~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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It's been two days since Jimin came from yoongi's apartment his mother also came from busan today.
The moment he entered the studio, his manager smiled and approached him, holding a stunning bouquet of delicate white lilies mixed with pale pink roses. Tucked in between the petals was a shimmering envelope sealed with a golden 'M.Y.'
"For you," his manager said with a teasing smile. "Looks like someone's trying to charm our star again."
Jimin raised a brow, taking the flowers and the envelope. He opened it and his gaze fell on the elegant invitation card inside.
"Min Corporation cordially invites you to the grand launch of its new luxury jewelry brand-Min Étoile. Join us for a glamorous evening of elegance and celebration."
His eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed his own name printed in bold under the "Featured Model" section. Of course. It was the shoot he had done a few weeks back-the campaign Yoongi had personally requested him for.
So he planned this...
The party was scheduled for tomorrow night, at one of the most luxurious hotels in the city. Jimin exhaled slowly, placing the card back into the envelope before setting it down on the table.
The day went on as usual-he posed for the camera, his expressions sharp yet tired, heart not fully present. But as the evening rolled around and the sun began to set, he grabbed his bag and walked out of the studio, ready to head home.
What he didn't expect was the sight that greeted him.
Parked just outside the studio was a sleek black Mercedes, polished to perfection. Leaning casually against it, dressed in a dark fitted coat over a crisp shirt, stood Yoongi. His eyes were on the studio entrance, and in his hands was a fresh bouquet of red roses-deep, passionate, and vivid, just like the storm inside Jimin's heart.
Jimin froze in his tracks for a moment, heart skipping a beat. Yoongi looked as effortlessly handsome as ever, but today... there was something different in his expression. Something soft, desperate.
As soon as Yoongi caught sight of Jimin, he pushed off the car and began walking towards him, eyes never leaving his face.
"Jimin," he called out gently, voice laced with caution and hope.
Jimin held his breath. He wanted to turn around. He wanted to run. But his feet didn't move.
Yoongi stopped just in front of him, holding the roses out with both hands. "I thought you might still be here... I wanted to give these to you. And talk, even just a little."
Jimin looked at the flowers, then back at Yoongi's face. His expression stayed unreadable-cold, guarded. "You came here just to give me flowers?"
"I came here to see you," Yoongi said quietly. "Even if it's just for a minute."
