You woke up this Monday morning to the sound of your 5 am alarm throbbing painfully into your ears. 

Your reactions were abnormally delayed in switching the sound to snooze, your head feeling like it was about to explode from the sudden noise invasion. 

As you tried to sit yourself up in bed, your weak body gave out and collapsed down to the pillowy goodness once more. 

It was at that moment you realized that your throat felt raw, almost like someone had shoved a white hot branding iron down it.

Crap.

Don't tell me I've got myself sick...

All of these late nights have finally paid their toll on your body and there was absolutely no way you could go to work in this condition. 

Reaching out for your phone which you carelessly tossed away only moments before, you unlocked it and began dialing Ji-eun's number, internally crying over how even the smallest movements put your entire body in agony. 

"Hello?"

Your best friend answered the phone only a few seconds later, sounding awake and cheery as if morning time wasn't actually Satan's cruel joke on the world.

You opened your mouth and tried to speak, but the only sound that left was a gurgling groan.

Coughing wildly in the hopes that it might clear your congested throat, you tried your hardest to force the words from your mouth for your second try. 

"Dude, I feel like sh*t-" 

"Oh jeez girl, you sound terrible!" she responded through the phone at the sound of your horse voice. "You'd better take today off!" 

"Yeah... but what about the new starter?-"

"Girl, don't worry. I'll handle it and let you know how everything goes. Now go back to bed and get some rest!"

"Fineee. Thanks girl."

A beeping tone played through the phone suggesting that Ji-eun had already hung up and you were relieved that the call had ended just about as fast as it began. 

Throwing your phone back down to the end of the bed with your last remaining bit of energy, you slumped back into your pillow and began drifting out of consciousness. 

Mondays are the worst...

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It felt like your eyes had only been shut for a few minutes when you were rudely awoken by the blaring nose of your phone once more. 

Holy sh*t

I could have sworn I switched my alarm off!

Mentally cursing as you tried rummaging through your sheets to find your phone, you soon realized that it wasn't your alarm. 

Someone was trying to call you and it was now 7:50 in the morning. 

Was I really asleep for 2 hours?

Opening up your phone, you scrolled down to the number of missed calls from Ji-eun in the past few minutes and jumped at the sudden notification of a new message. 

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[07:44] Jimin's Hoe💋 : Girl wake up!

[07:51] Jimin's Hoe💋 : Answer your phone! 

[07:51] Jimin's Hoe💋 : It's an emergency!!! 💀💀💀

[07:52] Mic Drop💜:
I'm up! I'm up! 

[07:53] Mic Drop💜:
What's going on???

-

Ji-eun instantly read you message and began typing as you impatiently waited to find out what could possibly be so damn important for you to have to wake up.

Has she set the cafe on fire?

Would not put it past her...

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[07:54] Jimin's Hoe💋 : Okok... So your lover boy came in as usual. 

[07:54] Jimin's Hoe💋 : He doesn't usually talk to me. Or anyone else for that matter....

[07:55] Mic Drop💜:
And...?

 [07:55] Jimin's Hoe💋 : Well, he instantly noticed you weren't there and he asked me where you were. 

[07:55] Jimin's Hoe💋 : Of course I told him you sounded really sick this morning and that I told you not to come into work....

-

 By this point you were growing beyond impatient to hear the rest of it. 

You were feeling so incredibly drowsy and your eyes were starting to glaze over. The 3 dots at the end of the chat screen had been moving on and off while she slowly typed out her never-ending story. 

This better be good..

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[07:56] Jimin's Hoe💋 : I'm soo sorry girl, but he totally caught me off guard. 

[07:57] Mic Drop💜:
What did you do???

-

Ji-euns last response made your breath catch in the back of your throat, instantly feeling your anxieties peaking for what could possibly have happened. 

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[07:58] Jimin's Hoe💋 : Well.. He asked me for your address....

[07:58] Jimin's Hoe💋 : And I was too in shock!

[07:59] Jimin's Hoe💋 : You know how I crumble under pressure!

[07:59] Jimin's Hoe💋 : I really didn't mean to! but I kind of gave it to him before I could even think about it...

[08:00] Jimin's Hoe💋 : I think he's on his way to see you. Right now!

-

At those words, you felt your heart drop in your stomach.

Your ears were ringing from sensitivity of the silence that was now surrounding you. 

I can't let him see me like this!!

-

[08:00] Mic Drop💜:
Are you insane?

[08:00] Mic Drop💜:
Girl, what the f*ck!

[08:02] Jimin's Hoe💋 : I know I f*cked up. 

[08:02] Jimin's Hoe💋 : I'm reaaaaally sorry and I know you won't forgive me...

[08:03] Jimin's Hoe💋 : But you're running out of time! He will be there soon! 

[08:04] Jimin's Hoe💋 : Hurry up and get ready!!

[08:05] Mic Drop💜:
I swear I'm going to kill you the minute I start feeling better!

-

Out of no where you felt an overwhelming wave of panic induced adrenaline surging through your body as you ripped your blankets off your body and sprinted to the bathroom. 

You quickly inspected yourself in front of the mirror and concluded that you looked just about as disgusting as you had predicted. 

Heck

How the hell is he supposed to see me like this?

He'll never want to see me again!

You frantically threw some water on your face in the hopes of adding some life back into it and began untangling all the knots out of your bed-head hair. 

Not forgetting to brush your teeth, you then carelessly slapped any of the makeup you could find lying around onto your face in record timing, praying that by some miracle you wouldn't still look like a dead person by the end of this. 

You patted foundation around with your brush, attempting to hide the imperfections before dabbing blush onto your otherwise dead looking complexion.

Just as you were racing to change out of your pajamas into something a little more presentable, you heard the doorbell ring throughout your apartment, making you trip over your legs and hit the ground from the sudden shock. 

 He can't be here already can he? 

Oh my god, please end me....

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror and cringed at the appalling sight, contemplating just burying yourself back into the comfort of your bed and pretending like he wasn't just standing out the front of your door. 

I'd be better off with a paper bag over my head at this point..

The doorbell rang once more, knocking you out of your frantic thoughts, rushing you the front of your apartment and pausing at the door. 

You lifted your hand out, hovering over the doorknob hesitantly before eventually succumbing to twisting the handle. 

As you swung the door open, your eyes were instantly drawn to your mysteriously masked 'Genius', who was leaning oh-so-cooly to the side of the door frame. 

He was quick to catch your gaze, widening his eyes a little as he stood up straight before you.

He placed the back of his hand on your forehead to check your temperature before removing it and shaking his head with an unreadable expression. 

"Wow. Your friend wasn't lying." He spoke, a smirk apparent in his eyes.

You furrowed your brows at him before answering sharply, "What?"

"You look like death come back to life, Yoongi's girl... Are you wearing make-up?" he chuckled, squinting his eyes and leaning in closer to you. 

The shock of his sudden presence was suddenly taken over by a small ripple of anger.

Who the hell does he think he is?

The nerve.

The unimaginable gull, Storming up to my door, at MY house, where I pay the bills and telling me I look like death!?

"If you have nothing nice to say you can just-"

"Where's the kitchen?"

Mr 742 swiftly cut you off, his hand bringing the bag that was tucked behind his back to dangle in front of your face.

Your eyes studied the bag in his hands, noting the familiar chain restaurant logo on the front before you were suddenly moved out of the way, your 'Genius' storming past you and into your house.

"H-hey! You can't just waltz into peoples homes!" You protested, shuffling to catch up to him as he eyed the insides of your apartment.

"Now is that any way to thank the nice man who came all this way to take care of you?" He asked, not even looking back at you as he spotted the kitchen.

You watched as he set the bag on the table, beginning to take out its contents as you approached him.

Hot chocolate, soup, bread, strawberry milk, snacks and medicine. You had no idea that so many things could all fit into just one bag.

"You should have that while it's still hot..." he muttered over his shoulder, walking over to your fridge to take a look inside. 

How could he be so...

Thoughtful?

A smile curled it's way to the corners of your lips at just the thought of it. 

"T-thank you," you stuttered through a muffled voice, trying to hide the blush on your face with your hands. "B-but you really didn't have to."

From those words, he shut the fridge door with a bang and stomped back over to you, promting you to look down at your feet for whatever harsh comeback he was about to throw at you. 

As you stood there in anticipation, focusing on your oddly matched bed-socks, you felt a hand reach beneath your jaw, tilting your head back up to lock eyes with him. 

"If I didn't, then who would? You clearly don't even know how to take good care of yourself," He cooed, perking an eyebrow up and gesturing at your empty fridge. 

The first to admit your hopelessness to anyone, you couldn't think of a convincing enough reply, only to protrude your lower lip into a pout. 

At your pathetic expression, he booped your nose and gave you an eye-smile before focusing his attention back to the bag of goodies he kindly brought for you. 

His sudden contact caused your body to freeze and butterflies to swarm all around your empty stomach. 

He began packing everything away into your cupboards and fridge, leaving the hot chocolate and soup out on the table for you to finish later. 

When he was done, he walked back over to where you were still stood frozen in the same spot for the last few minutes, feeling slightly dazed.

It was like the more you gazed into his eyes, the further they played spells on you. 

As he stood in front of you once more, your mind raced back to the picture he had sent you the day before, uncovering the lower half of his face for the very first time. 

Studying his face, you tried to piece the puzzle together, but going off your memory alone made it a huge struggle.

"Well..." he broke the silence, forcing you out of your thoughts and back into reality. "I'd better get going, before I'm late for work.."

"O-ohh... right," you mumbled back, afraid to admit that you wanted him to stay a little longer. 

You followed him back over to the front door, and watched him as he slid on his Balenciaga sneakers, hoping you could some how drag this out a little more.

As he was done with his shoes, he stood back up in front of you and straightened out his sweater. 

"Let me know how you're going through out the day.. And don't forget to take your medicine!" he muttered, pointing a finger out at you.

He shuffled around in the small space at the front of your apartment and began to open the front door, before peering back at you once more.

"See you later, Yoongi's Girl," he said with a wink, walking out the door and closing it behind him.

He disappeared so quickly, you were still stood in front of the door with your mouth gaping wide open, your heart pounding loudly in your chest. 

As soon as you caught back up to present time, an idea quickly came to you.

You darted back into your bedroom, pulling out your phone to inspect the photo that Mr 742 had sent you the day before to see if you could somehow piece his face together. 

Once the chat screen was open, you scrolled all the way up to where you thought the photo should be but... 

It was gone...?

Where the hell is it?

It was then that your eyes narrowed onto the small text that was sitting where the photo should have been, that your heart quickly sunk to the bottom of your stomach.

[🔥Black Coffee Asshole🔥 has unsent a message] 

You threw away your phone out of frustration and let out an ungodly groan, only remembering seconds later that your throat was in no condition to be screaming like that. 

Why would he do that?

Accepting defeat, you slumped your shoulders and walked back into the kitchen to start on the soup and hot chocolate that was waiting for you, before taking some medicine and passing out in bed once more. 

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//A/N//:

Hello Angels!

Happy Monday, and hope you all have a great week ahead of you!

Sorry for the delay in updating this last chapter... I've been mad busy this last week with work and everything else!

Hope you're all enjoying the story so far ^^

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