At his mercy || BTS PJM Ft JJK

Chapter 23

"Mom! I never asked you to set me up with her! Why did you do it?" Jimin's face contorted with annoyance, a deep groan escaping his lips. The prospect of a blind date with an unknown girl held no appeal for him at this moment.

"I don't care. I have spoken with Kim Miyeon and arranged this meetup specifically for you. You have no idea how busy she is. Men die for her and you say these stupid things. Go and meet her, talk with her. Who knows you might even like her. Seems like she is interested in you that's why she has canceled her upcoming shows just to meet you" Mrs. Park asserted with an air of determination, insisting that he meet Kim Miyeon, someone he had no interest in whatsoever.

Jimin, visibly tense, rolled his eyes in an attempt to maintain control of the situation. "Mom, I said I'm not-"

"No No! You have to meet her that's my final word," she stubbornly remarked, walking away and slamming the door shut before he could protest further. Left alone, Jimin sighed, squeezing his forehead with disappointment.

His gaze wandered to the left, where a photo lay on top of his desk. He picked it up, studying it carefully. The girl in the picture was undeniably beautiful, with long, shiny black hair framing a V-shaped face. Plump lips and alluring brown eyes completed her captivating features.

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You closed your right eye and scrutinized the paper, squinting cutely with your left eye to check if the design matched the wall. Suddenly, a firm grip on your hand made you gasp, panic washing over your face until you saw Jimin gently holding your wrist.

"Let's go," he says pulling you but you halt him and hold his hand that is tightly gripping your wrist.

"Where?" you ask wondering the sudden hurried steps of Jimin. You couldn't help but wonder the worst scenario, what if he is planning to send you back?

"It's just a favor. I need you to help me pick out a girl's dress as a gift," Jimin explained, a hint of desperation in his voice.

You pondered for a moment before nodding slightly, and Jimin's smile lit up the room. Your gaze shifted to his hand firmly holding your wrist. Jimin caught your glance and promptly released your wrist.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

You nodded in acknowledgment as you walked past him.

As you stepped into the luxurious clothing store with Jimin, the opulence of the surroundings overwhelmed your senses. The golden lighting accentuated the gleaming marble floors, and racks of clothes showcasing various designs adorned the space. The sheer grandeur of the place was a stark contrast to your humble background, you couldn't imagine owning such clothes from this palace.

"Come here," Jimin takes your hand and guides you to a private longue A sophisticated woman, impeccably dressed in the epitome of style, joined your company. Jimin's hand in yours, he leads you to a plush couch, he makes you sit on the couch and turns to the girl. You sat silently feeling a mix of awe and discomfort. The fear of inadvertently staining the luxurious couch nagged at you, making you fold your legs carefully.

"Bring the top brand and something that would fit her," he points to you. With a nod, she gracefully left and returned shortly accompanied by a team of assistants, each carrying an array of shimmering dresses. The fabrics sparkled, and the designs were beyond anything you had ever imagined. Jimin, with a reassuring look, motioned for you to follow them.

Standing beside the poised woman, you felt her assessing your figure, trying to discern what would suit you best. She selected a one-piece gown that seemed to defy the laws of elegance. The dress, flowing and reaching down to your ankles, looked like a cascade of stardust. Its shimmering fabric reflected the ambient light, creating an ethereal glow.