FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU PARK JIMIN || JIKOOK

♡13. The Tension Between Them♡

"Jimin Hyung?"

Jimin stopped in his tracks as he was heading toward the parking area, twirling on his toes like a fairy. He looked ethereal under the sunset-his pink hair blowing softly across his forehead, crescent-shaped eyes glowing, and his plump, pink lips slightly parted. His bare face added an innocent beauty to his whole presence.

"I-uh, my keys... I left my bike keys in the locker. I'll go get them," Jungkook stuttered before quickly turning on his heels, not giving Jimin a chance to respond.

"What happened to that jerk now?" Jimin pouted, shrugging it off, and continued twirling happily toward the parking area.

Meanwhile, Jungkook hid behind the corridor wall, his heart pounding and his breathing unsteady.

"What was that?" Jungkook breathed heavily, patting his chest. He felt as if being too close to Jimin might overwhelm him. His skin tingled at the memory of Jimin's bare thighs, which he had seen just minutes ago. The urge to touch him haunted Jungkook, and the thought scared him. Why was Jimin constantly on his mind? Was it hormones? He had no idea.

"Calm down man, relax." Jungkook tried to calm himself down for a while and slowly peeked around the corner. There, he saw Jimin. His Jimin. He was sitting on his motorbike, looking like a kitten riding a bike.

Jimin's chubby little hands were playfully twisting the throttle, and he struggled to reach the pedals with his toes, making it impossible to start the engine. His pinkish, pouty lips were mimicking race-car noises as he pretended to race.

Jungkook couldn't tear his eyes away, silently admiring Jimin's cuteness.

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It was a huge royal palace, and many media outlets were gathered outside the gates despite the rain, eager to capture the funeral of the late Park Bo-Gum, the President of the Business World. The Parks were a big deal in South Korea, holding power over the country's economic and political landscape, Like they are the deciding authority of who will be their President for the country. Their influence determined who could start businesses and even who could become competitors. It all began with a small import-export gold trade started by Park Henderson, which evolved under his son, Park Bo-Gum, into a vast enterprise involving petroleum and diesel platforms across the city. Park Bo-Gum later expanded the business to include car engines and tools, eventually acquiring many startup companies under their brand name, The Parks.

Park Nam-Min, the son of Park Bo-Gum, developed an interest in aircraft, launching a line of private planes for VIPs and celebrities. He was also South Korea's most handsome and eligible bachelor. With his striking blue eyes and good physique, he was the subject of admiration and rumors alike. Speculation about his temper and his rumored homosexuality-illegal in South Korea-fuelled scandals. These rumors, along with some controversies from his twenties, kept the public interested.

A man in a black suit knocked nervously at a black door. With a Hesitant, he entered and bowed deeply, too afraid to look directly at the man inside.

"My Grace, everyone is waiting for your presence," the man said, sweating as he smelled smoke. He peeked up to see Park Nam-Min's tall and broad-shouldered, standing half-naked in black pants. One hand held a glass of whiskey, while the other played a melody on a gramophone. The scene felt more like a celebration than a time of mourning. Fortunately for the man, Park Nam-Min's back was to him, facing the wall.

"I'm sick of this drama, Jun-Su. Throw him away and leave me alone," Park Nam-Min ordered, sounding bored. Though he was clearly high on his drugs, b he was conscious enough to know what is happening around him.