"no, cho youn, don't!"

"but it's so long—"

"and stop inserting it inside—"

there was a day left till the construction was over. father actually found the best construction company in the whole korea and that was why it was so efficient and fast.

instead of spending my last day being carefree, i decided to do a makeover for jimin. like cutting his hair and using a cotton bud to dig his ears.

he actually refused to cut his long hair, claiming that it's precious and that he would miss his hair so much if i cut it. but i gave him a glare and still force him to let me cut it anyways.

he looked absolutely dashing, stunning.

i held the ziplock bag that was full of his hair and held it in front of him, "your precious baby."

"but you are way more precious."

i tried to ignore his words and helped him digged his ear, which i accidentally thrusted the earbud too deep inside his ear that he yelped.

"ah, sorry!" i apologised frantically as i scratched my neck sheepishly. jimin looked at me with a look that i couldn't decipher and what i could do was mutter back, "what?"

he muttered something under his breath and what i heard was, "stop being so cute" or something, but i may be wrong. well, i think i am absolutely wrong.

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father was smiling at the sight of jimin and me coming out of my room and i swear it was a smile that i haven't seen for ages.

"sit down cho youn, and you are?" father questioned the shy jimin who was pratically hiding behind me.

he gave father an embarrassed smile and was still clutching onto the back of my clothes tightly, "p-park jimin."

jimin was still reluctant about his looks. after i did a so called 'makeover' of him, he kept on telling me that he looks ugly with this short hairstyle. he wasn't used to having short hair.

"you're beautiful, jimin."

i turned and whispered to him, as well as patting his head as a form of encouragement. i heard a deep squeak out of nowhere and i stared at father weirdly who was avoiding my gaze.

jimin was then full of smiles and even sat down on the couch first before me. i then joined him, and we were both sitting opposite of my father.

"nice to meet you, jimin." father extended his hand and jimin was loss as his eyes flickered between me and father's hands. a smile formed on my lips looking at how adorable he was, and i just bobbed my head.

he then slowly shook father's hands and i could tell he was a little nervous. i could see beads of perspiration forming on the side of his forehead.

both of them released each other's hands at the same time and father cleared his throat.

"so, jimin will be staying here from now on?" father questioned. i nodded my head eagerly but jimin shot me a look — that he didn't want me to say yes.

"actually," jimin cut in softly. "i can still sleep outside her shop. it's comfortable there and i feel like a freeloader if i ever stay here—"

father shook his head, "no, jimin. you can stay here if you want and you can go look for jobs to pay us back, isn't that good?"

jimin didn't respond to him.

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that night when i came out from the bathroom, i found out that jimin wasn't on my bed, and neither was he in my house. the maids said that he actually left when i was bathing.

and i saw a packet of money on the bed, which was from him.

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okkk guys i planned this story to be 15 chapters !