he says scratching his neck nervously.

I frown.

Does he  have a chef? What a life. My own mother didn't even cook for me. It must be nice to have someone cook for you.

" Pink-haired chatbot?" he tries to gain my attention.

"I-, you don't have to call me that. You can just call me by my name," I say before I press both my lips together quite firmly.

"And what must that beautiful name be?" he asks as he inches closer to me, making his face come extremely close to mine.

"Jimin," I say before biting my lip.

Why is he coming so close to me? Does he want to kiss me?

I mean I don't think I would mind...

Jimin!

Get your act together.

"So to get this straight. You're a real person pretending to be a chatbot?" he asks creating a little more distance between us.

He surely doesn't forget to stare into my eyes.

"Y-yes. It's my job. But I'm quitting soon. I need you to delete the app," I say.

"Why delete the app?" I frown.

"Because when I worked there, I literally got your address. The app is clearly invading your precious privacy," I explain.

"I don't mind you invading my privacy," he says as he brushes his hand against mine

I widen my eyes and hold my breath when I notice his lips inch closer to my ear.

"I don't mind it at all," he whispers in my ear.

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