Namjoon was better now.
He was back to talking to Yoongi and Hoseok.
Back to going to work, eating at theirs, and heading back to his soon after.
Yoongi was both pleased and bummed about this.
Pleased, because he wasn't going to see the doctor's face every second.
Bummed, because this meant Mian was back to sleeping in her room.
His body was already getting used to having her beside him. He liked the little breathes she produced when in slumber.
How quiet she would be especially when he was working on a song.
The little talks that lulled her to sleep had now ended.
It was Friday today. He still hadn't told her about the job offer told to him a few days back.
Not because she wasn't capable of handling it but because he knew the idiot she would be working for.
The thought of this very idiot with what is his was troubled him most.
If it was any other person, then she would already know about it but this was his artist.
The craziest one he has worked with so far.
Would he be too selfish if he just didn't tell her about it?
It was as clear as day that now that the girl was around, he was afraid she would be taken away from him.
This was Yoongi's worst fear.
The reason he still has not said anything yet. She was good.
Anyone that met her, would easily want her.
They would want to keep her.
These thoughts already threw him in a panic.
She has been drawing designs everywhere in the house.
It was haunting Yoongi for holding back that he might've found something she could do.
He asked his artist to wait on his call.
And despite the artist's attempt on questioning him on who he had in mind, he didn't budge.
Yoongi was still making a decision.
"You need something?" Said girl asked peeking her head into his room.
Yoongi looked up at her in a smile shaking her head.
"I'm good." He easily tells her to type away on his desktop before scribbling something into a book.
Mian frowned,
She wanted time with him. Shaking her head, she shrugged walking into the room anyway.
"I washed these tangerines just now."
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Not your Oppa.
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