~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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The Contract is Signed, But The War Has Just Begun
Jimin signed his name with smooth precision, his hands steady despite the storm inside him. The moment the pen left the paper, the deal was sealed. He had agreed.
To work under Yoongi.
To see him every day.
To let him back into his life—professionally.
Jimin slid the contract toward Yoongi and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "I look forward to working with you, Mr. Min." His voice was sharp, distant.
Yoongi picked up the papers, scanning them briefly before placing them aside. His fingers drummed against the table, his expression unreadable.
"Likewise," he said, eyes never leaving Jimin’s face.
Jimin’s manager clapped his hands together, forcing a smile. "Great! I’m sure this collaboration will be beneficial for both sides."
Somi nodded. "We’ll finalize everything and send over the schedule for the first shoot."
Jimin stood up first, adjusting his blazer. "Then I’ll take my leave." He turned to his manager. "Let’s go."
But just as he stepped away, Yoongi’s voice stopped him.
"Jimin."
Jimin froze.
It was the second time Yoongi had said his name since he walked in.
Slowly, he turned around, his heart pounding.
Yoongi stood up too, towering slightly as he took a step closer. His eyes softened just for a moment—too quick for anyone else to notice, but Jimin saw it.
"It’s been a long time," Yoongi said, his voice lower, almost careful.
Jimin clenched his jaw.
A thousand emotions crashed into him at once.
Anger. Pain.
Love.
But instead of showing any of it, he smiled—coldly.
"Yes," he said, tilting his head slightly. "Two years."
Yoongi’s eyes flickered.
Jimin gave a mocking chuckle. "Ah, but I suppose you wouldn’t know. You were… busy."
Yoongi’s heart dropped.
Jimin turned on his heel and walked out, his footsteps echoing in the hall.
Yoongi didn’t move.
He stood there, gripping the edge of the table, feeling something tighten in his chest.
