|| A Foreigner in Danger || <VMIN x OC>

Can You Trust Me

JASMINE'S POV

"Just tell me what you want from me and I'll give you everything..."

"I need you now more than ever...It hurts so much..."

"Please hold me once again, please trust me, hold your Taehyung..."

"Mum! Eomma!"

I slowly opened my eyes and blinked twice at the bright rays of morning sunshine that were beaming in through my window doors.

My mind was instantly taken back to when Eonni used to wake me up for school with that cheeky grin of hers as tears temporarily clouded my morning vision.

I shivered and brushed my hair back as Taewon was sitting on the edge of my bed with a worried expression stretched out on his face.

Aish, why are his eyes exactly like Taehyung's? My son is an iron copy of his father.

I managed a smile and slowly sat up, rolling the soft duvet back so Taewon could slide in next to me as he grinned and raced over, his overgrown 14 year old self cuddling close to me.

"You don't usually sleep until this late, I got worried. Especially as you were talking in your sleep!" Taewon rested his head on my shoulder as I started drawing circles in his fluffy hair.

I looked out of my window doors at the birds drinking from the fountain and smiled, it feels so good to be back in my room.

Taewon and Taehee have moved into the small guestrooms that they had fun decorating, with Appa and Uncle Hwijae.

It has been a week since my encounter with Taehyung and I haven't heard from Jimin since he dropped Taehee off after her little excursion, she really should stop doing that.

She's still sulking and moody with me because I shouted and grounded her, but she's lucky I didn't do more.

Everyone apart from Appa took her side, only he agreed with my course of action, probably because he's had firsthand experience with me.

Taehyung...

His mere name still sends shivers down my spine and I can't control the everlasting electric sparks which shoot through my mind and body anytime he's next to me.

He's got me so wrapped up in his love spell that not even fourteen years has changed my feelings.

I want to stop loving him, I really do, but...I don't know how.

I need to learn.

Jimin promised Halmeouni he'd come back the next day, but he broke his promise and it took us ages to calm Halmeouni down, she was devastated and had been waiting all day for Jimin to jump through the door and hug her.

He shouldn't make promises he can't keep.

What was I even expecting from him?

I should wake up and realise he's no longer my 'Jiminie', he's BTS' Park Jimin and is Korea's official ambassador for every single skincare advertisement.

Not one TV show has a break without Jimin's voice or face stretched all over the screen, promoting a product in Korean and sometimes even in his English which has gotten way better than I remember.

Everyone thinks he's genuinely so happy in the commercials, but I can see that he's learnt how to fake his eye smile.

I sighed and pecked the top of Taewon's silky head as I could feel him dozing off.

It was 10 am on a Friday and I'm usually awake at 6 or 7.

I was still struggling to absorb it all, everything had happened so quickly and on top of it, Taehyung had three VIP backstage concert tickets delivered two days ago with a massive hamper of luxury snacks for the twins and a fresh bouquet of red and white roses for me.