Chapter 16

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Trigger warning: SA and Racism (Not too explicit but please skip if uncomfortable)

Jimin was panicking.

They waited for their car, out of everyone's sight but unfortunately, Mr. Hoffman caught up to them... this time with paparazzi.

Hea was furious, he knew that and there was nothing he could do to stop anything from happening.

"So Mr. Hoffman," An interviewer asked. "How does it feel doing business with the spectacular couple of Korea that everyone's been talking about?"

The man laughed and Hea clenched her jaw in order to keep her harsh glare away from him.

"Well. What can I say? They are fantastic people indeed. Very hardworking."

"And what about you Ms. Hea? What do you feel working with him?"

"It's an honor." The woman gritted out while boring holes in the side of his head.

His very image angered her. She was infuriated and the only thing that kept her from dealing with the egotistical racist was the fact that Jimin was anxious, and he needed her right now.

She only prayed for Eric to reach there faster.

"And you, Mr. Park. How do you like America so far?"

"Definitely a change of scenery. But overall, it's very interesting." Jimin managed to speak despite the pounding of his heart against his ribs and the dizziness he felt from anxiety.

The reporter smiled and turned back to the camera.

"That was it folks. Mr. Hoffman with the young hot couple from Korea who are definitely stirring up a buzz! Stay tuned for more."

As the camera cut, Mr. Hoffman immediately dropped his smile and Hea raised her threatening glare towards him.

He only smirked before disappearing to another set of rich people.

As Hea pulled Jimin outside, a woman bumped into them. Causing all her champagne to spill over Jimin.

"Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed. "I am terribly sorry! Here, let me-"

Before she could bring her tissue to Jimin's chest, the man's wife held her hands.

"You don't have to do that. He's fine." Her tone was venomous.

The unfamiliar woman opened her mouth to object, but a reporter called Hea.

She turned to see the reporter who filmed them earlier and the woman requested to speak to her alone.

Now that was ridiculous. There was no way in hell Hea was about to leave Jimin here all by himself.

"Please. I won't be too long, Ma'am."

Hea politely declined, wanting to get out of there. She felt Jimin shaking, and she knew this was all too much for him.

How did the night turn out like this?

Other reporters flocked around them, desperate to speak to the couple separately.

Before she could even comprehend what was happening, Hea felt Jimin being ushered away from her tight grip, but she could do nothing, having a camera shoved in her face.

"With all due respect." Hea spoke carefully trying to get her words out respectfully. "I have no more time for your questions, and I would appreciate if you cut the questioning session of me and my husband out. If not, you will be faced with my lawyer."

The reporters bowed their heads in shame at her respectful yet harsh tone. They muttered out apologies, but the woman was long gone to search for her husband.

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