Jimin's Pov
Jimin's patience was wearing thin as he mentally cursed the seemingly endless day. He pondered his options: should he get in the car with this man? Around him, he always had to be cautious, which piqued his curiosity. This man didn't act like a bodyguard, constantly ordering him around. On the other hand, the pouring rain made it impossible to get home without falling sick. However, Jimin's stubborn self concluded that he didn't care about getting wet, and he chose to ignore the other man, starting to walk again with haste.
The brunette revved the engine, capturing Jimin's attention and drawing curious glances from passersby seeking shelter from the rain. "Stupid nosy people," Jimin thought. He turned to the man, frustration evident, "I don't want to go with you. Don't bother yourself with me." He expected the man to drive away or perhaps force him into the car, but what came next sent shivers down his spine.
"Princess," the man sneered, "you weigh less than the air, and you're 5 ft nothing. Don't tempt me to toss you over my shoulder and do things you wouldn't prefer, but I'd rather enjoy." There was a tight, mocking smile mixed with lust and fury in the man's sapphire eyes. Jimin was left gaping, unable to respond. He reluctantly opened the car door and got in, feeling warmth wash over him as the car's interior was moderately warm, a stark contrast to the cold man beside him.
"These seats are nappa leather," the brunette muttered as he set off on the road.
Jimin retorted with sass, "And my shirt is silk."
"What?" the brunette questioned, looking at him quizzically.
"I thought we were naming fabrics that no one gave a shit about," Jimin rolled his eyes, thoroughly irked by the man. The man's gaze lingered on Jimin's lips and exposed collarbones a bit too long to be deemed safe and then he refocused on the road, smirking.
Jimin, annoyed, gazed out the window. The man was driving slower than usual, and if it was due to the rain, it was oddly amusing that he cared about being cautious. Jimin's shirt had started to dry, and he finally felt a bit at ease.
The air was charged with tension as the deep voice of the brunette sliced through the car's interior. He demanded, "Who were you with? Dressed like that." Jimin's irritation flared, and he retorted, "I don't think it's any of your business."
A hint of menace laced the man's response, as he stated, "Princess, I don't recall giving you a say in what concerns me." His words carried an unusual calm, tinged with an indescribable undercurrent.
Jimin's patience wore thin, and he snapped back, "Stop using that ridiculous name. I haven't granted you that privilege."
An arched eyebrow was his only reply as the man continued to drive. The journey was uneventful, and they eventually arrived at the Park mansion, where the security staff seemed accustomed to the man. Before Jimin could step out of the car, the man initiated a conversation.
"Let me reiterate, you don't have the right to say anything in my presence that I haven't approved. Anything that could potentially anger or disrespect me is off-limits. You don't get to make decisions or assumptions on my behalf, and you certainly don't get to dictate what I call you. Do we understand each other, Princess?" The audacity of this man left Jimin momentarily speechless.
He attempted to protest, "Who do you think you..." but was abruptly silenced as the man held Jimin's jaw firmly, not causing pain but making it impossible to speak. "Do we understand each other, Princess?" he growled, his face uncomfortably close. Overwhelmed, Jimin nodded, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. The man's unsettling grin and condescending pat on his cheek left Jimin seething as he forcefully broke free and slammed the car door.
Author's pov 🍃
He entered the mansion taehyung was sitting on the stool near kitchen island eating his favourite strawberries and laughing at some weird show that he loved . When he felt him coming his eyes brightened up but as soon as he saw his sullen expression his whole demeanour changed .
"Jiminie what happened? Why are your eyes red , did he do something? " taehyung looked ready to fight .
" No , i messed up he didn't do anything " jimin replied keeping his eyes on his shoes .
"I am so tired and my clothes are making me feel weird so i am gonna change " Jimin said and didn't wait for his response.
Just as he disappeared upstairs Jeon entered the living room is brow furrowed, Jeon's piercing sapphire eyes remained transfixed on the digital realm of his phone. The subtle clearing of Taehyung's throat was the catalyst that yanked Jeon's attention from the device to meet his inquisitive gaze.
"The room adjacent to Jimin's has been arranged per your request,i still dont feel the need for you staying here" Taehyung inquired, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. He couldn't help but wonder why Jeon felt the need to dwell under this roof.
Jeon's response was delivered with a hint of resignation, "He has an uncanny ability to entangle himself in predicaments, as today's fresh illustration." Taehyung's interest piqued, his inquiry now pressed deeper, "What transpired today? Did he come to harm?"
"You saw him " he said as a matter of factly , he came back in one piece so it should cease their worries ,he shrugged his shoulders no more interested in keeping the conversation going ,and made his way upstairs.
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Jimin changed out of his clothes to his comfy grey sweatpants and an oversized grey hoodie , his hair were wet from the shower lying carelessly above his eyes , his eye makeup gone and his cheeks and lips red . He looked nothing like the jimin that he shows to the world but he looked like a lost puppy .
"Hi , min " taehyung was by the door of his room looking at him lovingly.
"I told you tae i will talk to you later " jimin sighed .
"When exactly is this later ? Tomorrow? Day after tomorrow? A year ? Tell me min so that i can hold onto something, don't give me vague words , i am so tired " taehyung was now breathing harshly trying to control himself but couldn't.
Jimin gaze softened " Tae look at me , do you see anything that tells you i am hurt "
"What if i tell you I can't see anything that tells me you are alright " jimin looked at him flabbergasted he couldn't reply even if he wanted he don't have an answer .
Suddenly Jimin's phone went off , both of them simultaneously looked at the phone lying on the bed , flashing taemin's name .
"Lover boy is calling " jimin rolled his eyes and answered the phone .
"Hi taemin-ssi , i was about to call you , i am sorry for reacting that way it was so out of character for me , behaving so immaturely " jimin concluded with a sigh and a rub to his forehead .
Taehyung looked at him curiously trying to decipher what he was talking about after some formalities jimin said his good bye to the other.
When jimin looked up at taehyung he was staring at him intently waiting for an explanation.
"He took me out for dinner " taehyung rolled his eyes "As if i didn't tell you it was a proper dinner for you two"
"No but tae it was a date , a date which i didnt agree to he put me on the spot and then tried to kiss me so i just ran away , very immature of me I know but ..." taehyung cut his blabbering
"Jiminah its okay , you did nothing wrong, relax , if he was being too much He was being too much Thats it" taehyung took a hold of the other's face who was constantly staring down at his feet , one of his nervous habits.
"You don't have to feel sorry for anything,i love you so much , stop creating beyond perfect limitations for your self , give yourself a breather " jimin just nodded still not meeting his eyes , biting his lower lip now , nervous habit .
" I am in my room if you need me stop by , i will give you some time alone for now " and with taehyung kissed him on his forehead.
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Jeongguk was on the roofside pool , his hair wet from the swim which fell neatly over his eyes . And he was as usually smoking his cigar , a habit.
He was busy staring at the sky , the sky has cleared up after the rain , now the stars were more visible and shining brightly, the moon was in its early crescent phase and a star was just beneath it accentuating its beauty even more .
Despite the looming importance of the months ahead, he now found himself in someone else's mansion, ostensibly in the role of a guardian. The rationale behind this choice had left some of his associates curious, but it was a puzzle that would unravel in its own time.
His celestial contemplation was abruptly interrupted by the approach of a figure with a mop of golden hair. It was Jimin, Park Jimin, in his most unguarded state. The layers of makeup from earlier had faded, leaving his cheeks flushed from a bath. He clutched his diary beneath his arm and, unassuming, halted in his tracks, locking eyes with Jeongguk. The latter reciprocated the wide-eyed gaze, his own sapphire eyes gleaming through the veil of wet locks that framed his face.
Jeongguk emerged from the pool, wrapping a towel around his torso, and the sight left Jimin unintentionally spellbound. In a polite tone, Jimin addressed him with a formal "Mr. Jeon," his eyes flickering from Jeongguk's eyes to his damp, chiseled form.
"Jimin-ssi," Jeongguk responded smoothly, his eyes still locked onto the other, "To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?"
Jimin, feeling flustered, stammered, "I'm sorry; I'll just leave. I wasn't aware you were here." But Jeongguk hushed him with a mere whisper, "So what if I am here? It's your house, isn't it?"
"Mr. Jeon," he began, "I would appreciate it if you don't call me that. Since we're stuck with each other, let's make it easier."
Jeongguk looked amused as he settled into a poolside chair, inviting Jimin to join him, leaving no room for debate. He spoke with a sly smile, "Although I appreciate your assistance, I must admit that I prefer your feistier side, Princess. It keeps me on my toes."
Jimin was growing increasingly frustrated, finding it difficult to gain Jeongguk's cooperation. "Remind me, Mr. Jeon," he inquired irritably, "are you under me or am I under you?"
Jeongguk chuckled, his sapphire eyes locking onto Jimin, setting his skin ablaze. "For a CEO, your choice of words is rather lacking, Jimin-ssi. Of course, if I were interested, you would be under me, Princess." His words carried an unmistakable undertone that left Jimin flustered, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and confusion.
Feeling flustered, Jimin retorted, "If you're aware that my choice of words is bad, perhaps you should use your highly intelligent brain to understand that my sentence didn't mean what you interpreted. It's your dirty mind at work here, not mine." He stopped his tirade, his frustration evident in the flaring of his nostrils, his grip on the diary growing tighter, his face flushed with both anger and embarrassment.
Jeongguk couldn't help but find Jimin's flustered state rather endearing. He approached Jimin, who was seated and looking up at him with those captivating lashes framing his wide eyes, his blonde hair now dry.
With a soft mumble, Jeongguk confessed, "Let's just say, I love getting you worked up, Princess."
Jimin's retort was swift, but it only seemed to confirm Jeongguk's observation. "Princess my foot! One moment you say you don't find me good enough to be interested, and then..." Jimin's tongue got ahead of him, and he caught himself, regretting his choice of words.
Jeongguk's smile was not a grand one, but it held a certain charm as he held Jimin's chin, tilting his face up. Jeongguk's gaze lingered over Jimin, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Did I wound your delicate feelings, Princess?" he queried, his eyes assessing Jimin's form from head to toe.
Jimin met his gaze, momentarily caught off guard, and then retorted with a touch of arrogance, "You're fine, but you're just not my type." With that, Jeongguk released his chin and ruffled his hair, leaving Jimin to contemplate the implications of their encounter.
Jimin found himself momentarily stunned as he watched Jeongguk walk away. It was as if the Jimin he had tried so hard to conceal had resurfaced, the one who could only react this way due to his wounded pride.
Shaking himself from his reverie, he glanced at the ashtray nearby, his distaste for smoking evident. He opened his diary and let out a sigh, trying to regain his composure and focus on the task at hand.
"Dear diary ,
It was a long day , but first and foremost AGHHH I HATE THAT JEON ....
Hey just popping in here to tell you all that soon enough the story will get on track , please be patient with me , everything is very important for the story I can't just jump to the main parts. Heat 🫦is on its way .
Votes are appreciated
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