"Please...come inside.."
You nod softly at Jimin's words and follow him inside of the slightly large apartment, the walls bare of any kind of photos or shelves, all the furniture short and placed in large individual spots with a large space between each of them.
This must be decorated for Jimin...so he can make it around..
"Jungkook, will you go put on some tea?"
"Hyung I think I should treat your wounds-"
"Please."
You look up at the younger brother awkwardly as he gives a frustrated huff and heads to the large fully opened kitchen, his coal black hair puffing behind him.
"Please excuse my brother's behavior, he's still a high school student."
Woah...
He's so young...
"Ah...it's fine...don't worry about it...shouldn't I get going so you can get your wounds treated?..."
"No Y/N. I'll wash them later."
This is so awkward....
Why did I agree to this?
"Here."
Jungkook quickly sets down a teacup in front of you then turns to his brother, his movements tender and soft when he places the cup in Jimin's hand.
"Here Hyung, it's still hot so wait for the ice cube to melt."
"Thank you Jungkookie."
Aww...
Jungkook is so sweet with his brother...
I never had a sibling...
"Is your tea good?"
"Ah. Yes! It's really good.."
"Are you hungry? We have a whole fridge of food in the kitchen."
"N-No! No I'm fine...thank you.."
Jimin's cheeks warm and pinken when he takes a small drink of his tea, his brown eyes still cast down to the carpet.
"Sorry...we don't have many guests over...I've never had many friends before so I'm not sure how to be a host."
Aww...
Poor guy...
"Don't worry, you're doing fine. Being a host is difficult even when you have a lot of company all the time."
"Is it? Do you have lots of company?"
"Oh no...not me...my parents used to when I was pretty young."
Jimin's jaw lightly tightens as he gives you a soft nod, the mood in the room getting chilly.
"Me too."
Something must have happened to his parents...
That makes you and I both...
"Y/N, can I ask you a personal question?"
His voice slightly catches you off guard as you look up at him, a small smile on yiur face.
"Sure..."
"Do you have a job?"
Eh-
"Um...I used to have one until this morning...I worked at the coffee shop a couple blocks over from the school...I quit because my boss was awful."
"I see.."
"They had horrible coffee anyway."
"Here, I made some mini sandwiches for you guys."
Jungkook once again enters the living room with a giant plate in his hands, a large amount of tiny sandwiches stacked in a small pyramid.
"Thank you Jungkookie."
"Hyung please will you let me treat your wounds?"
"I'm almost done Kook, please be patient."
Once again the younger huffs and takes off down the long, barren hallway, his body disappearing into a room.
"I want to offer you something Y/N."
"Um...what is it?.."
"Um...well..."
What even am I doing here.
I don't know this guy.
I don't even really like this guy.
I moreso feel sorry for him...
"I need your Help."
"M-My help?"
"Those guys...they broke my cane stick that helps me get around..."
Oh...
That's what I heard snap when I saw them...
"I need help getting around town until I can get a new one...Insurance makes you wait at least a month for a new one..."
"Seriously? Isn't that something like...super important?"
"Yeah...I broke one when I was younger and I was lost forever until I got a new one....but..I Um...I wanted to ask you...um...if I paid you, would you help me get back and forth to school? Also to the store sometimes?...I promise I won't run you to death! I'll try to keep it just school and home...except for Jungkook is just a high school student...sometimes I try to go to the store for him so he isn't tired..."
He wants me....
"Why...why me?.."
His cheeks are flushed a deep shade of red as he takes a sip of his tea, his leg shaking with obvious nervousness.
"I...I haven't really spoken to anyone else...I don't have any friends or know anyone other than Jungkook...he has school as well so he can't help me...I know it's a really weird request, but I'll pay you well...I promise.."
He wants to pay me to walk him to school?
Can my life get any weirder?
Although at this point I don't really have any options...literally nowhere is hiring help...
"I mean...if it's a job I need to work an honest amount of hours. I can work for the money."
"Wait really? You'll do it?"
"Um..sure...I mean I've never lead anyone around before so this will definitely be new for me...but I can't do anything after 6pm."
"6pm?"
"Yeah...that's when I go home."
"Alright then. How about noon to six? I don't get up very early I don't like being in town before noon."
"Okay...I can agree to that."
I can spend more time with Eomma this way....I'll only have to work six hours a day...
"You can just pay me a minimum wage. I don't want a huge amount of money. As long as I get a thousand dollars a month I'm fine."
"Are you Sure? That's an awfully small amount of money..."
"It's fine. Just the amount to survive is enough for me."
"If that is what you wish."
You look over and see the rain nothing but a small mist, your body standing up and touching Jimin's hand softly.
"The rain has slowed down. I better get home. Do you want me to start tomorrow?"
"If you want to then yes. Tomorrow I have to go to school."
"Alright then...I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
"Y/N."
"Yes?"
"Will you eat a meal with Jungkook and I every Friday?"
"Friday?"
"Mhm. Just dinner. Nothing more than that."
That's a treatment day for mom...I guess I could since she doesn't like me being there...
"Um...s-sure..."
"Alright then. On your way out, please take a few sandwiches with you."
"Why?"
"I can hear your stomach growling."
Your cheeks turn fire engine red as you grab three of the mini sandwiches, Jimin's smile never wavering.
"Have a nice night Y/N."
"Um...you too...Jimin..."
After bidding both thr boys goodbye you step out the door and onto the expensive carpeted hallway, your head leaning against the cream colored walls
What did I just get myself into?
(A/N): UwU Favorite part so far?