Entangled Hearts | VMINKOOK

07.

The next day dawned bright and crisp, an ordinary school day beginning with the usual hum of students arriving. Taehyung, ever the early riser, parked his bike in its usual spot, enjoying the serenity of the parking lot before the day's chaos ensued. The gentle breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the faint scent of autumn.

As Taehyung secured his bike, he noticed the low rumble of an approaching car. He looked up to see Jimin’s sleek, black sports car making its way into the parking lot, its polished surface gleaming in the morning sunlight. Jimin drove with practiced ease, his expression one of nonchalance, as if the car was an extension of his own being.

The car came to a halt near Taehyung’s bike, the engine's purr quickly silencing as Jimin threw it into park. Without missing a beat, Jimin stepped out, adjusting his designer sunglasses and surveying the parking lot with a look of pure disdain.

Taehyung, who had just finished securing his bike, looked over with mild curiosity. He was about to head inside when Jimin approached him with an air of superiority that was hard to ignore.

“Hey, you,” Jimin called out, his voice dripping with condescension. “Move your bike. It’s blocking my spot.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, barely hiding his annoyance. “This is a public parking lot. Why should I move my bike?”

Jimin's face hardened as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of car keys, tossing them toward Taehyung. “Because I said so. And while you’re at it, clean my car. Here’s some money for your trouble.”

Taehyung caught the keys, his expression a mix of disbelief and irritation. He glanced down at the money, noting the amount—it was a generous sum, but it didn’t compensate for the disrespect in Jimin’s tone.

“Why should I clean your car?” Taehyung asked, his voice steady but laced with irritation. “You can’t just order people around like they’re your personal servants.”

Jimin’s lips curled into a smirk. “It’s simple. I’m offering you a deal. You move your bike, clean my car, and you get paid. Or you can refuse and deal with the consequences.”

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on the car keys. “Is this some kind of joke to you?”

“Not at all,” Jimin replied coolly. “Just an opportunity for you to prove you’re not completely useless.”

Taehyung’s eyes flashed with anger, but he forced himself to stay calm. “Fine. I’ll move my bike.”

With a resigned sigh, Taehyung moved his bike to a different spot, though the movement was accompanied by a visible scowl. He then approached Jimin’s car, the glossy surface of which seemed to mock him. He inserted the car keys into the ignition, preparing to move the car as instructed.

But instead of simply parking the car in a new spot, Taehyung had other plans. As Jimin walked away, confident in his little victory, Taehyung’s face hardened with determination. He turned the key in the ignition, and the engine roared to life. He didn’t just drive the car; he drove it recklessly, making wide, erratic circles in the parking lot. The tires screeched and spun, kicking up clouds of dust and dirt that clung to the sleek surface of Jimin’s car.

The noise of the engine and the sight of the car being driven in circles drew the attention of several students who gathered around, their murmurs rising into a cacophony of excitement and shock. Jimin, initially oblivious to the chaos, was soon alerted by the growing crowd. He turned around just in time to see Taehyung’s wild antics, his face turning pale with rage.

“What the hell is he doing?” Jimin shouted, rushing back toward the parking lot, his earlier confidence replaced by pure fury.

Taehyung continued his impromptu joyride, deliberately driving the car through puddles and muddy patches, ensuring the car was covered in grime and muck. The once-immaculate surface was now a mess of dirt and streaks. After what seemed like an eternity, Taehyung brought the car to a jerky halt and got out, tossing the keys back toward Jimin with a challenging look.