Till death do us part [ j.jk × p.jm ]

chapter 07

Namjoon left the meeting room, his mind swirling with a mix of relief and uncertainty. He hoped Jimin would consider the proposed changes, but deep down, he knew it wasn't going to be an easy transition. As he walked back to his office, Vicky approached him, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

"How did it go?" she asked softly.

Namjoon sighed. "It went better than expected. Jimin seemed open to considering the changes, but I could sense his resistance. This won't be a smooth road ahead."

Vicky nodded understandingly. "At least he didn't storm out this time. Progress, right?"

Namjoon managed a small smile. "Indeed, progress indeed."

Jimin stood amidst the bustling street, the vibrant cityscape surrounding him. He found himself in the heart of a foreign city, far from the familiar confines of his design studio. The rhythm of life pulsated around him, each step echoing a symphony of hurried footsteps and distant chatter.

Lost in thought, Jimin navigated through the labyrinth of streets until he stumbled upon a small art gallery tucked away in an alley. The allure of creativity drew him in. He entered the gallery, greeted by a mosaic of colors and textures that adorned the walls.

As he meandered through the exhibits, each piece of art whispered a story, invoking emotions he had long buried beneath the weight of his own creative struggles. His eyes fixated on a particular painting-a fusion of bold strokes and subtle hues that seemed to dance across the canvas.

A soft voice broke his reverie. "Do you like it?"

Jimin turned to find the artist, a young woman with a gentle smile adorning her face, her eyes mirroring the depth of her creations.

"It's captivating," Jimin replied, his voice laced with genuine admiration. "The emotions it evokes... it's breathtaking."

The artist's smile widened. "Thank you. I'm Hwang Ye-Ji," she introduced herself, extending her hand.

"Park Jimin," he reciprocated, shaking her hand with a hint of intrigue.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, transcending the barriers of their respective art forms. Ye-ji shared anecdotes about her creative process, her passion palpable in every word. Jimin found himself drawn to her unbridled enthusiasm and unwavering dedication to her craft.

As they conversed, a new perspective emerged within Jimin-a revelation sparked by Ye-ji's unwavering authenticity. He realized that in the pursuit of commercial success, he had veered away from the raw essence of his artistry, trading innovation for familiarity.

Their exchange inspired Jimin in ways he hadn't anticipated. He saw glimpses of his former self in Ye-ji's unwavering commitment to genuine expression. Her artistry ignited a dormant flame within him, stirring a longing for creative liberation.

Before bidding farewell, Ye-ji handed Jimin a small sketchbook. "For when inspiration strikes," she said with a knowing smile.

Jimin stepped out of the gallery, the cityscape now painted with newfound colors of possibility. His mind buzzed with ideas, a newfound fervor for experimentation bubbling within him. He traced the streets with a renewed purpose, eager to return to his studio and let his creativity flow freely once more.

Mr. and Mrs. Park, esteemed figures in the fashion industry, and Mr. and Mrs. Jeon, prominent tech innovators, found themselves on joint business trip. While initially focused on their professional endeavors, an unforeseen connection blossomed between them amidst their hectic schedules.

During a dinner event organized by the collaborating companies, the four parents found themselves seated together, exchanging pleasantries that quickly transitioned into engaging conversation.