As he gestures to the restroom, mentioning he has a new toothbrush he has put there for me, I excuse myself.

Even the bathroom is huge, though that's not entirely unexpected. Everything in his house so far has been various levels of shades (mostly on the darker end of the spectrum), but scarcely any color. The walls are a light grey, almost lavender looking, and the counters made of black marble with tiny flecks of silver visible in the light. Near one of the sinks, I spot a packaged toothbrush and brand new tube of toothpaste.

Keeping in mind that I'm supposed to be in a hurry, I wobble over to the sink and fiddle with the packaging until it tears open. Following that, I unscrew the tube of toothpaste and remove the circular, shiny little piece of plastic.

Looking up as I begin brushing my teeth, I see myself in the mirror. This time, thankfully, not covered in high end champagne and tipsy or sleepy eyed and popping painkillers like candy. This time I look back at myself dressed in the borrowed clothes of one of the most well known men on the face of planet Earth. I have noticeable marks of purple under my eyes and look absolutely terrible. Not to mention how baggy these clothes are on me.

It's funny how long ago that seems. The party and the morning following.  A mere weekend feels like an eternity ago.

God. What am I even doing here? I need to go home soon. Of course, like anyone else would, I want to stay, to be comforted, taken care of, but I can't keep wasting his time.

It's more than difficult to come to terms with what has happened. None of it has actually hit me yet. I'm not sure if this numbness is blissful or painfully agonizing.

Everything he has done makes me feel so cared for and I couldn't ask for more, but why? I haven't done anything for him. He was the first to jump to the scene and help, took me to his home, fed me, clothed me, and hugged me as I cried. Yoongi cares. I know that much, but I can't continue accepting kindness with nothing in return for him.

Though everything is happening so fast, all of my recent memories playback in slow motion.

I wonder how he's doing. Probably pissed that I left. Maybe he's sad that I'm gone. Or perhaps I just want to think that there's a possibility he could be. My lips shrug up into a sad smile at the thought. I know full well that he's not and that's a stone cold fact that I can and need to learn to accept. He's not sad that I'm gone, but that's okay. I know he's not really a bad guy, he just gets upset easily and is misunderstood that's all. I can help him; he means well. We could still work if I just tried harder....

How selfish of me.

In the sink, the foamy remnants of fluoride contain hints of red. I cup my hands under the faucet and bring my palms to my lips, swishing around the minty mixture. When I spit again, there are obvious streaks of pink from brushing too hard. I prod around my gum line with the tip of my tongue until I feel an inflamed section between my two top molars.

I place the wet toothbrush back into the plastic casing and exit the restroom. Yoongi is dressed in a fitted suit, brushing through his hair with his fingers.
"Are we ready to go?" I ask, realizing how much longer we took than we should have.
"Yeah, but you still need shoes," he reminds me with a smile, gesturing to the socks on the bed and pair of shoes on the floor.
"Right." I sit on the edge of the mattress and reach for the pair of socks only to find that they vanished.

Yoongi, who's kneeled before me, slips the socks over my bare feet and proceeds to put the shoes on after.
"I, uh, I coulda done that myself, you know," I laugh a bit. In no way am I upset at this, but it would be a lie to say it's not strange to me.

"I know. I wanted to do it, though," Yoongi claims, voice void of emotion. He glances at his phone screen and his eyes widen, unaware at how long we actually took getting ready. "Come on."

My attempt at standing up to follow him is futile. I can feel a throb in my side and tightly shut my eyes, choking out a near inaudible whimper. Trying not to sound pitiful as I'm sure I look, I purse my lips and push myself off the bed to stand again.

"Jimin, are you okay?" Yoongi's eyes are filled with instant worry and he reaches over hold me, but pulls away last second as if cautious. "Do you need anything? Maybe you should stay and rest."

It's almost kinda funny to me. His behavior, that is. So different than what I'm used to.

"No, I'm okay. Let's go." Though I'm more than capable of walking on my own, despite minor pains, Yoongi insists that I don't need to. He lifts me gingerly into his arms and holds me so carefully. Regardless of how gently I'm being held, it still hurts. I have a persistent headache and the throbbing in my side has yet to cease.

My lightheadedness continues as I attempt to lessen it by closing my eyes.

While I'm being carried downstairs, Yoongi tightens his grip slightly as to not jostle me around. Once he stops, I reopen my eyes and find we're back in the kitchen. He sets me on the cold countertop of the island and grabs a water from the fridge. Water in hand, he walks to the other side of the counter and retrieves a stout bottle.

"Here. I know you need one." The CEO shakes a small white pill into the the cap of the bottle and hands me the unscrewed water. "Your mouth may have told me one thing, but your expressions contradicted your claim."

"Thank you, Yoongi," I pinch the pill from the cap and drop it into my mouth, the odd taste of medicine on my tongue. Drowning the flavor out with the water, I hop off the kitchen island.

Pocketing the painkillers, Yoongi guides me to the underground garage where a massive array of luxury vehicles are.

He stops by the first car we pass and dramatically bows as he swings open the passenger side door for me. An Audi S5 Hatchback.
"After you," Yoongi announced proudly. I chuckle a laugh and climb in. Once we're both strapped in securely, the ravenette quickly exits the lot and floors it the moment we are on the street.

"Jesus Christ, Yoongi!" I shrieked, holding dearly on to whatever I could steady myself with. He only grins in return and apologizes for the slight scare. There are little to no traffic lights on the way there, but I'm 80% sure he drove through numerous stop signs.

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As the man next to me stops the engine and steps out of the vehicle, he walks around the front of the car and opens my door. There are no other cars near us because he had parked directly in front of the the wide double door opening. I manage to get out with little to no help and stared up with amazement at the unbelievably tall glass building.

The skyline and surrounding architecture was reflected off of each panel that made up the walls. The exterior of the building was sleek and undoubtably clean, every window polished to perfection. There was no visible sign that displayed the name nor the address, but then again, who wasn't aware of this building.

Staying close in proximity, Yoongi walked me to the door where a woman was there to open it and greet us. Also in the lobby, Jisoo stood tapping her feet and staring at her jewel embedded watch.

"About damned time you arrived here! Do you have any idea how long we've waited for you? Taehyung almost had to resorted to-" The woman cut off her sentence upon realizing that there was others in the lobby who were oblivious to the unspoken truth of the company. CEO Min hushed her and the three of us quietly made our way to the elevator.

Jisoo glared at Yoongi, relaying a mute message of annoyance.
"So?" She fumed as she pressed the button to the 30th floor and presented her clearance card to the scanner.
"What do you mean 'so'?" The ravenette grunted, fully aware of her inquiry.
"You know exactly what I mean, don't play dumb with me Mr. What the hell took you so damn long?"

"I lost track of time. I was getting Jimin ready cause I didn't want to leave him there alone," he informed the upset woman, not even bothering to look at her.
"Uh-uh. Don't put the blame on him. Take accountability for your own tardiness." The two continued to bicker about how much of an important meeting he's late for.

Their nagging turns to background noise as I watch the white lights behind the metal buttons illuminate, letting me know which floors we're passing.

A soft ding chimes as we reach the required floor. Kim Namjoon and another unknown man are on the other side and stare at the retracting doors expectantly. Once Yoongi steps out, he's immediately ushered away to his office by them without another word.

Jisoo and I exit the elevator before it closes again.
"Jimin, sweetie, how are you feeling?" she pulls me into a comforting hug, her floral perfume familiar and welcoming.
"I'm okay, Jisoo," I mumble into her shoulder. She lets go of me before continuing her assessment.
"I had called that asshole this morning to check in on you, but you were still sleeping. Has he treated you well?" I can't help but laugh at how utterly disrespectful she is towards him.
"Yeah. He's way nicer than I had expected, and a surprisingly good cook. He made me breakfast and has been really gentle. He also has an adorable puppy!"
"Ah. I see you've met Holly," she chuckles, "Now come on, I'll show you around."

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a/n:

im alive!! i apologize endlessly for an unkept update schedule
sorry this was just a filler
hope you are all well
stay hydrated and healthy♡♡♡

anything you want to see in upcoming chapters?