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Five years. Five years since Yasmin had boarded that flight from Seoul to New York, leaving behind everything familiar-including Jimin. But she hadn't left to mourn or wallow. She left to conquer, to become something bigger than the girl she had once been. And now, she had. The woman she saw in the mirror was unrecognizable from the one who had walked away, her heart fractured but resolved.
New York was hers now. It was a jungle of steel and glass, where only the strong survived, and Yasmin has harnessed its relentless energy, bending it to her will. She ruled over her domain with ruthless efficiency, every move in the business world calculated, every interaction a chess game in which she was always five steps ahead.
Her name was whispered in the hallways of corporate offices, often in awe, sometimes in fear. "The Queen of Wall Street," they called her. Her company had skyrocketed to success, and she had turned the world's most ruthless city into her playground. The penthouse she now owned was an unapologetic display of her power, towering over Manhattan like a crown on her empire.
Today was another day of domination. Her latest deal-a merger that would cement her position as an international player-was minutes away from being signed. The conference room was filled with men in tailored suits, trying to hold their own against Yasmin's cutting gaze. They didn't stand a chance.
"Let's make this clear," Yasmin said, her voice sharp enough to slice through the tension. "I'm not interested in negotiations. This is how it's going to work. You sign the contract, or I'll bury your company in lawsuits that will drain you dry."
The silence was palpable. The men glanced at each other, visibly shaken. No one dared to challenge her.
Without waiting for a response, Yasmin rose from her seat, her black designer dress hugging her frame like armor. Her heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she left the room, the sound echoing like a battle cry. She didn't look back. She didn't need to. They'd sign. They always did.
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Half a world away in Seoul, Jimin stood at the helm of his own empire. His office was perched high above the city, a fortress of glass and steel, much like him-cold, unyielding, and commanding respect without ever asking for it. He had become one of the most powerful men in South Korea, his company stretching across industries like an unstoppable force.
Jimin had earned his reputation as a cold, methodical businessman. He rarely showed emotion, and when he did, it was as carefully controlled as everything else in his life. His decisions were swift and final, and he had no tolerance for weakness. His subordinates feared him, his competitors respected him, and the media adored him.
Today, he had just finalized a hostile takeover that would crush one of his biggest rivals. The boardroom was filled with executives congratulating him, their smiles wide but fake, as they celebrated his latest victory. Jimin said nothing. He never sought validation from anyone. He simply expected results.
As he looked out over the Seoul skyline, his thoughts drifted, unbidden, to Yasmin. Five years, and he still couldn't forget her. He had tried, of course. He had dated, but no one ever measured up. No one could match his intensity, his ambition, the way she had. The only person who had ever stood on equal footing with him in both love and war was her.
Jimin's fingers drummed rhythmically on the edge of his desk. He had buried those feelings deep, locked away the part of himself that had loved her. He had built his empire without her, and he was proud of what he had accomplished. But no amount of power could erase her memory.
He wondered if Yasmin ever thought of him. He doubted it. She had always been strong, stronger than anyone he had ever known. She had probably moved on, coldly and efficiently, just as she did everything else. But the thought didn't soothe him-it burned.
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In New York, Yasmin sat in her penthouse office, high above the chaos of the city below. The sprawling skyline stretched out before her, a testament to everything she had built. She swirled a glass of whiskey in her hand, the amber liquid catching the light as she stared out at the city that had become her kingdom.
Her assistant had left hours ago, and the office was silent, save for the occasional hum of the city below. This was the time of day Yasmin hated the most-when the noise of the world quieted, and her thoughts crept in. Thoughts of Jimin.
She hated herself for it. Five years of ruthless success, five years of burying her emotions, and yet he still haunted her. She hadn't allowed herself to feel anything since the day she left. She couldn't. Feelings were a liability in her world, and Yasmin refused to be weak.
And yet...she missed him. The way they had challenged each other, the way he had understood her ambition like no one else ever could. It had been a partnership forged in fire and ambition, but it had burned too brightly, consuming them both.
Yasmin took a long sip of whiskey, the warmth doing nothing to thaw the cold she felt inside. She wondered if Jimin had changed. She had heard the stories-how he had become one of the most feared businessmen in Seoul, how his company had grown beyond anyone's expectations. She imagined him now, sitting in a glass tower like hers, surveying his empire with the same cold detachment she had mastered.
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Jimin, at that same moment, was leaning back in his chair, staring at the night sky outside his office window. His phone buzzed on the desk, but he ignored it. He didn't need distractions. His mind was elsewhere-on Yasmin, on the life they could have built together if things had been different.
He had everything he had ever wanted. He was powerful, respected, feared. But Yasmin had been the only person who had ever seen him, truly seen him for who he was beneath the ice. And now she was gone, leaving behind nothing but memories that wouldn't fade.
His assistant knocked on the door, interrupting his thoughts. "The reports you requested, sir," the man said, placing a stack of papers on his desk.
Jimin barely glanced at them. "Leave them," he said coldly, dismissing the man with a wave of his hand.
When the door closed, Jimin stood, walking to the window, his hands in his pockets. He stared out at the city, wondering if Yasmin ever looked out at New York the way he did Seoul-ruling her kingdom with an iron fist, yet still haunted by the past they shared.
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Back in New York, Yasmin glanced at her phone, a notification catching her eye. It was a business article-Jimin's face stared back at her from the screen. His latest victory, a hostile takeover that had made headlines. Of course, he was still the same. Cold. Ruthless. Perfect.
Yasmin's chest tightened, but she pushed the feeling down, swallowing it with another sip of whiskey. She had chosen this life, and she had no regrets. But still, she couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like if they had ruled the world together.
They were both heartless now, powerful beyond measure, but in the silence of their empires, the memories of each other remained.
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"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫"
"𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞"
"𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠,
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈
𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 '𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐞"
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Author's Note:
Thank you for reading! I'm sorry this chapter was really boring but next one will be really interesting. Stay tuned 🤎
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