~Jimin x Reader~Living With The Bad Boy

How I came to live with the bad boy.

I woke up to the sounds of birds chirping. I rolled over and opened my eyes slightly. The view of the sun through the window blinded me. Ahh.. It feels nice to sleep on a comfy bed like this. Bed.. bed? Bed?! I jumped up and looked around. I was in a white room with a king sized bed. It was clean and there was only a draw, a desk and a wardrobe in the room.

I heard a knock at the door as I was freaking out. I looked down an saw that I was only wearing my underwear and an oversized T-Shirt. "Hey.. are you awake yet?" Jimin opened the door just as I managed to cover myself with the blanket. "Why am I here? What the hell did you do to me? Why am I wearing different clothes? Are you some kind of pervert?" I asked him question after question. Jimin walked closer to me and sat at the bottom of the bed. "Hold up. Firstly, You were attacked last night and you caught a fever. I brought you here because you were sick and collapsed. Plus You're living on the streets but we will talk about that later. Second, I haven't done anything bad to you. Third, I changed your clothes because they were dirty. Don't worry, I tried my hardest not to look. I didnt see anything. And finally, no I am not a pervert. If I was I would have join in with those guys last night instead of helping you." I stared at him in silence for a while in complete shock.

I coughed and stood up. Dizziness hit me quickly and the room started spinning. Jimin grabbed my waist. "Hey, sit down. You still have a high fever. Just stay in bed and let me take care of you." I decided to do what he said. Why is he going through the trouble of looking after me? He is a bad guy, isn't he?

Jimin looked at my confused expression and laughed. "I bet you're wondering why I'm being nice." I nodded. "After you collapsed, I took you back here and went to the hospital to get some supplies. My father owns it so I normally go there when I need first aid stuff. Anyway, while I was there I overheard my father talking about an arson attack on a house in your street. I asked him about it and he told me about the mother and daughter barely making it out of the house in time. When he said that the daughter was lucky for only getting her shoulder caught on fire I immediately knew he was talking about you." Tears started falling as I recalled the incident. I may have cried before, but it was nothing like this. I was crying so loudly and I couldn't stop. Just as I tried to wipe my eyes I felt two strong arms wrap themselves around me. I tried to squirm away but he kept his arms around me. "Y/N I know I haven't been nice to you and it may seem like this is a joke but it's not. Please let me help you." I gave up trying to fight him off and let him hug me. Laying my head against his chest, I gripped his shirt and cried.

After what seemed like forever I managed to stop crying. Jimin let go of me and wiped my tears away with his thumbs. "Do you feel better now?" I nodded. "Thank you.." I whispered. He smiled at me. "Y/N, you can't move back into that little shack. It isn't healthy." I smiled at him. It was nice to see him showing concern instead of being rude but still. "Thank you for worrying but it's fine. I have no other place to go and it really isn't that bad." Jimin shook his head. "Y/N.. I want you to live with me."