Bound by Colors

Chapter 2

Jimin ran into the bustling cafeteria, filled with students busy eating and chatting. His eyes searched for Jungkook, who was sitting at a corner table, engrossed in his phone. Jimin walked over, and Jungkook looked up and smiled, making Jimin's heart flutter.

"Sorry for being late," Jimin said as he sat down, slightly out of breath.

"It's okay, order something," Jungkook replied, his voice gentle.

Jimin quickly ordered, then looked at Jungkook, who was already looking at him with a warm gaze.

"What did you want to tell me?" Jungkook asked, sipping his banana milk.

"I... I want to..." Jimin stammered, feeling his courage falter.

"You go first, sunbaenim. What did you want to talk about?"

"How about becoming the president of the Art Club?" Jungkook asked, his eyes hopeful.

"Sunbaenim, you know I have a lot of part-time jobs," Jimin said, his voice tinged with regret.

"Hmmm," Jungkook nodded understandingly. Just then, the waiter brought Jimin's order and placed it in front of him.

"I'm graduating this year, and it would be good for your portfolio, so I wanted to refer you," Jungkook said, his tone earnest.

"Think about it, okay?"Jimin just sat there, overwhelmed by the offer and Jungkook's belief in him.
"Come on, eat," Jungkook said, ruffling Jimin's hair affectionately.
Jimin blushed, his heart racing. As always, Jungkook seemed unaware of how his actions affected him.

Jungkook's phone beeped, and he checked it, smiling brightly. "You know Kim Taehyung is at the university right now. He's going to give a speech in the Business Administration department. He's such a cool guy. Look," Jungkook showed him a picture on his phone.

It was the man Jimin had collided with earlier. He remembered the way Taehyung had looked at him; it made him shiver. There was something in Taehyung's eyes he couldn't quite understand.

"I really admire him," Jungkook said, his voice filled with admiration.

Jimin glanced at the phone. "Sunbaenim, I have to go. If I'm late, Aunt Lee will get mad," he said, standing up abruptly.Jungkook smiled.

"Okay, take care."Jimin hurriedly left. His life was always a rush: from university to his jobs and then back to his tiny room. His life was filled with hurry and endless responsibilities.

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Jimin was working in the café, taking orders as usual. Two men in black suits entered the café. As he handed a customer their coffee, they approached him.

"You're Jimin?" one of the men asked, his tone authoritative.

"Yes," Jimin replied, a little confused.

"Come with us. The boss wants to meet you," he said, leaving no room for argument.

"Boss? Who wants to meet me and why?" Jimin's confusion grew.

"You'll know when we get there," the man replied curtly.

"Sir, I'm working. I can't just leave," Jimin protested, but the man slid his coat aside, revealing a gun.

"Come with us," he said, glancing around the café.

Jimin's eyes widened with fear. He glanced at the customers, not wanting to cause a scene. Reluctantly, he took off his apron. "Let's go," he said quietly.

A sleek black car was waiting outside. The guard opened the door and looked at Jimin.

"Get in," he said firmly.

Jimin hesitated, weighing his options. Should he call the police? Could he escape? The guard repeated, "Get in," his tone leaving no room for defiance. Jimin looked at the guard, tall and muscular, and decided to comply.

His heart pounded as the car sped through the streets. After a while, it stopped in front of an upscale restaurant. The guard opened the door. "This way, sir," he said.

Jimin followed, his mind racing with questions. They led him to a VIP room, opulently decorated and filled with the scent of whiskey and cologne. Taehyung sat at the head of the table, his presence commanding in expensive clothes. His eyes, dark with obsession, were fixed intently on something in front of him.

The secretary guided Jimin to sit across from Taehyung. As Jimin sat down, Taehyung's intense gaze met his, making him feel incredibly self-conscious. Taehyung reached out and took Jimin's hand. Jimin flinched, but Taehyung's grip was both strong and gentle. His expression shifted from obsession to surprise as he looked at Jimin, as if seeing something new and fascinating.

"Why did you call me here?" Jimin asked, trying to keep his voice steady. A strange thought crossed his mind: Did Taehyung bring him here because of their earlier collision?

"I wanted to confirm something," Taehyung said, his voice cold and detached. He picked up a file and looked through it. "Park Jimin, 21 years old. Libra. An orphan. Works at a café and a bar." He paused and looked at Jimin, stroking his hand slowly. "You do a lot of part-time jobs."

Jimin tried to pull his hand away, but Taehyung tightened his grip. "Mr. Kim, my hand," Jimin said, his voice trembling.

Without letting go, Taehyung continued, "Come live with me. I'll give you a lot of money, more than you can earn in a year." His tone was businesslike, as if making a simple transaction.

"Mr. Kim, you had your men threaten me to come here just for this nonsense?" Jimin said, his anger rising. Taehyung's possessive behavior made him feel even more furious.

Taehyung arched an eyebrow and smirked. "You've got quite a temper." He looked directly into Jimin's eyes. "You have two options: come live with me willingly, or I'll make you live with me." He paused, letting his words sink in. "You have three days to decide."

Taehyung reached out and caressed Jimin's cheek, just below his eye. "What's the color of your eyes?" he asked, his curiosity evident.

Jimin glared at him, his eyes filled with rage. Taehyung's touchy behavior made him feel awkward and threatened.

Turning to his secretary, Taehyung ordered, "Send him back with full care."

Jimin stood up and shot a final glare at Taehyung. "I'll be waiting for your answer, Jimin," Taehyung said, his voice low and commanding.

As the secretary led Jimin out, Taehyung looked at the file and caressed it. "Monitor his every move," he commanded.

"Yes, sir," the secretary replied.

Taehyung smirked as he closed his eyes. "You're mine, Jimin," he whispered to himself, his voice filled with possessive satisfaction.