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JIMIN POV

Five days later...

Jimin heard the bell over his
door and lifted his head just
in time to see yet another
floral delivery to his office.

He glanced around his already claustrophobic office littered
with vases.

Every single day, he got a delivery. Sometimes two.

One at the office during the
day and possibly another in
the evening at home.

He'd tried to refuse them but the drivers simply left them on the steps outside or the sidewalk.

After he'd called the florist and demanded no more, Jungkook just found another florist.

"Someone die?" the newest driver asked, glancing around.

"No but if I get one more delivery, someone just might."

The young beta frowned, not seeming to understand.

He shrugged, apparently past caring.

"You Park Jimin?"

"Will it help if I say no?"

"You're not Park Jimin?" the
man asked, clearly confused.

"Just give me the flowers." He said as he rose from his desk.

He handed the delivery driver
his last cash and bid the
man bye.

Once he found a bare spot to
set the new vase, he eyed the card peeking out through the long-stemmed roses.

He'd been ignoring the cards, hoping the endless parade of flowers would eventually stop
but Jungkook had a tenacity Jimin hadn't quite expected.

And he hated to admit that he liked the attention some.

He should've put his foot down sooner but at that point, it
was starting to go overboard.

Way past overboard at this point.

This needs to stop.

He reached in for the small
white envelope and opened it.

Almost home... I'll see you soon...

-J

Almost home?

What did that mean?

Suddenly curious, Jimin
searched through the other cards, looking for clues.

Finally, he found the one he needed.

Have to fly out for a few days
on business...

we WILL talk when I get back...

-J

Jimin sighed.

All he had to do was call Jungkook and he could end it.

But he also feared he wouldn't
be able to say no if he spoke
to the alpha again.

Turning back to his desk, he gazed through the plate glass window and saw Jungkook stepping out of his red car, parked just down the street.

Shit!

Jimin wasn't ready for that conversation.

Not yet.

He ducked into the small backroom where he stored
pieces of furniture and
samples, hiding from sight.

The bell on the door clanged
And he heard footsteps into
the office.

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