After what felt like forever, I finally managed to find a white collared shirt and some oversized jeans. Not exactly my style but it was comfortable enough.
After washing up and getting dressed, I proceeded to try and find Mr. No Joke Serious Guy who doesn't ask for help when he needs it. Sounds like a pain, to be honest, but money was my only goal at the moment.
No luck in the bathroom, no luck on the first three floors either. By the time I reached the highest floor, my feet were aching to the extent of me wanting to just drop.
"Aish", I mumbled while rubbing the bruised area and limping away to one of the rooms.
Luckily no one was there so I hopped onto the bed and stretched out my leg.
"Ah that feels so much better", I whispered to myself while sighing heavily.
I looked around and noticed how empty it was. In fact, there wasn't really much but the basic bedroom furniture. A bed, a desk, dresser, carpet, curtains, and lamp. The simplicity wasn't exactly welcoming. There were no photos or plants or even wall decorations. It was all so dull compared to other rooms I saw.
As I stood to leave, I heard a voice coming from the bathroom.
"Is someone there?" I called out.
No answer.
I proceeded to leave the room until I heard a grunt from the bathroom.
I slowly made my way there and knocked on the door.
"Isn't everything alright?", I asked
No answer.
"I'm coming in", I announced.
Of course, I knew it was a bad idea, but if the person really needed my help, I wasn't just going to leave him.
I slowly turn the handle and enter bravely.
There I see. OUR HALF NAKED CEO PARK JIMIN!!!!!!!
like what the hell is going on?!
This jerk again? He was the one in the car?!!!!!
"Yah!", he yells when he sees me and pulls the towel over himself.
"I-It's not what it looks like! I was just-"
"Are you going to keep looking?!", he yells
Wait. Why am I still here?
I quickly slam the door shut and sighed heavily in relief.
"Wah", I whisper to myself, reprocessing what just happened.
"So it's that same jerk?"
I glare back at the door before heading out. Money or no money, I wasn't going to help this guy out!
"What's your name again?", I hear him call out from behind the door.
I stop right in front of the bedroom door and roll my eyes.
"Aish, why is he asking me that? Wasn't firing me enough?"
"Min Jung", I answered back
"Oh yeah", he says as if recalling it from before.
"I'll be leaving then", I announced and once again turned to leave.
"Can you...", he starts again.
I groan loudly and turn around again.
"What now?", I ask in annoyance.
"Can you help me or here?", he asks in almost a whisper like tone.
"And what could I possibly help you with?", I asked getting impatient.
This guy was the last person on earth I'd help.
"I need you to wash my hair. I can't get myself wet or it'll cause my fever to go up", he explains.
I walk back into the room and stand in front of the washroom door.
"And why would I help you after you just fired me?", I asked.
"I'll help you find a new job", he offers.
I scoffed. "Why not just give me back my old job?"
"Your in no position to be demanding that. And besides, I'm sure you don't have any other options lying around", he throws back.
I let out a breath knowing all too well that he was right. I'd be a fool if I rejected his offer, he's got good money too so I doubt it'll be anything less than what my old job paid.
"Fine", I mumbled.
I could almost see his prideful grinning face, and oh how I wished I could punch it!
"How's this going to work?", i asked setting my bag down.
"I'll just get my clothes back on and you can come in to apply the shampoo", he says.
After waiting for about five minutes of grunting and struggling-
"You can come in now", he says and I enter.
He's sitting just under the tub with his head hanging from the edge so his hair is mostly in the tub. He's also now fully clothed.
"Okay so, what shampoo do I use?", I asked while staring blankly at least 30 bottles in the cupboard.
"The treasamè one", he says as if it were so obvious.
After rinsing his hair and applying the shampoo I gently scrub his scalp.
"By the way, did you know it was me when I got into your car?" I asked.m curiously.
"Of course not, I wouldn't have let you in if I knew", he answers coldly
I roll my eyes and scrub a little harder.
"Did you know it was me? Is that why you followed me all the way here?", he asks smirking.
I scoffed, "Yah! If I knew, I would have just died out in the cold then get into your car"
He glares up at me and I glare back.
"Who's following who? Your diver told me to help you because you were too cocky to ask yourself", I shot back again.
"I'm cocky? Wah! Are you crazy?", he asks while attempting to raise his head.
I push it back down.
"I'm not done yet pabo!"
"Pabo? You've actually lost it haven't you?" He asks in disbelief.
"You want me to rinse your mouth instead?", I asked while reaching for the shower handle.
"You wouldn't dare!" He shouts while guarding himself with his hands.
I laugh at his helplessness and proceed to rinse his hair gently.
"See how well that worked?" I asked sarcastically and he shot me a glare in return.
After what felt like an eternity, I helped Jimin back to his room so we could dry his hair.
He sat obediently on the stool, while I blow-dried his hair for him.
"I prepared some dinner for you downstairs, it's probably gone cold now though", I said in an attempt to break the ice.
He nodded without saying anything.
"I wasn't actually going to do it you know" I offered while scanning his face.
"You know...the the only person who's ever here is my driver and some maids", he says suddenly.
"What about your family?", I asked curiously.
He hesitates before answering.
"I don't have one anymore", he says.
I stop blow drying and scan his face again. Emotions less, maybe a little saddened.
"I'm sorry", I mumbled while continuing.
He shrugs, "I only remembered it because my mother used to nag me like you are right now"
I smiled a little to myself remember how my own mother used to do that too.
"Mothers are very special aren't they?" I asked quietly, not so much as a question but rather a fact.
I sat Jimin down for his dinner an hour later once i cleaned up a bit around the house.
"If it's not good, I can just throw it out and maybe order something for you instead", I offered while nervously watching him.
He took the first bite and then a second. Somehow I felt like he was smiling but maybe not.
"No need, it's fine", he says at last.
Unsure if he liked it or not, I proceeded to the living room to watch something.