Promise

Eleventh Floor

Namjoon opened the car door for the little girl. She ran inside the house as soon as her mother unlocked the door. Gyeoul didn't seem in better mood than the little one.

Namjoon usually picked them up after work. He had a job on his own so he didn't do this everyday. Gyeoul refused his offer at first. She had been burden to him. But he insisted.

"What happened to her?" He asked.

Gyeoul pretended not to hear his question and stuffed the groceries into the fridge.
Momo was disappointed. She was pouting and throwing shoes to the rack.

Namjoon ruffled her hair gently, "Momo, you seem sad.." Namjoon saw the little girl was not in good spirit as usual. She boasting about meeting a new friend in her mother office the day before. And this morning she was also saying she will visit him again, "How is your new friend?" He asked.

"He is not there.." She said sadly, "I don't think he want to be my friend..."

"Of course he wanna be your friend. Why wouldn't he, you are very cute."

"He is not in eleven floor.. He promised i could play inside his office." Holding on his promise, Momo insisted to her mother to bring her to office again to play. Her mother was getting scold for bringing her again. And that uncle was not there to help her mommy.

"Eleventh floor?" Joon knew it clearly, eleventh floor was only for the direction.

"Uncle Joon, he is lying.. He said he will help my mommy.." She was forbid to enter the floor, Gyeoul talked to the receptionist but she said Mr Park already go back, "Lying is not good right, uncle Joon?" Gyeoul heart was ached to hear Momo's words.

She shouldn't believe him, now he made a promise to Momo and denied them if he had no intention to keep the promise, why would he say such a thing to a little girl.

"Don't worry. Uncle is here, i will help your mommy!" Joon lifted her to his lap. She was small and cute.

"Uncle Joon is the best!" She chanted. Kissing his face.

"Now, go and bath. I will help mommy to make dinner." Putting her down, he held her hand and led her to her own bedroom.

"Okay, uncle."

Gyeoul washed the vegetables. She was about to make kimchi fried rice and some chicken ball for Momo. Namjoon helped her.

"The person Momo talked earlier.Is it Jimin?"
He asked.

"Yes.." The light on his eyes when he talked to Momo was very different with when he saw her. It was cold and chill. Unlike the person she loves years ago.

"He approached her?"  Namjoon was sure Jimin want nothing to do with them.

"I don't know.. they just meet there.." She missed him, "He.." He was changed.. He wasn't the same person anymore, "Joon.. can you give me his phone number?" Could they talk? Or .. giving a chance for their family.

For Momo.. What was she thinking...?

"I'm sorry. I can't give you his number without his consent." He couldn't cross this line even if he wanted to give the number.. Seeing her sad was also made him felt bad.

"Here is his number." Jimin can scold him later. The worst he might cut his work.

"Thank you..."
After putting Momo to bed. Gyeoul searched for Park Jimin on the internet. Today she just found out Jimin was the CEO in the company she works. She was only work in administration her works had nothing connected to him so she had no idea. There was so many news popped out.

The most recent one was he date an actress. She always knew Jimin was from wealthy family. It was unimaginable, the influence he had now and back then. Almost look like she engaged to different person. There was many gossip about him and different woman from time to time. The world they lived, couldn't be compare. She was only.. her.. She isn't worthy of him..

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Few weeks later

"Engagement announcement?" Jimin poured the coffee to your cup. You just went down from the second floor. Joining him in the dining room. Having breakfast.

You were staying at his place last night. Since your parents didn't let you two live together the two of you had sleep over, sometimes he stayed in your apartment , sometimes you sleep in his place.

"Since your parents already give us blessing, i should seize this opportunity to officially make you mine." You were whining about the gossip about him and the other actress was never stop. Media likes to stir the news.

This was also could be use to shut them.
Jimin pulled you to his lap, "This is serious, Y/n.." He didn't want to expose you to the media too early. However the news about it would never stop and it bothered you.

"There is no turning back.. Once they know we are together.. They will dig everything about you.." All he wanted was to protect you. He lived in this kind of circle, he had to accept it. But he had a chance to keep you safe from everyone eyes. One day he will introduce you to the world.

At that time, it should be when he about to marry you, "Your life won't be fully yours anymore.. You will live in the spot light." As much as he didn't want you to, the choice was all yours. He will protect you as much as he can.

"Hmm.. let me think about it.." You circled your arms around him, "After that everyone will know you are mine?"

"Without they know, I'm still all yours, baby girl.." Jimin pressed his forehead on yours.

"Right.." You giggled, "Are you going to office today?"

"Yes." "Should i drop you to college?" He asked, sipping his coffee.

"It's okay.. I'll go with Mr Lee." You moved to another chair and ate your breakfast. He was strict about your meal. He didn't let you do ridiculous diet or eat too much junk food.

Jimin frowned to see unknown number calling his phone. His private phone with small amounts of people who know it.

"J.. jimin.." The woman sob on the phone, "Help us, please?" She cried, "Momo.. she.. she.. Namjoon isn't here.." Without telling who she was, Jimin still remember her voice.

"What happened? Where are you now?" Hearing his daughter name being mentioned, his heart weaken. The woman in the phone was stuttering, he couldn't hear her clearly,

"Stay where you are. I'll be there, my people will contact you soon." Jimin hurriedly taking his coat. You. He stopped his movements, battling inside his heart, "I have to go.."