"What a lonely slut,"

Jimin

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Jimin's POV

"Hello... Yeah I will order the ingredients soon, I just got home for christ sake. Let me go take a shower then I will order the damn ingredients Namjoon as I'm still covered in flour." I whined into the phone awaiting Namjoon, my managers response.

I've had a long day at work and even though I just got home my manager presumes I'm always available to do everything he needs.

"Make sure you do order the ingredients Jimin because we aren't going to bake cookies and cupcakes at our bakery if we don't have the ingredients."  Namjoon instructed before he hung up the phone.

I grunted throwing my black bag down onto the brown leather couch inside my small old fashioned apartment which is about a block from the cafe where I work.

"Do this Jimin, do that Jimin," I snickered under my breath.

"And they wonder why I am so negative." I snorted to myself while walking to the cupboard.

I grabbed out a nice baby blue towel.

"Why doesn't Namjoon fucking just order the ingredients himself if he has enough time to damn call me. If he did it I'm sure his precious Jin hyung would be so proud of him." I muttered punching my hand against the wall.

I winced as the pain traveled across my knuckles shooting daggers through the rest of my hand.

"Ou." I mumbled gripping my hand tightly to my chest.

 "Yah fucking wall." I groaned walking into the bathroom with the towel.

I left the door open but it's not like it matters when I live alone.

I lifted my shirt above my head and then pulled down my basic black pants and baby blue boxers.

I ran a hand through my black hair looking at my appearance in the mirror.

"What a lonely slut," I muttered running my hand over hickeys that were scattered across my chest.

"When will you get a good boyfriend instead of just hooking up with randos?" I questioned myself looking at the purple red hickeys on my milky pale skin.

I wandered towards the shower opening the glass before turning on the shower.

"Fuck!" I squealed feeling the cold water cascade down over my skin.

"Great, I didn't pay for hot water. You know what... I deserve this." I whined as I turned the shower spray down walking into the cold water.

My entire body shivered as I lathered myself in soaps and body wash to get the flour and butter I spilt off of me.

Today we had a lot more orders as people are starting to notice our cheaper prices as our cafe is right across from the university.

And me being a 24 year old young male, I was desperate for a job after I finished my university course a couple years back.

Of course their wasn't many options for my dancing career so while I'm still looking I at least needed a job to pay for where I live, food, water (I wish hot water) and more.

As much as I am glad I have a job at my boss, Jin's cafe, I also wish I didn't find it.

I am treated so poorly there as I have to do everything.

If my co-workers Hoseok and Yoongi (Who's extremely hot and vocally abusive) weren't favored by Namjoon maybe they would work harder and the work load would be more evenly spread but instead Hoseok, Yoongi and Namjoon will just have a long as conversation while Yoongi occasionally takes orders and Hoseok cooks some food.

The rest of the time while they are having a lovely good time, I am cleaning all the dishes, wiping down tables, taking over for Yoongi with orders whenever he's actually talking in their conversations or cooking for Hoseok when I am not even a good cook.

And Jin, god when is he ever their. Jin is so fond of Namjoon that he trusts him to lock up and open so Jin gets paid during the day to do whatever the fuck he pleases because Namjoons to much of a simp for him.

I huffed running strawberry scented shampoo through my black knotty hair as I closed my eyes trying to imagine a better time in my life. 

Only their hasn't really been a better time in my life.

When I turned 11 I became an orphan as my mother passed away with cancer and my father was never in my life.

My mother always told me when I was younger that he loved us so much he went off to war to protect us and the country but I am pretty certain from kids at school that my father just walked out of our lives.

This is because other students have mentioned how their fathers joined the Army too but their father's still lived with them.

Though when I was 8 I thought the idea of my father being in the Army was amazing as I had a warrior father.

Of course that didn't seem to be the case.

But because I was 11, no one wanted an ongoing teenager.

So I spent 7 years of my life as an orphan with shit food, and 5 year old's for company.

None understanding anything I was going through as 5 year old's live worry free.

And after I turned 18 I was kicked out, but luckily I delivered news papers to houses while living at the orphanage so half the money went to the orphanage each time but I still managed to save up enough money to attend university and study living in the dorms for a couple years before I needed another job; which happens to be me working in a cafe across from my old university.

I opened my eyes feeling a tear slip down my cheek, the shower water washed away the evidence.

I don't even have fondness in my childhood with my mother who was a heavy smoker.

I sighed pressing my head against the plastic shower wall.

"How are you still alive when you have nothing?" I cried lightly to myself.

"What is keeping you here when you don't have friends, family, or even your dream job?" I muttered banging my head against the plastic wall.

"Stop banging your head on the wall or you will end up with brain damage."

My heart raced hearing someone else's voice.

A male voice.

It was rough and husky almost like an adults but quite frankly it sounded extremely attractive.

I spun around remembering I was completely naked and screamed seeing an attractive male in all white clothing in front of me.

My hand was quick to cover over my private parts even though I was well aware he had seen my bare bum.

"Get the fuck out of my bathroom!" I demanded.

I turned the shower off seeing him just stand their looking at me, his lips slightly agape.

"You know what, how the hell did you even get into my house? The front door is locked." I grumbled opening the glass door to step out and wrap a towel around my waist to cover my ass and shaft.

The taller male chuckled at me as he looked down at me.

"Personally I don't think keys would keep me out" He coed before he jumped up onto my bathroom sink to sit.

"Yah don't sit on that, it will break" I muttered looking at the weak white sink that he perched upon.

"Not for me it won't" He chuckled.

"Just because you are some rather handsome dude doesn't mean your luck will be good and that my sink won't break. Now you still haven't explained how you even got into my damn fucking house" I spat covering my chest with my arms.

The male jumped off the white sink stepping closer to me.

He had light brown hair and stunning golden skin.

His jawline was perfect, as was his deep dreamy brown eyes and thin pink kissable lips.

"You know you aren't how imagined you would be Jimin." He said lifting my head with his hand under my chin.

"Wha- You know my name? Do I know you?" I gasped as he just gazed down at me.

"I'm pretty certain I didn't order another prostitute... Unless I was drunk." I murmured holding my forehead between my fingers.

He slightly blinked at me.

His fresh scent of citrus fruits; lemons, oranges and grapefruits wafted through my nostrils. 

"Please tell me you aren't my dad." I whined making his mouth fall wide open.

"Yah! Do I look like I would be your fucking dad. I'm the same age as you." He growled.

"Then how the hell do you know my name? And apparently age!?" I spat in confusion.

A cute boxy smile spread across his lips.

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Kim Taehyung and I'm 24" He said happily holding his hand out for me to shake it.

I looked down at his hand frowning before placing my hand in his.

It felt warm but almost seemed to spark when I touched it.

"Still your avoiding my questions." I stated tightening my grip on his hand.

"If you don't tell me soon I will beat you into a pulp for seeing me naked and disturbing my peace." I uttered as his face dropped from a cheerful one.

"I'm sorry what? You call banging your head on the wall peaceful-" He gasped frowning at me before I tightened my hand on his squeezing his long fingers hard together.

"Ou ou please stop-" He winced grabbing my hand with his other before pressing me against the wall holding my hands above my head.

I raised my knee to knee him in the balls but he noticed pressing his crotch against mine.

"Hey let me go!" I said squirming under his grip.

"I will just you need to shut up and listen to me for a second. You want to know how I got in right?" Taehyung asked and I eagerly nodded.

"I came through the roof." He answered and I blinked looking at the roof in my bathroom.

"I don't see any holes." I muttered looking back at him.

He smiled.

"That's good, but I fell from the sky and landed here. Trust me but I didn't plan on seeing you naked the first time I meet you," He started as I tiled my head to the side confused.

"Nor did I think I would meet you at the age of 24. I was hoping for us to at least be 80 or something." He continued thinking as he looked down at me.

"None of that makes sense, why would you plan to meet me when we are 80? And seriously how did you fall through my roof from the sky? Were you sky diving? Shouldn't you be injured? How would my roof be replaced this quick?" I questioned quickly.

"Look," Taehyung coed softly pushing my head to the side of the wall as he let go of my hands.

I watched as Taehyung's hand pressed against the bare white wall before it went through the wall.

I squealed stumbling back from him into the corner of the room away from him.

My mouth fell wide open.

His hand went through the fucking wall...

Am I dreaming about a hot guy now?

Maybe it's a sexual fantasy that I can have a guy who only I can touch and no one else?

"What the fuck are you?" I stammered seeing his wrist was glowing white where his hand went through the wall before he pulled it back out and it stopped glowing.

He looked at me with a cute smile perched upon his face.

He seemed amused of my response but thankfully put me out of my misery and answered me.

"I'm your Guardian Angel Jimin"

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