My Game || Jenmin

♥︎ 30 | Periods Aren't So Bad After All

Ava:
Wait, wait for me!
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"One person can change your whole life"

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Jennie:
Ugh.

Jennie shifts uncomfortably on her meeting seat, trying to concentrate on what Jimin was saying but the weird yucky feeling she had started feeling down on her kitty was definitely telling something else.

It was around 1:40 pm and she and Jimin had been to meetings and meetings the whole day, which didn't give Jennie sufficient time to do her wanted things for which remaking her pad was on the top.

She did have time on her break, and she did in fact change herself, but the heavy blood flow was just disastrous. Her mind and body had somehow endured the cramps, cravings, headaches, and the pad/tampon changing along with all the office chore.

There was a photoshoot she had to take off with Mr. Park just right after this meeting and she had no belief how to survive with the disgusting feeling anymore. She just needed at least just a minute to change herself before she could flare.

And all this that had been occurring had surprisingly kept Jennie's mind off of the incident that happened early morning.

Jimin on the other hand was cringing about it since then. Oh, how could he? How could he call his secretary honey? The amount of disrespect, upon the situations they've been in before, this was more cringey for him.

To the point, he didn't even look towards Jennie's path, too embarrassed to let her see his red face each time.

Jimin:
Alright, that's it for today. We can talk over this another time and by another time I mean tomorrow.

He says, running his hand through his silky hair, drying the sweat in the process.

The designers nod, getting up from their seats to bow before barring the door, the soft "thank you, sir" s were audible in the air as the door shut close.

As the two were now left alone, Jimin clears his throat before speaking, without budgeting Jennie a glance.

Jimin:
Uh, drop your files at your office, we need to leave shortly for the photoshoot.

He says, opening the meeting room's door but Jennie jumps up from her chair, calling Jimin before he could leave.

Jennie:
Sir! I‐I really need to use the washroom before we go. I'll be down in a minute.

Jimin sighs, opening the door to the widest, stepping back in.

Jimin:
There's a washroom at the studio, you can use it there cuz we're already late.

Jennie:
Sir, but I-

Jimin:
I said what I said. It's barely a minute drive.

Jennie chews her lower lip. Alright, maybe she could hold on for another minute. She nods, yanking the two files which were laying in front of her on the table before resigning the room with Jimin.

They both speed-walked to their office, dropping the items off and hurrying down to Jimin's car.

Jennie was trying her best not to run too much, she could, but she didn't want to. Each step made her stomach roll and it was honestly hard for her to even focus. As they finally make their way down to the basement, Jimin hurries over to his car, opening the driver's door, confusing Jennie.

There wasn't a driver coming?

And now Jennie knew how the drive was gonna go. Whenever Jimin was maybe even a minute late, he wouldn't mind killing a few people with his car while driving. He drove like a maniac occasionally and Jennie hated it to her core.