#beezywips

Jimin rolled over becoming aware he was alone in the bed. Opening his eyes, his assumptions were correct. With a sigh, he dressed quickly and walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

To his surprise there was a woman humming along with the radio, shaking her hips as she flipped the bacon in the frying pan. Hair tied back in a messy bun, makeup most likely from the night before, she only wore a silk kimono robe. She stopped dead in her tracks as she met Jimin’s judgmental gaze.

After holding the look for a few moments, she chuckled and plopped the crispy bacon onto the plate.

“How do you like your eggs?”

“Uh, scrambled,” he answered hesitantly.

“Good choice,” she beamed and began cracking eggs.

Jimin scratched his head. “I’m sorry I–”

“I’m Yoongi’s assistant, Claudia.”

“Oh, he–”

“He’s at a meeting and sends his regrets he couldn’t greet you this morning.”

“Were you–”