Unspoken Ties

Chapter-15 Falling into silence

Edited version 🖤

Meanwhile…

The grand doors of the luxurious hotel swung open, revealing a striking figure clad in all black. His entrance was effortless, commanding attention without a single word. A sleek black suitcase rolled behind him in one hand, while a smaller leather bag rested against his waist. His posture exuded confidence, an unbothered ease, as though the world itself bowed to his presence.

Dark brown locks fell messily over his forehead, only to be brushed back in one elegant motion. Even that simple gesture seemed deliberate, practiced—something that could make hearts stutter without effort.

As he walked, someone passing by greeted him, and with the air of a man accustomed to both power and courtesy, he gave a small bow in return, his lips curving into a faint yet enchanting smile. The onlookers stood frozen, their gazes shamelessly following him.

Why wouldn’t they stare?

His beauty was almost intimidating—sharp jawline, flawless skin, and those dark, unreadable eyes hidden behind his sleek sunglasses. His aura was magnetic, a pull that made it impossible to look away.

But did he care?

Hell no.

Park Jimin was used to the attention, used to the admiration and the lingering, lustful gazes. It was nothing new, nothing out of the ordinary. He barely spared them a second glance as he made his way toward the reception desk.

"Hello, sir! How may I help you?"

The receptionist greeted him with the utmost professionalism, yet the slight tremble in her voice betrayed her internal struggle. Her heart was racing at the sight of him, and Jimin knew it. He had seen that look countless times before—the mixture of awe and nervousness.

A smirk ghosted over his lips as he leaned slightly forward.

"Hotels are meant for staying, aren’t they?" His voice was smooth, playful. "So, I believe there should be a reservation under the name Park Jimin."

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The receptionist’s face turned a faint shade of red at his teasing tone.

"Ah—y-yes, let me check, sir!" she stammered, quickly scanning through the system.

Jimin tapped his fingers lightly on the counter, waiting with an air of lazy amusement. A hint of mischief danced in his eyes, though hidden behind his shades.

Finally, the receptionist found the booking and quickly straightened up.

"Room No. 105, reserved under Mr. Park Jimin. Here is your key, sir. Have a pleasant stay!"

Jimin took the key between his fingers, nodding with a small, polite smile before turning away. The moment he left, the receptionist clutched her chest, her heart still hammering against her ribcage.

"Damn, man. His presence is so effective," she muttered under her breath.

Shaking her head, she slapped her own forehead, trying to rid herself of the thoughts flooding her mind. But could she really?

Jimin stepped into the elevator, leaning against the back wall as the doors slid shut. His composed expression faltered, replaced by something more subdued—exhaustion, maybe. He glanced at his watch and clicked his tongue. Late again.

When the elevator chimed, he stepped out, his strides purposeful as he made his way down the quiet hallway. His mind was already on the meeting ahead, running through the points he needed to address.