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Making plans meeting people

Jimin contacted the agency Hobi gave him the number off and arranged a meeting for that morning at eleven.
He sat drinking coffee his eyes still going to the envelope, he sighed then picking it up he drew out the contents. One was a sheet of paper the other was a small envelope with his fathers name in it.
Frowning he read the sheet of paper.
Dear Jimin,
That's not what I used to call you right? I know you probably hate everything about me and I don't blame you. All the years I was an awful father to you beating you unnecessarily, calling you a murderer because of your mother, none of it was right.
I can't even beg your forgiveness I don't deserve it. Your mother would have been horrified at the way I treated you, she was the kindest most living woman to exist and I loved her with all my heart and soul when she died I put all the blame on you. All our plans for the future gone , in my demented brain it seemed logical to blame you.
I found the enclosed letter in your mothers hospital suitcase, a case I never touched after she died, I didn't want to be reminded it was the last time she used it. It would probably have never been seen if I hadn't dropped the case whilst trying to put it away in the loft and the catch broke .
I saw the letter which explained it all how she knew she was seriously Ill before she got pregnant, how she was determined to give me part of her before she left me, knowing she was past the stage of survival , she didn't want me to be alone, that gift she gave me, I treated with so much hate when it was made out of love. I ask for yours and her forgiveness even though I don't deserve it. I have made the home you hated into a brighter place in the hope you come back one day, I asked your friends your favourite colours and used them accordingly I hope the bad memories will be overtaken by good.
My lawyer will tell you the details but along with the house there is an amount of cash. I also have given the key if a safety deposit box to my lawyer who will place my ashes there. I do not deserve a resting place unless you can forgive me so until that time if ever leave me there. If your heart finds forgiveness please put me with your mother so we can be together again..., I understand if you don't
Fate decreed me to suffer as your mother did I go to meet her willingly to apologise for my sins
Your unworthy father.
Jimin didn't realise tears were running down his face until they dropped onto  the paper, he wiped his hand across his face then took the envelope and read what was inside
My beloved husband
How hard this is to write. I'm sorry my darling but I'm going to be leaving you soon but you won't be alone you'll have our child he/she will be a part of me to keep with you so love them as much as you have loved me.
I found out I had terminal cancer before I got pregnant, I wanted to leave my gift a baby with you and despite the odds I got pregnant . All the times I was sick you put down to the baby and I told the doctors not to tell you.
I didn't want chemo or medication even before pregnancy, so I wasn't going to have it whilst pregnant, I wanted to give our child a good start in life as I know mine is ending.
When you read this my darling don't think badly of me, it was already a terminal illness medication would have only prolonged my life by months . Our baby is a testament to our live so live them daily, talk about me , about us and tell them they are a gift . I hope I get to see our baby when they are born but I have a feeling that may not be the case so you will have to be strong darling and be a mother and father to them
Always your loving wife xxx
Sobs echoed through the room , for a life lost, a ruined childhood and two people in pain because of that loss .
He imagined what it could have been like his mother and father smiling happily as they played with their child, instead of the hurt dead hearts who couldn't survive together in the same room , he couldn't remember ever seeing his father smile.
Once the crying stopped he washed his face touching up his reddened eyes and wearing tinted glasses.
He was about to call a taxi when he remembered seeing car keys on a hook , taking them he went to the garage opening the shutter he saw a black bmw, checking the key worked he opened the door finding an envelope on the seat. Inside were all the car documents registered in Jimin's name.
A pang went through him at how his father had tried to make good.
Getting in the car he put the address in the sat nav and drove off.
He came to a tall building ,going in he found the agent waiting for him.
"This way sir easier by lift,"
The doors were about to close when a voice Jimin recognised yelled," hold the door please!"
Hobi's cheerful face appeared with someone next to him.
"Hi Jimin you came! Oh This is my boss Mr Jeon,"
Jimin was about to shake hands when he saw who it was.
"Hey Jungkook!"
"Jimin?"
"Er you two know each other?" Hobi asked
"We met on the plane," Jimin said
"Small world isn't it, you here looking for a job ?"
"No actually I'm going to rent some space for my consultancy "
"Your consultancy?"
"Mmhhm."
"I have my business here too ."
"Yes Hobi mentioned , I've come to see the space,"
Jungkook nodded turning to the agent he said," I hope things are suitable for him."
The agent nodded ," yes sir Mr Jeon"
"Oh do you rent from them too," Jimin asked smiling.
"Er no...., I own the building and let the agency rent out free space,"
"You do?!?!" Hobi and Jimin said together
Jungkook raised his eyebrows at Hobi ," your my PA and you don't know this?"
"I'm not nosy," Hobi said hearing a snort of laughter from Jimin.
The lift pinged and the agent stepped out gesturing to Jimin to follow.
"Bye Hobi......Jungkook,"
Hobi waved furiously while Jungkook just stared at the smaller male a possessive look in his eyes making Jimin blush.
Jimin was shown around and was impressed, he asked many questions and the answers he received were favourable. It ended with Jimin signing the deal before leaving, his head filled with plans and thoughts of the handsome male who owned the building.
Said male was wondering if Jimin had been crying his eyes looked red, dismissing the thought he got on with work.