Taste Of Fate|| Yoonmin

||Two||

Jimin had become an indispensable part of YG Culinary. His innovative spirit and unwavering passion had breathed new life into the company. Yoongi, against his own expectations, found himself relying on Jimin’s intuition more than his own cold logic. They were an unlikely pair, the ice and the fire, yet their collaboration was nothing short of magic.
However, beneath the surface of their burgeoning partnership, a storm was brewing. Yoongi’s father, the formidable Chairman Min, had always been a looming presence in his son’s life. A traditional man with a rigid view of the world, he had planned Yoongi’s life down to the smallest detail. Marriage had been one of those plans, a strategic alliance designed to further strengthen the family's empire.
The woman chosen for Yoongi was the epitome of the ideal Korean daughter-in-law: elegant, refined, and from a family of considerable wealth and influence. Her name was Chaeyoung, and she was everything Yoongi was not. Where he was impulsive and passionate, she was cautious and calculated. Where he thrived on chaos, she craved order.
Yoongi had always been a dutiful son, but the prospect of marrying a woman he didn’t love filled him with dread. Yet, he had suppressed his feelings, believing it was his duty to fulfill his father’s wishes. The emergence of Jimin, with his vibrant personality and undeniable talent, had shaken the foundations of Yoongi’s carefully constructed world.
One evening, as they stood side by side, watching the city lights from the rooftop terrace of the restaurant, Yoongi felt a surge of vulnerability. He turned to Jimin, his eyes filled with a complexity Jimin had never seen before.
“I have something to tell you,” Yoongi began, his voice barely a whisper. Jimin's heart skipped a beat. He had sensed a growing distance between them lately, but nothing could have prepared him for what was to come.
Yoongi took a deep breath. “My father... he’s arranged a marriage for me.”
The words hung heavy in the air. Jimin felt a cold dread creeping into his heart. He had known that Yoongi was different from other men, but he hadn’t realized just how different. And now, the possibility of losing him was more terrifying than anything he could imagine.
Jimin's mind raced. How could he compete with a carefully orchestrated alliance? How could he, a mere chef, stand against the formidable Min family? The weight of the world seemed to rest on his shoulders.
As the city lights twinkled below them, casting a romantic glow on their faces, neither of them could have imagined the storm that was about to engulf their world.