Epilogue: Never Again [P.J.M]

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*Yura's P.O.V*

I applied a thin layer of lip gloss to give my lips a nice, shiny and fresh appearance before exiting the toilet and going down to the lobby, where a limousine was waiting for Jimin and I.

Yep, we have yet another dinner to attend- Talk about pure laziness to attend these things. Suddenly, someone bumped into me, causing me to nearly lose my footing. Fortunately, this person caught me by the arm in time.

"Thank y--...." I was about to say thanks when I realized this "kind" person was Jimin, so I stopped myself and swat his hands off me.

I glared at him and stomped to the car, sitting all the way at one corner of the car whilst Jimin comfortably sat at the other, already reaching for a bag of chips arranged in a basket for us.

Everything was good until a window blind popped up in the middle of nowhere, separating us from the driver. I felt an adrenaline of panic washing over me.

"Yah! What the hell are you doing?!" I screamed. All Jimin did was chuckle lowly, propping himself on the arm rest between us. I shifted myself closer to the door, my hand creeping up to the handle.

"I'll jump out of the car if I have to!" I warned, clutching onto the handle tightly. He hummed, an unreadable smile still on his face.

"Are you scared of me?" He asked in a sweet enticing tone. I refused to reply.

"What did you talk about with Eunhye?" He asked another question.

"I don't think I should be telling you this." I finally managed to speak after much discussion with my inner soul.

"Tell me or I'll do something." He reached forward, causing me to pull at the handle. Just before the door clicked, Jimin grabbed my hand and held it tight; Each move of my muscle increases the tightness of his grip. He let go after awhile, a ring of red around my wrist that gradually vanished.

"Relax, you really think I would hurt a woman?" He smirked.

"You already did. Millions of them." I blurted out, rubbing at the ring around my wrist caused by Jimin. He didn't try anything else(surprisingly) and instead rested his hand on the arm rest.

"Fine. Stay that way." He sighed, rolling down the window blind in front of us. I shot him a look before shifting my gaze to the window. What the hell is wrong with him?

We reached the place after 45 minutes, and I walked away hurriedly from Jimin. That is, until I stopped to see a familiar man who's slightly aged. His hair was gelled up nicely, wearing a suit and of course, he was tall. He noticed me as well, and slowly walked towards me, pausing when we were a distance away. A devilish smirk grew on his face.

"Hello, you look familiar young lady."

*Jimin's P.O.V*

I hurriedly rushed up to her, only to see her standing in front of him. I slowly stood next to her, and I could see her murmuring the word:'dad..'

"Do you know my personal assistant, Mr. Park?" I asked, smiling at him. He looked at me.

"Oh, no. It's just that she looks awfully familiar. Shall we?" He signaled us to enter the private room first. I gladly agreed and walked in, but paused for a second and pushed Yura slightly to make her move. She stepped out of her trance and took small steps in.

We carried on with our discussion and helped ourselves to the food laid out on the table. The only one who was unbearably silent throughout dinner was Yura. She was pale and frozen like a statue, not even pigging out on her favorite dish(If I remembered correctly), beef bulgogi.