Let me Love you | TK

Chapter: 47

^He can't be real. It's just we all are dreaming about the same angel.

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Author's POV:

Taehyung was perched at the edge of the plush guestroom bed, cross-legged, a blanket draped over his lap as he twirled a thread absentmindedly. Jimin, on the other hand, was sprawled on his stomach across him, blonde's chin propped on his hands. His face was scrunched in a mix of irritation and exhaustion, words spilling out like a flood.

"I mean, who does he think he is?" Jimin's voice was rising with every word. "It's not like I haven't styled for some of the biggest names in the industry. But oh no, Mr. Min Yoongi thinks he's too cool to wear my designs. The audacity of him to think he knows what works on stage better than me."

Taehyung's brows rose in amusement as he settled against the headboard. "You mean the outfit he didn't even know was designed by you? The one he rejected because—what was it again? Oh, right; it looks like a disco ball threw up on it."

Jimin gasped, sitting upright so fast the bed creaked in protest, "Oh no. No, no, no! Just because he's your brother-in-law doesn't mean you have to defend his ridiculous opinions. What's next? Are you going to agree that orange velvet capes are the next big trend?"

Tae's lips twitched in a suppressed smile, "Well, to be fair Chim, he is an idol. He probably knows a thing or two about outfits. Maybe he had a point in stating his opinion about what he's wearing?"

"A point?" Jimin threw his hands in the air, flopping back onto the bed with an exaggerated disbelieving groan. "The only point he made was how to bruise my ego in under two minutes. Do you even know how humiliating it was? He rejected my design in front of the entire team. Not only rejected, he mocked, Tae, mocked!"

"Hyung's just blunt, he doesn't even mean half of what he says. But seriously, Chim, you've been holding onto this beef for how long now? Weeks? Months?"

"Stop it right there," Jimin interrupted, rolling on his back to glare at Tae "One lunch with him, and you're already corrupted. Look at how shamelessly you are taking his side. I can't believe this betrayal. I need a new soulmate."

Silverhead rolled his eyes at elder's dramatic antics, "It's not about sides. It's about... perspective. Did you hear him saying that? Did he say it in front of your face? Did you know the tone in which he said? Were you even present there!?"

"Perspective, my foot!" Jimin's hands flailed as he ranted, "I don't give a damn about perspectives. All I know is that he disrespected my efforts. My design came back in my hands, rejected! And everyone in the company was talking about it. It does not matter if I were present there or not. It does not justify his actions. I just can't believe Jungkook and Yoongi are brothers. These two are like polar opposites. Your husband is so polite, sweet and gentle. Meanwhile, his brother...ugh he has no sense of care for people's feelings at all!"

Taehyung's expressions softened into something more understanding, "Okay I accept what hyung said was wrong. But do you also accept that what you did at lunch was also wrong?"

Jimin sat upright, clutching a pillow to his chest, "What do you mean?"

"The way you reacted, Chim.." Younger sighed, his tone quieter, more gentle now. "You basically yelled at Yoongi hyung. He was my guest not an intruder. And most of all, Jungkook's elder brother. How was I supposed to know he's in same company and you both have this silent fight going on for a while?"

For a moment, Jimin said nothing, his lips pressing into a thin line as he considered the weight of his actions earlier in the day. Then he groaned, dragging a hand through his hair. "Fine, maybe I was... abrupt. I panicked, okay? Seeing him outside of work was bad enough, but then finding out he's family? That's next-level Bad. Heck only if I had a hint that he was a Jeon. He even has Min as his surname, how could I so much as think of the possibility of him being related to Jungkook?"