~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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Yoongi stepped into the grand living room of the Min mansion, where both his parents were already seated. His father, Min Taejun, sat with his usual stern expression, while his mother, Mrs. Min, had a neutral but expectant look on her face.
Yoongi sighed and took a seat across from them, already sensing that this conversation wouldn't be pleasant.
"Where have you been for the past two days?" His father's voice was firm, leaving no room for nonsense.
Yoongi leaned back in his seat, keeping his expression calm. "I was with my friends."
His father scoffed, shaking his head. "Don't lie to me, Yoongi. I know you were with that boy-Jimin."
Yoongi tensed slightly at how easily his father dismissed Jimin, but he kept his face unreadable. "So what if I was?"
His father's expression darkened. "Stay away from that boy, Yoongi. He is just a worker in our house, nothing more. You're the heir to this family, and you need to start acting like it instead of wasting time with someone beneath you."
Yoongi clenched his jaw, his fingers gripping the armrest of his chair. "Jimin is not beneath me. He's more than just a worker."
His mother sighed, stepping in before the argument escalated further. "Yoongi, your father and I have made a decision. You're going to Los Angeles."
Yoongi's head snapped toward her, eyes narrowing. "What?"
His father nodded. "We have a branch there, and it's time you took responsibility. You'll be staying in LA for a year to handle the company."
Yoongi's breath hitched slightly. A whole year? Away from Jimin?
His mother placed a hand on his father's arm before turning to him. "It's for your future, Yoongi. You can't ignore your duties forever."
Yoongi let out a bitter chuckle, running a hand through his hair. "So you just decided this without even talking to me?"
His father's expression remained cold. "There was nothing to discuss. You leave next week."
Yoongi felt anger bubbling inside him, but he forced himself to stay calm. He wanted to argue, to fight back, but he knew his father was not someone who changed his decisions easily.
A year away from Jimin... Could he really do that?
Yoongi's grip on the armrest tightened, his knuckles turning white as he glared at his father.
"I'm not going," he stated firmly. "If you want me to handle the company, I'll do it from here. There's no reason for me to go to Los Angeles."
His father's jaw tightened, but his expression remained cold. "You don't get to make that decision, Yoongi. This is about your future, about our family's reputation and business."
