Epilogue: Never Again [P.J.M]

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"Ah...." he grinned sheepishly at the receptionist while I rolled my eyes at his "amazing" act of understanding what they're actually saying. Once the receptionist went away to check on our reservation(Jimin's, more like), he leaned into my ear.

"Um.. what exactly did she just say?"

"I thought you understood." I smiled, obviously teasing him. "Alright alright, she's just telling us the directions to get to your client's place.. wherever that is. She'll write down the postal code as well since your car comes with a GPS." I explained to him whilst fumbling around my bag to look for my phone, until a glint of silver caught my eye. My silver necklace.. I pulled it out, and it still looked as good as new. But the picture within clearly shows it's real age.

"You still keep that?" I nodded, chucking it back safely into the pocket of my bag(and forgetting my purpose of ever opening it). The receptionist came back with our hotel key cards, room number and wifi password before escorting us to our room.

Believe it when I say that Jimin did a great job choosing hotels. Especially the suites. Our room was a two leveled one, with a tiny kitchen built in as well.

"If you think this is good, wait till we go to our other hotel. Then you can open your mouth and wait for flies." Jimin slowly closed my chin with his index finger, already settling our luggages down.

"Now hurry up, we have a client to meet." He pushed me into the bathroom, already throwing a set of clothes to me. I yelped a little at everything that's happening in seconds, grabbing at my clothes that Jimin randomly throws. Despite him just flinging random clothes at me, his selection was still kinda good. He got out a white dress that was kinda loose, had long sleeves but the fabric was thin.

"Here." Again, Jimin nearly killed me by throwing a golden crescent necklace at my face before slamming the door shut.