✨MY BILLIONAIRE TWINS ✨|| JIKOOK

1.

JIMIN POV

It's the last day of the month.

I hate the last day of the month.

It wasn't always like this.

It used to be just another day
in my life but now it's a day I dread.

A day when I have to face the fact that my little boutique design firm didn't bring in enough money over the past thirty days and if I'm being realistic isn't going to be granted any miracles next month, either.

But even if I can't get a miracle, a few new clients would be nice.

At least one or two.

There's a tap, tap, tap under my desk and it takes me a moment to realize it's the side of my
shoe knocking against the faux-wood panel of my cheap desk.

Tap tap tap.

Clack clack clack.

I place a hand on my leg to
keep it from shaking a nervous habit that seems to mostly
rear its head at times like this, particularly on the last day of
the month.

Somehow the annoying
tapping and clacking continues.

Ripping my gaze from the computer screen, I shake my head to clear my thoughts for
a moment.

What the hell is that noise?

I hear it again, closer and louder this time and then I recognize it.

It's set of stiletto heels,
skittering across the laminate
tile outside my office.

"Jimin!"

I look up from my computer
at the sound of my name
echoing through the corridor.

No matter how many times I tell my business partner, Jennie, to just use the intercom if she has something urgent to say, she insists on running like a mad woman from her office to mine.

Literally running.

Every time.

"Chim."

"I know you're in there..."

She knocks on my door.

She's breathing so heavily I
can actually hear it from inside my office.

Then she yells again. "Are you busy? This is important."

I'm not busy, thank God.

I can only imagine what a client would think to have her barging in on a meeting but that's Jennie.

There's no changing her, for better or worse.

"Come in." I say, but she's already opening the door and rushing toward me, waving a piece of paper wildly in front
of her.

"Do you know what this is?"

She waves the paper again for emphasis and I try to keep a straight face.

She slaps the paper down onto my desk in front of me but immediately snatches it back up.

"We got the bid, Jimin."

"We got the bid!" I laugh.

I can't help myself.

I don't even know what the hell she's talking about but it's a welcome distraction from
looking at the balance sheets.

And winning a bid is always a good thing.

If only we had more of them.

But this is what I love about her.