Days turned into weeks, and Seol Min’s resolve only grew stronger. She continued with her responsibilities at K-Group, working tirelessly on the new campaign. Each interaction with Jimin left her feeling closer to understanding him, yet every time he would pull away just when she thought she was making progress.
One late evening, Seol Min was the last to leave the office, reviewing final details for a presentation. As she exited her office, she noticed Jimin’s door still slightly ajar, with a light spilling out into the hallway. It wasn’t unusual for him to stay late, but tonight, a sense of urgency tugged at her.
Against her better judgment, she stepped quietly toward his office and peered inside. She found Jimin, sitting at his desk, his face buried in his hands. His suit jacket was draped over the chair, his hair disheveled. She had never seen him look so vulnerable.
“Jimin?” she called softly, stepping inside.
He lifted his head, startled, and the hardness in his gaze returned instantly, as though he were pulling on an invisible mask. “What are you doing here, Seol Min?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” she replied, her voice gentle. “You look… tired.”
He scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t need your concern.”
Ignoring his protest, she walked over to the corner of his office where he had a small, unassuming bookshelf. Her eyes scanned the rows of neatly stacked books and personal files, but one title caught her eye: Memories of a Lost Home.
She pulled it off the shelf, noting the handwritten dedication on the inside cover: To Jimin, in memory of those we lost.
She looked up, meeting his gaze. His expression was guarded, his posture tense.
“It was a gift,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “From someone I… cared about once.”
“You don’t have to talk about it,” she replied gently. “But you don’t have to keep holding everything in, either.”
He stood abruptly, crossing the room to snatch the book from her hands. His movements were sharp, almost desperate, and she could see the conflict in his eyes.
“People leave, Seol Min,” he said, his tone bitter. “They lie, betray, and leave when you need them most. That’s the reality.”
Her heart ached at his words, at the pain she could feel underlying each syllable. “Not everyone is like that, Jimin.”
“Don’t fool yourself,” he retorted, his voice filled with a sorrow he didn’t want to admit. “You don’t know what it’s like to live every day wondering who’s going to walk away next.”
Before she could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway. A figure appeared in the doorway—a tall, elegant woman with sharp features and an air of authority. She looked as though she had walked out of Jimin’s past.
“Jimin,” the woman said, her tone dripping with familiarity. “It’s been a while.”
He froze, his face going pale as he recognized her. “Hyejin?”
“Yes,” she said, her smile as cold as ice. “I came back. Surely you didn’t think I’d stay gone forever?”
Seol Min felt a strange, uncomfortable sensation at the sight of this woman, sensing a deep history between her and Jimin. There was an unspoken tension in the room, an old wound reopened.
“What do you want, Hyejin?” Jimin’s voice was cold, distant, but his hands were clenched, betraying his discomfort.
“I want to talk,” she replied smoothly, glancing at Seol Min with a barely concealed smirk. “In private.”
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Fanfiction"I don't trust you........." "Why??? What did I even did??????" This is ff of seol min and park jimin Jimin is a company CEO who is heatless because of the traumas in past he has lost all the hope to trust someone he only think women can do is give...
