~Park Jimin~ "A 22-year-old boy residing in a modest village nestled in Busan, shares his home with his devoted mother, their lives coloured by the stark realities of poverty."
~Min Yoongi~ "In the heart of South Korea, Min Yoongi was not a typical...
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After finishing his dinner, it was around 10 p.m. Jimin decided to take a walk around the mansion’s garden. Since it was a warm night with a cool breeze, he thought it would be nice to relax for a bit before heading to sleep.
As he stepped out of his cottage and walked toward the main mansion, he couldn’t help but admire the beauty of the place.
The entire estate was grand, surrounded by high walls that gave it a sense of exclusivity.
The garden was massive, filled with neatly trimmed hedges, colorful flowers, and elegant stone pathways.
Soft lights illuminated the area, making it look like something out of a fairytale.
A few meters away, he noticed a large swimming pool reflecting the lights of the mansion. The water was still, giving the place a peaceful atmosphere.
Near the pool, there was a well-maintained gymnasium, and further down, a spacious parking area where several luxury cars were neatly lined up.
Jimin exhaled in awe. This place is really something else…
He found a wooden bench near a beautifully arranged flower bed and sat down. The quietness of the place was soothing. The only sounds were the occasional chirping of crickets and the gentle rustling of leaves in the night breeze.
Leaning back, Jimin stared up at the dark sky, dotted with stars. He thought about how much his life had changed in just a few days. From struggling to find a job to suddenly living in such a grand place—it still felt surreal.
This isn’t my home, he reminded himself. I’m just a caretaker here.
Yet, despite that, there was something comforting about being here. The warmth of Grandma’s kindness, the peaceful environment—it all made him feel a little less lonely.
With a small smile, he pulled his knees up to his chest and continued gazing at the stars, letting himself enjoy the moment of peace.
Jimin was so lost in his thoughts, staring at the stars, that he didn’t notice someone standing behind him.
A sudden tap on his shoulder made him flinch.
“Hey, who are you?”
Jimin turned around, and the moment his eyes met the familiar cold, dark gaze, his soul nearly left his body.
"Y-Yoongi h-hyung?" he stuttered, blinking rapidly, unsure if he was hallucinating.
Yoongi's eyes narrowed as he looked at Jimin with suspicion. His expression was unreadable, his voice flat and emotionless.
The moment Yoongi saw Jimin sitting there in his mansion’s garden, he was completely taken aback. What the hell is he doing here?
For a second, he thought he was imagining things, but when Jimin turned around, looking just as shocked as him, he knew this was real.
