Personal Assistant [Yoonmin A.U] [Hiatus]

[12] Event

[A/N: pls read the notes at the end ;-;]

YOONGI'S P.O.V

"Yoongi, where are you? Call me."

Another beep was interrupted after another, "Yah, where are you? I'm infront of your building."

"Yoongi, are you there?"

Beep, "Yoongi, what's your apartment number?"

Beep, "nevermind, found it."

My eyes didn't even open, ignoring those voicemails. I need to sleep more, shifting from my bed as I tried to go back to sleep and resume my forgotten dream.

As if on cue, a knock from the door was heard on my small apartment. The next thing I heard was the door unlocking, making me shot my eyes open and jumps out from my bed.

"I kept calling you and here you are still sleeping with kumamon pajamas." Jimin roam his eyes around at the small space where I was living, "you don't even have a couch. Where am I supposed to sit?"

"Just- here, on my bed." My voice came out groggily, lazily rubbing my eyes for clearer vision, a soft yawn escaped my mouth after.

I sit beside him, my eyes slowly drifting off once again, now that it's only Jimin and not some strangers, maybe taking a nap for a moment will do.

"Yah, wake up. We need to go somewhere." Jimin trails his hands on my thigh but I was too sleepy to care right now.

"Y-yeah, I know. I h-heard it from someone," I replied, hearing a laugh coming from Jimin's.

"From who?" I heard Jimin ask.

"From- I don't know, man. 'm tired, sorry."

"You're still half-asleep, yeah? I said, wake up." Jimin said, chuckling a little, his voice sounds so gentle on my ear right now. Like a lullaby, shit, sleeping for just two hours were never enough.

"I-I am. Give me five- minutes, please." I pleaded, laying back on my creaky, old bed.

"Yoongi- come on. Get up, take a bath. We need to go somewhere,"

Jimin's hand.. they are stroking my hair. And he only made it difficult to wake my soul up.

"I was- I'm- I need to s-sleep." I sigh, not even bother that a guest was there, that can wait right? But a sleep can't.

"Yoongi," Jimin sigh, I can feel his fingers brushing a little on my cheeks then back to my hair, stroking them gently, "Baby."

My eyes flutter open, screaming when I saw Jimin's face was only centimeters away from mine. He held up a smirk on his face before sitting back on the bed.

"Why are you here?! How did- what- h-how?"

"Get dress, ppali! I need to go somewhere, baby." He chuckles, but I groan and glare at him.

"Shut up!" I stand up from my bed, and grab my towel before giving him a warning look, "Don't move."

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"Where are we going anyway?" I asked, fixing my hair infront of the small mirror, also damping an enough amount of moisturizer and a sunscreen.

"You didn't know?" Jimin huff at me, his legs crossing as well as his arms, showing a slight of disappointment in his face.

"No, I don't know. And why.. why am I wearing this?"

Jimin handed me a black paper bag once I was done taking a bath awhile ago, I was doubting on wearing them because they look expensive as hell. Just by looking at it or touching the fabric, you will know how it was carefully made.