Park Jimin has always dreamed of meeting Mr. Right. A hopeless romantic at heart, he dreams of falling in love with a nice man, getting married, and having a bunch of adorable babies. Kim Taehyung, a cynical billionaire who has a grudge against Jimi...
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Park Jimin had a disappointed frown on his face as he was looking at his reflection – in a well-made light blue suit. He looks fine, good even. But good was not what Jimin was looking for. He wanted to look every bit of the stern, cold-hearted business man that was his father. The suit didn't achieve that effect. It was far from it. It looked like he was going to attend prom.
Jimin scoffed to himself.
Jimin was twenty-five, with curly, fluffy blond hair, baby-like smooth pale skin, cherubic curve of his cheek, twinkling eyes, with plump, pink lips, set in a perpetual natural pout. His height remained disappointingly average. Not that he had a problem with his looks, rather he was very proud. Jimin knew he looks alluring. But believe him when he says that it is a pain in the ass to look like a cute, sexy college freshman while attending business meetings. Not that he attended many business meetings as such. But the ones he was allowed to attend, Jimin always had a feeling that nobody took him seriously. Heck, he himself wouldn't take him seriously looking like that.
Jimin looked grimly at his reflection and decided to style his hair – get rid of those curls, slick them up with gel and push them away from his forehead. Putting on his dress shoes. Some cologne - his usual sweet, peachy mist. Final look at the mirror and he was ready. Somewhat ready.
He took his wallet, phone, a small suitcase and left his penthouse. He was going to prove his father that he could be trusted with important stuff. Definitely, his father would be furious when he found out – the thought sent a chill down Jimin's spine. He pushed the feeling aside because this was the only chance he will get. The only chance to prove that he's more than just a pretty face with pretty educational degrees to brag about.
After all, Jimin is the heir to Park Industries, the only son of Park Young Soon, a very capable heir in fact. Unfortunately, Park Young-Soon didn't trust his own son. That man trusted nobody. He was a robot. A money hungry robot – that was the only emotion he had – hunger, greed for more power and more money.
Normally back in Busan, his father had Jimin on a tight lease, watched him like a hawk. Jimin would definitely like to think that his father was over-protective. But he was smart enough to know that it wasn't the case. Jimin tried not to take it too personally that despite his hard earned degrees and his capabilities, he is just a pretty face for his father's marketing campaigns.
He hated it. He was sick of it after a few months.
Now he's in Seoul attending meetings in his father's place. Meaningless meetings. That was Park Young-Soon's way of shutting his son up. Nonetheless, he was very successful in the meetings that he was allowed to attend.
The email Jimin had received two days ago was a welcome break from the mind numbing routine. Looking over the little fact that the mail was not for him. Because his father wasn't in the country the mail was sent to the Seoul office, instead to their main office in Busan. Jimin wasn't supposed to open mails directed to his father. He was supposed to forward them to him. But he was bored and it intrigued him, forever the curious cat.
