Till death do us part [ j.jk × p.jm ]

chapter- 36

The soft hum of the blender filled the kitchen, a stark contrast to the tension simmering beneath the surface. Namjoon leaned against the counter, his brow furrowed in thought, as he watched Jimin pace back and forth. The remnants of their earlier conversation hung in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst.

"First your studio was destroyed, and now this," Namjoon mused aloud, his voice carrying a weight of concern. "Someone must be behind it."

Jimin paused, his eyes narrowing in confusion. "Anyone? But I don't have any enemies," he protested, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and bewilderment.

Namjoon shrugged, his eyes never leaving Jimin's face. "You never know... What if it's someone from work?" he suggested, his tone measured but insistent.

"Sure," Jimin muttered, though doubt lingered in his mind. He resumed pacing, his steps echoing softly in the kitchen.

Namjoon continued, undeterred by Jimin's skepticism. "And what about Jungkook? How did he react?" he asked, his curiosity evident as he began mixing the fruit in the blender.

Jimin stopped in his tracks, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "I don't know what the hell is going on with him," he admitted, his voice heavy with exasperation. "He's forbidding me to hang out with my friend!" He shook his head, the absurdity of the situation weighing on him. "He even started calling himself my husband!"

Namjoon's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really?" he asked, his tone a mix of disbelief and curiosity.

"Yeah. Ridiculous, right?" Jimin chuckled, though there was little humor in his voice. He reached for a strawberry from the bowl of fruit Namjoon was preparing, popping it into his mouth.

Namjoon turned off the blender, the room falling into a heavy silence. "Jimin, this isn't just about jealousy or control," he said quietly, his voice steady. "There's something deeper at play here."

Jimin looked up, meeting Namjoon's gaze. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I mean, think about it," Namjoon continued, his eyes locked on Jimin's. "Your studio was destroyed. Now there are these rumors and photographs. Someone is targeting you, trying to destabilize you."

Jimin's mind raced, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place. "But who would do that?" he asked, his voice tinged with desperation. "And why?"

Namjoon sighed, running a hand through his hair. "That's what we need to figure out," he said softly. "But you need to be careful. This isn't just about you anymore. It's about your career, your reputation... and maybe even your safety."

As the camera focused on Jimin, he met the journalist's gaze with a steady resolve, prepared to face whatever questions came his way.

"Jimin, thank you for joining us," the journalist said, his tone both professional and inquisitive. "Let's start with the photograph that has captured the public's attention. Can you clarify the nature of your relationship with Kai?"

Jimin nodded, his expression calm but determined. "Kai is a dear friend whom I've known for many years. The photograph merely captured a moment of camaraderie between friends. Any insinuation of a romantic involvement is entirely unfounded."

The journalist nodded, jotting down notes as Jimin spoke. "Understood. Now, turning to another topic, there have been rumors circulating about your relationship with Jungkook. Can you address those rumors?"