Boss With Love (Kim Taehyung)
TWELVE

Kim Taehyung stepped in as soon as the door of the house opened. After taking off his shoes and putting them on the shelf, he immediately approached the living room sofa and threw himself there. Followed by Jimin who also did the same thing, right in front of him.

“Jimin-ah.”

“Hm?”

“Thank you for accompanying me to the hospital. And thank you for letting me visit Harabeoji, earlier.”

“Do not do that. Precisely should I apologize for only giving you a moment.”

“No problem. Most importantly I made sure Harabeoji was okay. That's more than enough. Besides, I know my status has not changed.” Taehyung grimaced considering his freedom is now nothing like nonsense. “I still have to hide because those criminals haven't been caught. I know it.”

For a while there was no more talk. Taehyung also looked sleepy, the effect of the drug he took after lunch with Jimin earlier. He almost fell asleep if Jimin's voice did not interrupt, forcing him to reopen his eyes.

“Taehyung,”

“What?”

“Do not sleep sitting so. Come in and sleep inside.” Jimin said that suddenly standing up made Taehyung have to look up to look at him.

“I have to go to the office now. There are some files you need to review. I'll bring the file back from the office.” Jimin answers a question that even Taehyung hasn't had a chance to voice.

“You sure you're cured? Though I allow you to take a leave of absence until completely healthy.”

“Don't overdo it, Tae. I even drove you to the hospital just now. I'm very healthy now. Really.” Jimin snatched the car keys he had previously put on the table.

“You can't stay any longer?”

“For what?” jimin asked while he was still hunched over, busy wearing shoes. “You need something?”

“No. It's just.. didn't you say you wanted to talk to me last night?”

Jimin spent a while. Didn't think Taehyung remembered what he said last night. And yeah, Jimin knows very well that after this Taehyung will bombard him with questions until he wants to tell a story. Unfortunately, Jimin really didn't want to talk about it. He had decided to hold on even longer without having to dismantle it in front of Taehyung.

And lucky, he's turning his back on Taehyung right now. So his best friend did not have time to see his shocked expression just now. And that luck clearly smoothed out his plan to pretend to be stupid. Jimin turned around while shaking his head as if trying to remember something.

“I said so?”

“Yes. Last night you said you wanted to talk to me about something important. Can't remember?”

Jimin's forehead crept deeper to convince Taehyung that he didn't remember anything. “It looks like you heard wrong, Tae.”

“You mean I'm deaf?”

“Not so.” If Jimin hadn't seen the serious murat on Taehyung's face, he might have laughed out loud by now. “Alright, let's just say I'm the one who bounces because of a headache.”

“You only have a headache. Not amnesia. So don't try to reason.”

Okay. Jimin realized who he was facing. Kim Taehyung won't just give up. Jimin knows it. So he has to be smarter to get away.

“Jim, I know you're hiding something. Now sit down, and say-“ Taehyung's voice comes to a halt when suddenly Jimin makes a hand gesture to ask Taehyung to shut up for a bit.

Jimin then reached into the pocket of his pants, pulled out a cell phone for him to stick into his ear. Good, now Jimin is acting like the phone in his pocket is shaking because someone called him.

After talking for a while with someone across - who was actually not there, Jimin then looked at Taehyung with a regretful expression. “Sorry Tae, I have to go now. There was a client of ours who suddenly came to the office. I can't make them wait too long or they'll be disappointed twice because what they want to meet is actually you, not me.”

Jimin was already holding the doorknob when he again said “Password your house is still the same, right? I'll be there for a while after I get home from work to get you some change of clothes. It doesn't feel good to keep wearing Jungkook's clothes. Want me to get you another item?”

“Jimin, listen-“

“OK, I assume no. I'm in a hurry, Tae. Excuse me. See you later tonight.”

“Hei!” Taehyung shouted, really wanting to curse at Jimin for not giving him time to talk at all. But for nothing, the man was even lost behind the door. So, Taehyung could only throw a rough breath to vent his emotions. Please remember that Jimin is still Taehyung's secretary. Which subordinate dares to be so insolent to his superior? There aren't. Except Park Jimin, of course.

At one time, Jimin was able to behave very professionally as a subordinate. But at other times, he could be as brash as he is now. Ooh, God! Taehyung so sorry why he asked Jimin to be relaxed like a friend if no one saw. It's like that, right?! Jimin is a kebablasan. Now so it makes no difference which one is Daepyeonim, which one is secretary.

“I'll make you unemployed, Park Jimin.” Mumbled Taehyung who was now leaning his head on the back of the sofa while closing his eyes. Choosing to resign to the magical behavior of Jimin and decided to give up on the drowsiness that is now increasingly afflicted.

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Not without reason Jimin asked Taehyung not to sleep on the sofa. One of them is because when you wake up later, there is a possibility that the body will get sore if the sleeping position is not comfortable. And Taehyung feels it now. He regretted not following Jimin's advice, because now his neck feels very painful and difficult to move.

Taehyung raised his hand in front of his face and checked his watch to see what time it was. His eyes successfully widened when he realized he had only slept for about thirty minutes. “Just thirty minutes but my neck feels like it's going to break? Awesome sofas Jeon Yoo Ra's.” Taehyung muttered as his left hand gently massaged his neck and shoulders.

Speaking of Jeon Yoo Ra, Taehyung wondered why the girl had not come home yet. Yoo Ra left early in the morning after finishing breakfast. And now it's almost afternoon, but the girl hasn't seen the trunk of her nose yet.

“Indeed a date can be that long? Whatever are they doing? Waste of time.” Taehyung murmured with an unclear tone of ketus what caused it. Clearly, Taehyung forgot that dating can make a person forget time. Oh, okay, not forgetting, but not knowing. Taehyung never went on a date, so be advised that he does not know.

But wait, never dating does not mean not selling. If Taehyung is a merchandise, he is clearly in the category of limited edition high class. There are a lot of women out there who want it. The problem is with Taehyung himself. This limited edition itself that does not want to be owned by anyone.

And as for Jeon Yoo Ra, Taehyung was frankly still hesitant. He was trying to clarify how he felt about the girl at the moment. What is real love, or just a momentary feeling that will disappear by itself. His feelings for Yoo Ra had yet to meet a bright spot. Still grey.

But there is one feeling that Taehyung can now recognize and has something to do with Yoo Ra. What else if not a feeling of annoyance. As now, his regret seemed as if he could not control it as soon as he remembered the girl was not at home for the reason of going on a date.

Dating.

Oh, please don't talk about it now.

Taehyung let out a rude sigh, breaking the daydream about Yoo Ra and his fucking date. He chose to focus on flexing his stiff muscles when suddenly the door to his right opened, leaving him slightly tiptoed and having to painstakingly turn to the source of the sound.

“Oh, are you home, Taehyung-ssi? Don't you have a hospital schedule today? Not so ya?” ask someone who just entered the house. That's Jeon Yoo Ra. The girl now opened her sneakers and put them on the shoe rack.

“You yourself just got home?” instead of answering, Taehyung asked back. Seeing the girl coming with a radiant face as if tickling his brain to remember the sentence ‘kating fun’ that he had wanted to throw away.

“Iya, I had a business for a while.”

“A minute, said?”

Taehyung automatically saw his watch. “Six hours thirty-two minutes, did you say a minute?”

Yoo Ra frowned. He obviously felt strange about Taehyung's question. Don't forget Taehyung's fierce gaze and cynical-sounding tone. Yoo Ra feels like a virgin who was caught coming home in the middle of the night by her father.

“The only problem is that you go on a date while I wait for you like a fool here.”

“The problem? You are like a host who has no manners for leaving his guests alone for hours without leaving anything to eat.”

Oh, for whatever reason it's ridiculous. But even more ridiculous if Taehyung is honest that he is upset half-dead because Yoo Ra went on a date for hours and came home with a clean face as if the world and its contents were his, alone with his girlfriend of course. Ough!

Meanwhile, Yoo Ra was still standing with a puzzled face. Just for a moment, because the next second the girl immediately laughed loudly in front of Taehyung. “So the point is, are you hungry? I see, Taehyung-ssi?”

Taehyung did not answer. He just took a little peck to say it. Although actually he was not really hungry because he had had lunch with Jimin.

“You should have said from earlier, Taehyung-ssi. Don't even go around in circles like that.” Yoo Ra said in between her small laugh. “Wait a minute, I'll make something for you.”

Taehyung took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. All right, not too bad. It is better to be angry at hunger than to be angry at something else. Jealousy for example. Especially if he is jealous when his feelings even clap one hand. So embarrasing.

Taehyung banged slowly, broke his short daydream, then dragged his legs along Yoo Ra's steps towards the kitchen. Arriving there, Taehyung saw Yoo Ra was already busy removing some groceries from the refrigerator. The girl had removed the sweater she had worn and replaced it with a cooking apron with one of her favorite boygroups. Is that his name? Oh yes, BTS.

Huh! Very amusing. The girl's amnesiac how old she is.

“Kimchi fried rice, no problem?” Yoo Ra turned around for a while, asking Taehyung who was already sitting sweetly at the dining table while propped up by his chin.

“It’s okay.”

No one's making a sound anymore. Yoo Ra and Taehyung prefer to be quiet and focus on their respective activities. Yoo Ra is busy cooking and Taehyung is busy watching Yoo Ra.

Soon, Taehyung's busy schedule had to stop as Yoo Ra approached the dinner table with a plate of kimchi fried rice in his hand. The girl then placed her homemade fried rice in front of Taehyung. The fragrant smell of his cooking successfully reawakened the hunger in Taehyung's stomach.

“You didn't eat?” taehyung asked as soon as he saw Yoo Ra sitting quietly in front of him without doing anything.

“So I've had lunch.”

“Ohh.”

“Eum... Taehyung-ssi?”

“Hm.”

“Like?”

“What?” just curse Taehyung's slippery mouth. Yes, of course, fried rice kimchi... What's again?

“Fried rice kimchinya... What else?”

Nah, kan.

“Regularly.”

Okay. Yoo Ra didn't ask anymore. He was getting used to hearing Taehyung's comments like this. He articulated for himself the answer ‘ mediocre' just with ‘enak once’ after seeing himself the man in front of him ate his fried rice greedily even though wrapped in a calm eating attitude. Typical rich people who have not eaten for two days, but still put forward table manner to maintain his image. Kim Taehyung once.

“Today you two are going to the hospital?” yoo Ra asked as Taehyung finished half his fried rice.

“Hm, So.”

“Oh yes? Then how did it go?”

“Next week can just remove the bandage.”

“Oh.”

Silent moment.

“Taehyung-ssi?”

Taehyung did not reply, but Yoo Ra knew the man heard it.

“It... Shouldn't the wound be closed too long? Later not quickly dry.”

Different from before, Taehyung now cast a gaze on Yoo Ra which more or less means “If that I also know! Don't try to teach me! Am I a son of TK?!”

“The wound is only closed during activity. If the night of his wound will be left open.”

Taehyung will just steam the fried rice back into his mouth when suddenly Yoo Ra again voiced “But if it is opened without being given medicine can also be infected.”.

Forced Taehyung had to put back his spoon while rolling his eyeballs lazily. “iya... Knows. That is why doctors give ointments and other drugs as well so that the wound is not exposed to bacteria when opened. Already been? Should I also explain how to use the ointment?!”

Yoo Ra's lips pursed. He was just trying to remind. But Taehyung's response was cold. Yoo Ra became curious, Taehyung is a real human, right? Or maybe Taehyung is a winter bear demon in disguise?

“I first.” Yoo Ra said while removing the cooking apron.

“Where to?”

“Mandi.”

“Mandi?” Taehyung pushed his now-empty plate and turned to look at his watch. “At this start? It's three o'clock.”

Yoo Ra did not answer. Not knowing why Taehyung's question made him instantly remember Seokjin. He had to try hard to hide a big smile due to his stomach that seemed to store hundreds of butterflies flying.

“Soyal... My fiance will pick me up in a minute.”

“Ohh... “ Taehyung nodded twice. But then he suddenly felt he had an acute hearing loss. Did Taehyung hear wrong?

“What was he saying?”

In the next instant, with his heart beating painfully, and his face difficult to interpret, Taehyung looked at Yoo Ra's face which was now met with red.

“What did you just talk about... Fiancee?”

To be continued...