(JIKOOK) - The Beast Within Me

Chapter: 16 (Part One)

Jimin fans himself, skin hot, flushed and dry. He got up this morning feeling this way, though he himself did not know how he began to feel this sick. His body movement slow, and head drowsy. If he doesn't pick up speed, he's sure his boss will shout at him again.

A sigh left his lips, tucking his glasses in place. His hands only slightly slow, as he washes every dirty dish in place, the mountains of food-covered dish, lying at the side, utterly draining his energy even more by looking at it. I will have to prepare the supplies, scrape off the remaining food, rinse and dry the dishes, and deposited them in the cupboards and drawers. Washing the dishes is a messy and burdensome process every restaurant must suffer through, unless the customers want to eat off of paper plates for the rest of their lives.

I stopped for a moment to take a breather, my head pounding in every different ways, my eyes becoming unfocused and wandering, sweat dripping and I'm feeling so thirsty. This is definitely me having the worst fever at such a wrong time.

"Park what are you doing, we need those dishes to serve the customers...Hurry and clean, clean, clean!" I groan and began to work however-

"This is no time to be day dreaming, do you think this is some sort of joke to you, everyone is taking this very seriously now do your job like you mean it...." My boss, he is very hard to please but this time I understand him. I wasn't at my best today, and being one of the two dishwashers here. I could totally bring the process down.

"Sir we need more plates to serve the dishes!"

"Sir we can't prepare the meal without a clean dish!"

"Sir the kitchen is not clean enough to use!"

And that was the last straw, "Mr. Park!"

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I was sent home...

I staggered into the changing room, my shoulders limp and weak. I wanted to stay and work some more, but who am I kidding, I was in no condition to continue and I think my body knows that twice as much, all my energy had depleted.

The sweat soaks through my uniform, sticky and drenched, which I swapped out of, into my casual outfit, the poundings in my head becoming severed. Today was just not my day. I grabbed my school bag over my shoulders and left through the door, my noona wishing me off on the way.

The open space of the restaurant, unlike others with diners, and chain buffets this one was small and cozy, but it can be quite noisy and crowded on some days, which can be referred to now.

I was feeling hot and uncomfortable, I was profusely sweating, and this crowded place was not giving me any justice. I sighed and force my way through the people, almost tripping. At first I wanted to work but at the contrary, I was now eager to get home and rest in my bed, maybe dip in a bath full of cool water.

I walk with all my speed, head down and gripped tight on the strap of the knapsack, dodging and bumping into people and suddenly as I pulled the entrance door, I was rammed headlong to the ground by an unfortunate bystander.

"Wow, you just keep falling for me huh?" He said a groan left my lips as I looked straight up at him, and soon after rolling my eyes.

"I really don't know why I always have to meet you in such a situation", I began to stand up. Too weak I felt myself about to hit the ground, but was caged between a pair of hands.

My breathing becoming uncontrollably hard and I gulped, my head falling into his chest. "Thanks, you can let go of me now-"

"Really, because it seems as if you are in no condition to walk on your own", he cut in, "you can climb onto me", I frowned at him, and he smile. "Are you crazy?"

"Why? Is it wrong to help someone in need?"

"I've never said I need any help from anyone, especially you".

"Especially me?" I pushed him away and began walking. Jungkook smiled triumphantly, the boy may be irritated by him but he failed to hide that 'blush over cheeks'. "You sure you don't want me to carry you, Jiminie!" he shouted, trying his hardest not to break into a laugh, as he catch up with the other.

Jimin paused, and turn to him, the crease in his face not leaving, "go away, stop following me", I had to process what he had said, before I heard the nickname he had gave me, I'm sure this was not the first time he gave me one. At the same time, I've never had friends before to give me something called a 'nickname', and if they did it was most likely some sort of insults, many which I am not particularly fond of, but Jiminie was nice, and it suits me.

My thoughts stop when his hands trailed around my waist and, if I wasn't angry, I would have laugh at how he was using two fingers to walk across my thighs as though they were legs. It was only when he squeezed it that I abruptly jumped, and in a matter of second I was held in his arms. Everything seems to stop at that moment and I felt the urge to close my eyes to stop the bubbling embarrassment.

"Jungkook what are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" I gave him a death glare and he smirk. "Oh shush, at this point you might as well faint on the way back home, you are sick Jimin...Let me take care of you", I sighed.

"Fine just at least, do not carry me like this it's embarrassing", he smirked and places me down.

"Okay hop on", he went down on one knee, I bit my lips, trying to remind myself that he was only concern about me and in no way, was purposely fooling around just to get my reaction.