~Park Jimin~ "A 22-year-old boy residing in a modest village nestled in Busan, shares his home with his devoted mother, their lives coloured by the stark realities of poverty."
~Min Yoongi~ "In the heart of South Korea, Min Yoongi was not a typical...
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That night, Jimin lay on his bed, phone clutched tightly in his hands, eyes glued to the screen. He couldn't help but check his messages again, hoping for something from Yoongi-a call, a text, anything. But the screen remained stubbornly empty, and disappointment settled in his chest. Sighing, he turned over, pulling the blanket over his head.
The next morning, Jimin was still half asleep when his phone buzzed. He fumbled to pick it up, squinting at the screen. "Jihoon," he mumbled, answering the call.
"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Jihoon's cheerful voice rang through the phone. "Get ready! Ha-jun and I are coming over. We're taking you out today-full day of fun, and we'll have dinner outside too."
Jimin couldn't help but smile at his friend's enthusiasm. "Alright, I'll get ready. See you guys soon!"
A few hours later, the three of them were out and about, laughing, eating street food, and visiting all their favorite spots. It was refreshing-reminiscent of their carefree days in Paris. They clicked tons of pictures together, Jihoon insisting on capturing every fun moment.
Towards the evening, while sitting in a cozy café, Jimin decided to upload some of their pictures on social media. He posted the pictures with the caption: "Paris days back in Seoul! #reunion #besties #memories #fun"
Meanwhile, in his office, Yoongi was immersed in work, his brows furrowed as he reviewed some documents. Suddenly, his phone buzzed with a notification. Absentmindedly, he picked it up, but his attention was immediately caught by the headline: "Mr. Park Jimin, the new rising model, spotted spending quality time with friends!"
Clicking on the link, Yoongi's eyes narrowed as he saw the pictures. His jaw clenched when he saw the one where Jihoon had his arm draped over Jimin's shoulder while they laughed, another with all three of them holding ice creams, and one where Jihoon was holding Jimin close as Ha-jun photobombed them. The next one didn't help either-Jihoon was practically glued to Jimin's side, holding him close, both of them smiling brightly.
Yoongi gritted his teeth, his grip on the phone tightening. He knew he trusted Jimin-it wasn't about that. But seeing his baby laughing and being so close to another man, especially that one man Yoongi never liked, made his blood boil.
A low growl escaped his lips. Jihoon. That boy had always irked him, and now seeing him so comfortably holding Jimin, laughing with him-it was enough to make Yoongi see red. He couldn't stand it.
Slamming the phone down, he tried to focus back on his work, but his mind kept replaying those pictures. A jealous, possessive feeling gnawed at his insides.
"Why does he have to spend time with that brat?" Yoongi muttered under his breath, irritation clear in his tone.
He couldn't help but feel the need to go to Jimin right now and pull him away from that boy.
