"ThE TiEs Of DeStiNy" ~Park Jimin And The Billionaire Min Yoongi~

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Jimin sat there, still a little lost in his
thoughts, when the woman beside him spoke again.

"Grandma, I only have my mother in my life, and I love her so much," Jimin said quietly. "That's why I'm trying to find a job, but... I just don’t know anything here. Everything is new to me."

The woman smiled kindly at him. "Oh, son, don’t worry. Everything will be alright. You’re a good boy, and you’ll figure it out. But tell me, would you be willing to do something for me?"

Jimin looked at her, curious. "What, Grandma? I can do anything for you."

She nodded, her eyes bright with a thought. "Well, I’ve been looking for someone who can help me with my medicines, take me to the park every evening, and just look after me a bit. I had someone before, but she was careless sometimes. She forgot my medicine, and I forgot it too, sometimes. If you can do this for me, I’ll pay you enough for your time."

Jimin was surprised. "Grandma, I can do that, but I also study at SNU, so I’ll only be free around 4 in the evening. My university timings are from 11 to 4."

The woman didn’t seem bothered at all. "That’s not an issue, son. You can live at my house. I have a small cottage behind our mansion. You can stay there, and don’t worry, I won’t charge you anything for it."

Jimin was shocked. "What? You want me to live there?"

"Yes, son," she said with a gentle smile. "I see you’re struggling, and I want to help. I won’t ask for anything in return. You can stay in the cottage, and you can help me with the things I need."

Jimin didn’t know what to say. His heart was filled with gratitude, but he couldn’t believe what she was offering. "Grandma, why are you doing all this for me? You’re so kind, I... I don’t know what to say."

"You don’t have to say anything, son. I understand your situation better than you think," she said, her eyes softening. "You see, I was poor once too. But then, I fell in love with someone. He was very rich, but also kind-hearted. We married, and I had two sons, who are also married now and have children around your age."

Jimin’s eyes widened. "Wow, Grandma, your love story sounds amazing."

She smiled, a little sad now. "I know, son. But he’s not with me anymore. He passed away two years ago."

Jimin felt a lump in his throat. "Oh... I’m so sorry, Grandma. But, wherever he is, I’m sure he’d be happy knowing you’re doing well. And he was lucky to have such a beautiful and kind wife, right?"

The woman smiled softly, her eyes glistening with memories. "No, son, I was lucky to have him. But never mind that for now. I’ll tell you more about him another day. For now, what do you think about what I’ve offered you? Will you agree to it?"

Jimin was quiet for a moment, processing everything. "Umm, Grandma, I can’t say yes or no right now. I need a couple of days to think about it. But I will let you know in two or three days. Can you give me your phone number? I’ll call you."

The woman smiled, handing him a small piece of paper with her number on it. "Of course, son. Take your time. I understand."

Jimin took the paper and thanked her. As she smiled at him one last time, Jimin felt a sense of comfort and warmth he hadn’t expected. He wasn’t sure yet what he was going to do, but this kind woman had given him something to think about, and maybe—just maybe—her offer could be the help he needed to make things easier for both him and his mother.

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That night, Jimin lay in bed, staring at the small piece of paper with the grandma’s phone number written on it. He kept reading the digits over and over again, lost in thought.

Could this really be the answer to his problems? A safe place to live and a job that wouldn’t interfere with his studies? It almost felt too good to be true. But at the same time, grandma seemed genuine. She had been so kind to him, and her offer didn’t feel like pity—it felt like she truly wanted to help.

Jimin sighed, turning onto his side. He thought about his mother back in Busan. If he took this job, he wouldn’t have to worry about rent anymore, and he could send more money to her. That alone made it seem like the right choice. But another part of him was hesitant. Moving into a stranger’s house, even if she was kind, was a big step.

Should I ask Taehyung? he wondered.

The next day, at lunch, Jimin found Taehyung sitting in the cafeteria, happily eating a bowl of ramen. He slid into the seat across from him, still lost in his thoughts.

Taehyung looked up and immediately noticed the troubled expression on Jimin’s face. "Why do you look like you just found out exams got preponed?"

Jimin sighed. "Tae, I need your advice."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, slurping his noodles dramatically. "Oh? What is it Jimin? Did you find someone huh?"

Jimin rolled his eyes. "No, you idiot. It’s something serious."

"Okay, okay," Taehyung said, putting his chopsticks down. "Tell me."

Jimin hesitated for a second before explaining everything—his worries about his mother, meeting the grandma at the park, and the offer she made. Taehyung listened carefully, nodding along.

When Jimin finished, Taehyung leaned back in his chair, thinking. "Hmmm… so you get a job, a place to live, and a sweet old lady at the company. And your only concern is whether or not you should take it?"

Jimin sighed. "It just feels… sudden. I don’t know if it’s okay to accept something so big from someone I just met."

Taehyung tapped his chin. "I get it. But, Jimin, think about it. She offered this because she needs help too. It’s not charity—it's a job. You’ll be working for her, not freeloading. And dude, do you know how expensive rent is in Seoul? If I were you, I’d have already packed my bags and moved in."

Jimin chuckled slightly, shaking his head. "Ohh Tae, you are already a billionaire, And It’s not that simple for me to move in with someone I don't know, Tae."

"But it kind of is," Taehyung said, smirking. "If she seems kind and genuine, then why not? Plus, it’s not like you’re signing a lifetime contract. If things don’t feel right, you can always leave."

Jimin thought about it. Taehyung was right. If this could ease his burden and help his mother, maybe it was worth a try.

"You know what?" Jimin said, exhaling deeply. "I think I’ll call her tonight and tell her I’ll take the job."

Taehyung grinned. "That’s the spirit! And hey, invite me over sometime. I wanna see this mansion you’re gonna be living behind."

Jimin laughed, finally feeling a little lighter. Maybe, just maybe, things were starting to look up.