Can't stand you, Can't live without you

Chapter 20

Jimin's POV:

I took a deep breath as I approached the grand door of the luxurious house. My heart was pounding in my chest. Meeting Wonyoung's father was making me more nervous than I had anticipated. I rang the doorbell, and within moments, the door swung open, revealing a sharply dressed butler with an air of sass.

Butler: (With a raised eyebrow) Ah, you must be Mr. Jimin. Do come in, we wouldn't want you catching a cold out there.

Jimin: (Nervously stepping inside) Thank you.

Butler: (With a smirk) Follow me, please. Master Jang Hyun Woo will be with you shortly. Try not to get lost in the splendor.

I followed the butler through a corridor that seemed to stretch on forever, adorned with elegant paintings and chandeliers. The opulence of the place only added to my anxiety.

Butler: (Glancing back at me) Nervous, are we? Don't worry, Master Jang Hyun Woo doesn't bite. Usually.

Jimin: (Trying to laugh it off) Haha, yeah, just a bit.

We arrived at a luxurious hall, more magnificent than any room I had ever seen. The butler gestured to a plush velvet cushioned chair.

Butler: Please, have a seat here. Master Jang Hyun Woo will join you soon. Try to relax, if that's possible for you.

Jimin: (Sitting down, fidgeting slightly) Thank you.

Butler: (Noticing my unease) Would you like something to drink while you wait? Tea, water, perhaps something stronger to calm those nerves?

Jimin: (Forcing a small smile) Water would be fine, thank you.

Butler: Very well. (He nods and leaves the room, his footsteps echoing in the vast hall.)

I looked around, trying to take in the luxurious surroundings while attempting to calm my racing heart. The butler's sassy remarks had done little to ease my nerves, but I appreciated his attempt at humor. I took a deep breath and waited for Wonyoung's father, hoping I would make a good impression.

The room was quiet, almost deafeningly so, with only the sound of my own heart thudding against my chest. I sat stiffly before Mr. Jung, who had just entered the room with a presence that could silence a crowd. He was built like an oak tree, broad and imposing, with a serious face that carried an air of authority. I fought the urge to shrink into my chair as I straightened up and bowed deeply, hoping to convey respect.

"Sit," he commanded, waving me to take a seat. As I did, I felt his eyes boring into me. It was like being put under a microscope; every detail of my nervousness was on display. I fidgeted, my self-consciousness bubbling up like a pot about to boil over.

"So, you're the guy that Wonyoung is seeing behind my back?" The deep resonance of his voice sent a chill down my spine. There was no mistaking the anger hidden beneath his calm exterior.

"Mr-" I stammered, but he cut me off.

"I didn't finish. What's your name?"

"P-p-park Jimin," I managed to squeak out, feeling embarrassment creep into my cheeks. Great, just great. I mentally cursed myself for being so pathetic.