Save Me

05

"Are you sure you brought exactly two tablets?"

It's just seven in the morning, yet you already rolled your eyes five times. You couldn't believe that there was a point in your life where felt afraid of Kim Taehyung, the devil of death.

"Yes." You glared at him.

"Hm," Taehyung arched his brow. For some reason, he didn't believe you. "Can I see your—"

You cut him off by shoving your bag right in his face. You couldn't help your irritation anymore.

Gone were the days you felt scared because of his presence. That was already two weeks ago. Right now, the only thing you felt for him was extreme annoyance.

God. He was really getting in your nerves.

As stated, two weeks had passed since the day he explained to you the reason why he thought the two of you were connected. This meant that it had also been fourteen days since he told you that he was going to live in your apartment.

"Why are you being mean to me?" Taehyung playfully pouted his lips as he inspected what's inside your bag.

His pout turned into a grin when he found what he was looking for: two antidepressant pills.

Taehyung wanted to make sure that you were taking your medication properly. By this he meant not less than and not more than what was prescribed.

"Martin Ploderl said that suicide is known but unpredictable, you know?"

"Oh, please." His statement made you roll your eyes. "You read one book and you already think you're a clinical psychologist?"

You snatched your bag from the devil. You needed to leave now. Your medical assistant told you that you had four appointments today and that one of your patients was already in the hospital.

You were back to work now. However you specifically requested that you were still going to take a break from operating patients. This was another perk of being the niece of the owner of the organization where you worked at.

You could do what you wanted. You told your uncle that you would simply establish a diagnosis for your patients. You didn't have any plans to go back to the operating room sooner.

"I read eleven books in the span of fourteen days, human." Taehyung opened the door of your mini cooper. "And I plan to read more."

You scowled as you entered the car. It was unfair that this devil kept on calling you little human, human, or Barbie.

This made you regret giving him a good name. You should have stuck with what you thought would embarrass him.

You shook your head as you remembered the time you chose to name him Kim Taehyung.

"I need a name." The devil blurted out all of a sudden.

"What?" You blinked as you stopped helping him choose an outfit.

You offered to go shopping with him since his black shirt and black slack was already an eyesore. You didn't know if you could still bear to look at him.

He's gorgeous, yes, but constant things were boring.

"I said I need a name." He said this with a pout.

Sometimes you found it hard to believe that he was a devil. You felt like he was a child who always acted cute just to get what he wanted.

"Then give yourself a name. Duh?" You continued checking the clothing rack. You found this button-down dress shirt with vivid patterns. This was the kind of style that would suit him best.