💕✨ !! HOW TO NAME THIS LOVE !! 💕 ✨(Jikook)

bitterness

At aunt jinkyong's house ,
"Jimin once again wonders how he'll arrange for the Rs 25,000 he owes Jungkook. But he is determined and vows to return Jungkook's money by hook or by crook. Aunt Jinkyong scolds him yet again for getting lost in his world. Seokjin asks him what's wrong, and Jimin tells him that he met Jungkook again."

Jimin and Seokjin wandered through the market, searching for fresh vegetables. Jimin's mind, however, was preoccupied with the contrasting reactions of Uncle and Jungkook to their damaged vehicles. "Thank goodness Uncle wasn't angry," Jimin said, relief evident in his voice.

Seokjin raised an eyebrow. "You're still thinking about that?"
Jimin's expression turned bitter. "How can I forget? Jungkook threw a Rs 1000 note on my face. I'll keep it as a reminder of his insult, and I vow to make him pay for it."
Seokjin placed a calming hand on Jimin's shoulder. "Hey, calm down. It's not worth getting worked up over."
But Jimin shook him off. "You don't understand, Hyung. I need to return the Rs 25000 I owe him."
Seokjin's expression turned serious. "Jimin, we need to be realistic. You can't return that amount without a job. And finding a job here won't be easy, considering we're new to the city and have no connections."
Jimin's determination faltered for a moment before he squared his shoulders. "I'll find a way, Hyung. I have to."
Seokjin sighed. "Even if you do find a job, we're only here for a short time. It's unlikely you'll earn enough to pay back the full amount."

Jimin haggled with the vendor over the prices of the vegetables, muttering under his breath about the people of Seoul. Just then, Minsung appears, with a friendly smile on his face.
"Hey, because of a few people, the entire city gets a bad impression about Seoul," Minsung said, nodding towards the vendor. "And you're making my efforts to bring jimin to Seoul useless."
Jimin introduced Seokjin to Minsung, and the two exchanged pleasantries before Seokjin excused himself to buy some vegetables.
As Minsung and Jimin walk together, they chat amiably. Jimin couldn't help but complain about living in Seoul, and his tongue slipped as he revealed, "I need Rs 25000...".
Minsung's eyes narrowed, and he started to ask, "What's going on, Jimin? Why do you need...".
But Jimin quickly escaped, saying, "Aunt Jinkyong is waiting at home. I'll catch you later, Minsung!".
Minsung chuckled and said, "Call me whenever you need anything, okay?".
As Jimin left, Minsung couldn't help but feel happy that Jimin was in Seoul. He seemed like a great guy, and Minsung was eager to help him settle in.

As they returned from the market, Jimin and Seokjin began preparing lunch. Jimin started slicing the tomatoes, enthusiastically shouting "Same to same!" with his brother. But in an instant, his demeanor changed. He hurled the salt bottle at Seokjin, his eyes blazing.
"You know that devil of a man?" Jimin ranted, his words spilling out in a frenzy. "He's always on my mind! I swear, I'll get my revenge!"
Seokjin dodged the salt bottle, concern etched on his face. "Jimin, calm down! What's wrong?"
But Jimin's mind was elsewhere. He recalled Minsung's offer to help him, and his thoughts began to whirl. He spared the tomato, abandoning his lunch preparations.
"I need to take care of something," Jimin muttered, already racing out of the kitchen, his heart fixated on the "devil" – Jungkook

Jimin rummaged through his clothes bag, turning it upside down in his frantic search for Minsung's visiting card. Finally, his fingers closed around the card, and he hastily dialed the number.
"Hello?" a cheerful voice answered.
"This is... Minsung," Jimin said, trying to sound confident.
Minsung burst out laughing. "Haha, I think there's been a mix-up! I'm Minsung."
Jimin chuckled, feeling a bit silly. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I'm Jimin."
Minsung's laughter subsided, and he said, "I love how our thoughts match so much! What's up, Jimin?"
Jimin took a deep breath and asked, "Minsung, do you know of any job openings? I need something that pays well, and fast."
Minsung thought for a moment before responding, "Actually, I know of a cleaning staff job opening. Would you be interested?"
Jimin laughed, surprised by the offer. But then his expression turned serious. "I need a job that pays Rs 25000 in two weeks. Do you know of anything like that?"
Minsung's curiosity was piqued. "Why do you need the money so urgently, Jimin?"
Jimin hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. Minsung, sensing his unease, said, "No problem, Jimin. I'll help you out. Let's discuss the details later."