Till death do us part [ j.jk × p.jm ]

chapter- 51

The aftermath of the fashion show was a whirlwind of excitement and energy, with journalists buzzing around the venue like bees to a hive. Jimin's latest collection had been a massive hit, and everyone wanted a piece of the designer, eager to get a quote, an interview, or even a fleeting comment about the night’s success. Cameras flashed, and voices filled the space, clamoring for attention, each one trying to outdo the other in their pursuit of the man behind the evening’s most talked-about event.

Vicky, Jimin’s assistant, was juggling a hundred things at once. She’d been by Jimin’s side throughout the night, helping him manage the final touches, calming his nerves, and keeping everything on schedule. But now, with the show over, and the press hungry for his attention, Jimin was nowhere to be found.

She moved quickly through the backstage area, her eyes scanning every corner. Jimin should have been here, preparing for the post-show interviews, but he had disappeared right after his final bow. The last time she’d seen him, he had been unusually pale, his hands trembling slightly as he left the stage. At first, she thought it was just nerves, the rush of the night finally catching up with him. But now, with journalists growing impatient, it was clear something was wrong.

“Jimin?” she called out, pushing through a crowd of models and stylists, hoping he was just tucked away in some corner, catching his breath. But there was no response. The backstage area was chaotic, but Jimin’s absence weighed on her. She could feel the eyes of reporters outside, waiting for their moment with him, and the pressure was mounting.

Vicky pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she scrolled through her contacts. She needed help. If anyone could find Jimin in this madness, it was Namjoon. He had been at the show with Jungkook, both of them keeping a close eye on everything. She dialed Namjoon’s number, pacing nervously as the phone rang.

“Vicky?” Namjoon’s voice came through, calm and steady, but there was an edge of concern in his tone. He had noticed something was off too.

“Namjoon, it’s about Jimin. I can’t find him anywhere. The press is everywhere, and they’re waiting for him. He’s supposed to be here for the interviews, but he just... vanished.”

Jungkook, who had been standing nearby, overheard the conversation. His sharp ears picked up on the most crucial detail—Jimin was gone.

“What do you mean he’s gone?” Jungkook’s voice cut through the air, interrupting the call. His eyes flared with sudden panic, and before Vicky could even explain, he was already pushing his way through the crowd.

"Move!" Jungkook’s voice boomed as he shoved past a group of models and stylists lingering in the backstage area. His tall frame, usually composed and in control, now moved with a frantic urgency. He pushed aside anyone who stood in his way, the polished confidence he usually carried with him replaced by raw fear. The once graceful, charming Jungkook was now driven by a singular purpose—finding Jimin.