Taehyung swallowed down his tears, "I am sorry, baby, but I'm ready to hurt anyone to make you mine and happy."
Jungkook was wiping his tears continuously while sitting inside the car. "Please don't hurt my loved ones to love me , Taehyung Hyung."
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"How was the date? He didn't reject you, right?" Mrs. Park asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and expectation.
Jimin, who had just entered the house, still hadn't removed his shoes. He looked at his mother in disbelief. How could she be asking about his date instead of where he had been all night?
He couldn't believe that she wasn't worried about him. He had expected calls from home, but instead, he had received numerous missed calls from Jin and Namjoon.
Did nobody care about him in this house?
"Won't you ask me where I was?" Jimin asked, his tone tinged with sadness.
Mrs. Park looked at him with irritation. "Does that really matter? You must have been somewhere, and you're not a kid anymore. I'm not going to worry about you," she replied dismissively.
Jimin chuckled bitterly, a hollow sound that echoed in the tense air. "Of course, I'm not a kid, but I'm still your son, am I not?" he challenged, his heart aching for a connection that felt so distant.
"Don't make a fuss out of it, Jimin. Just tell me what happened. Did you manage to convince him? You two are getting married, right? Did he give you anything at your first meeting?" Her voice was laced with curiosity and excitement, a reminder of how much she valued money and status.
"Where is Appa?" Jimin asked, deliberately ignoring her questions.
He wasn't ready to discuss this topic, especially not with his mother. He knew that if he opened up, she would manipulate him, as she always did.
"He's out of town for work," she said, settling onto the couch with her legs crossed, her expression a mix of annoyance and impatience.
Jimin removed his shoes and walked toward his room, desperate to escape the conversation.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going without answering my question? You brat!" she shouted, her voice rising in anger.
Jimin stopped and turned to face her, frustration boiling over. "Can't you just stop for a moment?" he snapped, his voice sharp.
She scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "Don't show me that attitude, Jimin. I'm your mother; I know what's best for you-"
"NO, YOU DON'T! YOU NEVER CARE ABOUT ME! YOU ONLY WANT MONEY! YOU'RE LITERALLY READY TO MARRY ME OFF TO SOMEONE RICH WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING THEM PERSONALLY! YOU DON'T EVEN WORRY ABOUT ME-"
In a flash, she dashed toward him and slapped him hard across the face. Jimin held his cheek, shock and hurt flooding through him.
"Don't you dare shout at me, you slu..... brat!" she hissed, her eyes blazing with fury.
