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Life has never been easy but atleast it wasn't so petty , it has now started playing jokes on him sitting beside that asshole every morning he truly felt he was being baby sitted . Soon enough either he would slam his own head or that asshole's who is again driving at questionable speed.
"Get out" commanded his personal bodyguard, an imposing figure who often played the role of a relentless guardian, causing him to involuntarily flinch. Would it be too much to hope for a moment of civility?
Exasperated, he retorted, "Can't you display some tenderness for once?" A challenging glare was thrown in the bodyguard's direction. It was as though an unspoken compulsion kept his lips moving in defiance.
The bodyguard, that infuriating individual, responded with a smug expression, flexing his tattoed arm upon the steering wheel. His arrogant demeanor, far from being a distraction, seemed to amplify the tension in the vehicle.
"Does our princess desire royal treatment?" he inquired, gazing at him with an enigmatic intensity. Jimin's brow furrowed in disgust, wondering what peculiar force drove this man. As he prepared to exit, thoroughly exasperated by the day that had just begun, he was abruptly halted by a larger and reassuringly warm tattooed hand firmly grasping his wrist.
His head snapped around, meeting the enigmatic gaze of the other man. Jimin's eyes questioned the unexpected gesture. "What are you doing, Jeon?" he inquired, a note of irritation creeping into his voice. The bodyguard, with unwavering authority, responded, "It's Mr. Jeon to you, princess."
In response to this assertion, Jimin found himself nodding, a deviation from his usual demeanor. "Splendid," Jungkook remarked with approval. "Now, please exit." Without hesitation, Jimin stepped out of the vehicle, deliberately slamming the door with a resounding force, his patience thoroughly tested.
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Jimin stood before the grand glass mirror, offering a panoramic view of the sprawling city of Seoul. His phone buzzed, drawing his attention away from the cityscape.
"Hello, who am I speaking to?" he inquired, his voice calm and measured.
The voice on the other end belonged to Taemin, a touch of nervousness evident in his tone. "It's me, Taemin. I just wanted to confirm if the plan is still on."
Jimin's reflection in the glass seemed contemplative. "Taemin-ssi, I don't recall ever giving the impression that I would abandon someone at the last minute."
Taemin's voice softened, "Jimin-ssi, I'm sorry if I came across that way. It's just... well, never mind. When should I pick you up?"
Jimin, his eyes fixed on the vast expanse of Seoul, couldn't quite explain the other's unexpected excitement that had gripped him about a business dinner. Before he could ponder further, Taemin made an unconventional proposition, "And I must add, it's not going to be entirely businesslike. We should loosen up a bit. I've also booked a bar."
Jimin, ever the cautious one, hesitated. "That might not be necessary, Taemin-ssi. I'm not particularly fond of going out, especially to bars. I might have to excuse myself from the bar idea."
Taemin, ever accommodating, responded quickly, "I apologize, Jimin-ssi, if I overstepped. Whatever suits you, I'll make it happen. How about I pick you up at 6 from your home?"
Jimin felt a sense of relief at Taemin's flexibility. "Perfect, that works for me. I'll see you then," he affirmed, concluding the conversation and reminding himself that he wasn't one for lengthy dialogues.
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"The Jeons have their eyes fixed on you," he murmured, a sly grin curling on his lips as he prepared two glasses of whiskey. Across from him, the other man gently traced the scar that slashed menacingly across his eye. By some twisted stroke of luck, his eye remained unharmed.
His voice dripped with malevolence as he continued, "It's a fascinating puzzle, isn't it? The question of why they haven't struck harder. But that's not my concern. I care only about this petulant little bratty thing" He chuckled darkly, pouring the whiskey down his throat without a hint of remorse.
"Prepare the plan," he ordered, his tone laced with ominous intent.
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"Hey, Min," Taehyung sauntered into Jimin's office with an overly saccharine tone, disrupting the tranquility of the workspace. Jimin wasn't prepared for this conversation. Why couldn't Taehyung be a little more conventional for once? Jimin inwardly cursed.
Ignoring the source of the rumor, Taehyung leaned in, his expression sly. "A little birdie told me you're going on a date." Jimin was exasperated but chose not to respond. Taehyung, not one to be subtle, continued, "Taemin, huh?" as he made himself comfortable on a nearby couch.
Jimin sighed, feeling the weight of Taehyung's scrutiny. "Are we really doing this right now?" he asked in frustration. Taehyung, practically incredulous, raised his voice, "What, it's not a date? Or should I rephrase it – are you really so naive as to believe it's not a date? Seriously?"
Jimin decided to remain silent, knowing that this conversation was going nowhere, even though Taehyung was painfully right. He chose to ignore it, as long as he wasn't actively indulging in it. It wasn't his business.
Taehyung swiftly changed the topic, declaring, "Okay, forget about the date or not. We need to get you ready." He was suddenly brimming with enthusiasm. Jimin opened his mouth to respond, but Taehyung was faster. "No, Min, hush. Let's go." And just like that, he was being dragged out of his office.
As they approached the exit, one of the bodyguards mentioned to wait for Mr. Jeon. Jimin waved him off and continued with Taehyung. But, just as they hit the road, Jimin's phone rang with the caller ID flashing "Mr. Jeon." He decided to ignore the call, confident that with Taehyung by his side, nothing could possibly go wrong. After all, hadn't he lived a peaceful life up to this point?
Taehyung couldn't resist, leaning in and wiggling his eyebrows, "That hot mess?" Jimin simply sighed, bracing himself for whatever lay ahead.
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""God, Min," Taehyung purred, not a hint of offense in his words, "but why have you been hiding this side of yourself? Men would drop to their knees for you." His admiration was evident as he gazed upon his creation.
Jimin looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes shimmering with the silver glitter eyeliner and the tiny rhinestones delicately placed beneath his lower lid. Dior lip oil worked its magic on his luscious lips, giving them an irresistible allure.
Clad in a sleek, black silk shirt, he resembled a delicate yet enigmatic doll, with the top two buttons casually undone, revealing a silver chain that gracefully adorned his collarbones. Black leather pants clung to his every curve, exuding an undeniable allure. Completing the ensemble were heeled boots that elevated his presence.
Jimin appeared different, but the familiar charm of his old self had resurfaced, casting a spell of undeniable sensuality.
(Imagine his hair to be blonde 🫣)
"God bless Taemin's heart," taehyung muttered, whilst jimin just rolled his eyes at that.He had made it abundantly clear that he wasn't particularly interested in romance.
A servant approached and informed Jimin, "Sir, Mr. Taemin has arrived. He's waiting for you."
Jimin acknowledged the message and assured the servant he'd be down shortly. Taehyung, always playing the role of an overly proud parent, trailed behind him. Jimin couldn't help but internally roll his eyes at his friend's antics.
Descending the staircase, Jimin couldn't shake off Taehyung's words of encouragement. "Enjoy, Min. I was just kidding earlier. Unclench a little. There's no harm in living a little," Taehyung had said, giving his shoulder an assuring squeeze before making his exit.
Reaching the living room, Jimin approached Taemin, who was seated on the sofa, holding a glass of juice. Taemin looked equally stunning in leather pants and a royal blue shirt, his perfectly slicked-back hair adding to his allure. As Taemin turned to greet him, their eyes locked, and he appeared momentarily captivated, swallowing hard.
"Jimin-ssi," Taemin finally managed to utter, after a brief pause. He took Jimin's hand and kissed the back of it. But today, the gesture lingered a little longer. When their eyes met, Taemin continued, "I could wait for you my whole life, Jimin-ssi."
Jimin found himself at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond to such a declaration. In his peripheral vision, he could see Taehyung struggling to stifle his laughter, clearly reveling in the situation.
Jimin attempted to change the topic, his voice wavering slightly, "Shall we go?" Taemin nodded, allowing Jimin to lead the way, and the air seemed charged with anticipation as they embarked on their evening together.
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Their car stopped in front of a fancy restaurant as expected ,now he has to sit for god knows how long acting like he is interested in the conversation, he just hoped that taemin was a pleasure to talk to .
"May i ? " taemin was infront of him holdinf the car door for him with one hand whilst the other hand was extended for jimin to take . Jimin thought for a second to ignore his hand but decided against it and held onto his hand and got out of the car , a man dressed neatly cane forward nodding to both of them in recognition and guided them inside the restaurant.
It was an expensive but warm restaurant, the dimly lit lights gave the restaurants a nice vibe , he wasn't a fan of eating outside but this looked pristine and famous , but what he found kind of weird was that it was empty , they were led to a place that looked upon the entire city of seoul , a beautifully arranged table with lots of flowers placed in vases around the table , taemin led him forward and pulled out a chair for him which he took with gratitude.
"You didn't have to put so much effort taemin-ssi" Jimin said with a tight lipped smile he was getting awkward about this whole situation.
" Jimin-ssi , its nothing i just wanted you to enjoy your time out " taemin flashed him a generous smile whilst taking a seat infront of him.
"You didn't have to rent it for a meaningless dinner " Jimin said while putting his leg on another and situating his back on the chair .
Taemin looked at him with something akin to adoration in his eyes " Who said it's meaningless Jimin-ssi? I am so happy that you accepted to have dinner with me , it will go down as one of the best days in my life in my biography, if someone bothered to write one "
Jimin gave him a small smile which was so unnoticeable that if you didn't look hard you would have missed it but taemin couldn't miss it for the world . Just then a waiter came in bringing their food , jimin looked at him a little puzzled because they haven't ordered anything yet , he looked at taemin puzzled .
"I know we haven't ordered yet but why bother looking at such a huge menu and put you under so much pressure i took it upon myself and ordered the best food they have i come here often and i know what they have the best " Jimin would be lying if he said he wasn't touched so he gave him a smile .
"So i am gonna apologize in advance , this isn't a business dinner i just wanted to have a one on one dinner with you " taemin uttered apologetically , although jimin knew it was far from being a business dinner he didn't deny nor accept it infront of him,instead he said " I don't think it was worth lying over , you could have simply said it that's lets have dinner "
"Jimin ssi its so hard to even meet you after office hours how could i have coaxed you into having dinner with me"
Fair enough jimin thought to himself .
"Lets eat " Jimin said instead of answering him ,he saw taemin in his peripheral vision opening his mouth to say something but then closed whilst shaking his head deciding against it .
Dinner went by smoothly and jimin enjoyed every bit of it " It was truly delicious taemin ssi , thank you for this "
"Anything for you jimin ssi , but mind you the night isnt over yet if you may allow me ?" Jimin nodded so taemin took it as a positive sign and took him by his hand to the outside where on a table which was lit up with tiny inbuilt lights and that classic red wine was staying on it taemin left him there and went to open the wine bottle and pouring two glasses .
Just as he came to stand beside him the whole night lit up by tiny flying lights which he realised were fireflies , jimin looked at the scene in awe and taemin was looking at jimin in awe , the light from them shone jimin's whole face and he definitely wasn't able to get enough of him .
Jimin looked at him , his eyes tiny crescents.
"Thank you, Taemin-ssi, it's breathtaking," Jimin acknowledged, the wine making him a bit more expressive than usual.
Taemin, sipping on his wine, responded, "Still can't compete with you." A slight blush crept onto Jimin's cheeks, and he couldn't help but blame the wine for his uncharacteristic vulnerability.
Jimin turned toward the bottle to pour another glass, a decision he'd soon regret. As he reached for the bottle, Taemin approached him, taking the bottle from his hand and brushing his fingers in the process. Jimin withdrew his hand, letting Taemin pour the wine for him.
"Thank you for this evening, Jimin-ssi. I am indebted to you," Taemin expressed his gratitude.
Jimin replied with a modest smile, "It's nothing, Taemin-ssi. I enjoyed myself here." He took a final sip of his wine and realized Taemin's eyes were locked onto him, studying him closely.
Taemin, who was undeniably handsome, seemed to be inching into Jimin's personal space. His hand gently caressed Jimin's cheek, and his eyes sought permission. Jimin, instinctively, closed his eyes. Just as Taemin was about to touch his lips, Jimin pushed him away, panic overtaking him.
Taemin looked somewhat bewildered, but he quickly composed himself. Jimin, however, wasn't paying attention. He hastily retreated, stumbling back until he hit a table, knocking over the wine bottle. Apologizing profusely, he rushed out of the restaurant, leaving a bewildered and distressed Taemin in his wake.
Jimin's emotions were quite evident – he had no intention of pursuing anything more with Taemin, and the unexpected advance had left him visibly flustered and uncomfortable.
Much to his luck it started raining cats and dogs , now he was drenched and disheartened, Jimin's luck took an even bleaker turn as the rain poured relentlessly from the heavens. Running through the downpour, he soon found himself stumbling, his foot caught by some unseen obstacle, and he came crashing to the wet pavement. Jimin couldn't help but feel like he had a talent for ruining every good thing that came his way.
Sitting there, soaked and defeated, he gazed into the distance, lost in his thoughts, until a loud horn abruptly shattered his reverie. As he turned to the source of the sound, he couldn't believe his eyes. A very familiar black car had pulled up right in front of him, and the last person he wanted to see was seated behind the wheel.
Dark eyes pierced through the rain-smeared windscreen as the man remained perfectly composed, not a strand of his perfectly styled hair out of place. His hand, clad in a crisp white dress shirt, rested casually on the steering wheel.
"Get in," he growled, his command leaving no room for argument. Jimin hesitated, his emotions and thoughts in turmoil, but he knew he had little choice in the matter.
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