Jimin's POV

I shuffled over in the car seat before flicking my feet out of the door.

I smiled, breathing in the fresh air, exhaling moments after; Some call me lucky to breathe the air in this way and I'll forever be fortunate.

The sun was a golden spark of light in the sky as the trees wavered in the wind's presence.

I extended my body, standing up from the car to lock it.

At a swift pace I let my legs lead me around the corner of a house, a beautiful brick pathway guiding me past the house on one side, a giant backyard on the other side.

There was a skip in my step as I made my way to a big giant wooden door.

With one more deep breath I knocked on the door before cradling my dainty hand to my chest from the impact.

Not long after a short woman with neat brown hair appeared in the open doorway.

"May I help you?" The woman asked with a soft smile on her lips.

"Hi," I beamed with a bubbly smile.

"I'm Park Jimin, the one who responded to your job advertisement. I'm here for the interview." I calmly responded.

The woman's eyes scanned over me up and down, her eyebrows knitting tightly.

"I see." She muttered, her smile fading like the sun at dusk.

"Is something wrong?" I quizzed the women, my own energy already beginning to deflate.

"Erm no. I just thought you were maybe... Older." She murmured while taking another glance at my black button up shirt that I'd paired with light blue ripped jeans.

"How old are you?" She questioned straight after.

"Ah, twenty five." I replied with a raised eyebrow.

The woman hummed, clearly thinking about whether to give me an interview but then finally welcomed me into her home.

"Honey, Park Jimin is here!" She shouted out to her husband I presume as she closed the front door behind me.

She led me through into an office room, directing for me to sit on one side of the desk as she sat down on the other.

A man swiftly entered the office, his gaze falling upon me as the women poured glasses of water for the three of us.

"Huh." The man gasped out, his tone unamused as he froze on the spot in the doorway.

"Is this his son?" The man asked before walking over to join his partner.

"No he's not dear, this is Park Jimin." The woman said through gritted teeth as her partner sat down.

I sighed.

I was so excited for the potential of this job after seeing the advert online, and the couple were quite positive towards my interest.

However now that they see me, they seem entirely unimpressed.

"How old are you?" The man gasped out, asking a similar question to his wife moments earlier.

"He's the same age as Taehyung, dear." The wife replied instead of me.

So the client is my age?

The man rested back in his chair examining me.

"And you have a medical degree?" The man asked.

"Yes sir." I replied.

"I would like to see a copy of your medical degree when you have the chance to send it through to me." The man explained and I nodded continuously.

The couple maintained eye contact, potentially trying to read each other's minds to discuss what to do.

The man turned back to look at me as he pressed his seat up to the desk.

The woman sipped from her glass as the man spoke up, "So you responded to an advert that will be working with our son, Kim Taehyung," The man began.

"You can just call either of us Mr or Mrs Kim if you wish to speak with us," He went on.

"A little about our son, he was diagnosed with Adenocarcinoma lung cancer about six months ago now. This means he may have only another five years to live if he does not beat the cancer. He is currently undergoing treatment," The man went on.

"So Chemotherapy and Radiation Therapy?" I asked.

The man stopped talking before nodding.

"Yes, and he's gone through one surgery procedure so far too." The man said.

"Does he experience Pulmonary edema?" I asked.

The man's eyes blinked at me confused.

"Does his lungs fill up with fluids?" I asked after realising they are not aware of the technical terms of what their son experiences.

"Yes from time to time, it regularly gets checked when he attends appointments in the hospital." The man explained and I nodded.

"Um, anyways, your job will be to provide him with his medication on time. This just helps him throughout the day with his pain and whatever else. He also takes anti-depressants so he is not exactly the happiest person like he used to be." Mr Kim explained and I nodded.

"So am I only needed when he needs me? Or am I here all the time?" I asked.

"All the time. We need someone to also entertain our son and to help him out with anything he needs. We miss him being himself and we've tried with so many people to bring him joy but it just has not worked out well," Mrs Kim answered.

I nodded.

So not only am I a medical supervisor for the client, I am also somehow assigned to be a counsellor or friend to the client.

"Honestly, we may under look you for your age but you could really benefit Taehyung since you are around his age. It may be what he needs to bring back a spark into his life." The woman explained.

"Wait, so you're giving me the job?" I asked, shocked entirely by this outcome.

The woman bit her lip before explaining, "We are desperate for a worker. It's been a week without one since the last person quit and we are willing to try anything. All we can ask for is that you try your hardest to be a friend with our son while giving him his medication. And if you want to quit, we'd really appreciate you giving us at least two weeks' notice."

"If you're willing to accept the job, he's the contract for you to read and sign." The man said while pulling out a form from inside a drawer in the wooden desk that we sat in front of.

I skim read the documents before taking a pen on the desk to sign the contract.

The parents went back to being smiley as they put away the contract in a binder.

"I'll show you around." The wife said as she stood up from the desk.

"Can you work straight away?" She asked while guiding me out of the office room.

"I don't have any other plans." I mumbled as I followed the women into the room where the front door was.

"Excellent." She cheered while stopping me in the doorway.

"Firstly, this is obviously where you came in. My son lives at the top of the stairs. I'll get my husband to give you a key to enter. He will likely leave it on this hook here." She said pointing at a hook by the door.

"You're welcome to use the hook for your belongings such as a jacket during winter, or if you bring a bag." She explained and I nodded.

"Taehyung lives upstairs, he has his own everything. He does have a front door but we encourage you to come through this entrance because the stairs leading from his front door are quite steep and we do not encourage Taehyung to get close to the door when he's quite weak." She explained.

"Wait but these are stairs too?" I asked as the women guided me to the stairs opposite the front door.

"It is, but Taehyung does not wish to leave his floor right now anyways." She explained while walking up the carpet stairs with me that curved in the centre.

"He never leaves the house?" I gasped out.

She shook her head, "We've tried but he is just so... Erm... Grumpy." She muttered once we made it to the top of the stairs.

Before I could ask any questions she began talking again, "This door here is a spare bedroom if you ever wish to live here if it is inconvenient to be coming from wherever you currently live." She explained.

"You are required to be here from 9am till 7pm each night. You'll have Sundays off work because Taehyung tends to sleep in more and then has a visit from a doctor or is required to go into the hospital." She explained.

"And this is the door where you'll go through to see Taehyung. You can use his bathroom and everything in here, but we ask you to keep it tidy and help clean things. Taehyung is obviously old enough to know how to clean but there are odd times where he does not clean because he just does not feel well enough to do so." She explained as I hummed while nodding so she knew I was listening.

"Anyways, that's where I will leave you." The woman explained before turning to leave me at the top of the stairs.

"Wait, I have to go find him alone? You're not going to give me a tour of his floor or anything like that?" I asked the women who had only made it down a couple stairs.

"Erm, Taehyung does not exactly like seeing us right now. It's a very straightforward layout. The door opens up to the kitchen with the couch, TV, and a small dining table to your right of the door. The bathroom in the suite is to the left when you leave the kitchen area. Taehyung's bedroom is in the right corner. The door is normally always open during the day. He'll likely be in his bedroom." She explained before continuing to walk down the stairs.

I sighed as I turned back to face the blank white door.

I mean, how badly could my first day of work go?