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Park Jimin's POV

"Did you see Areum much after that day?" The woman asked me.
"Yes, I did in fact." I smiled at the recollection. "She'd come and visit me every day, and we developed a strong bond."
"Did you two only meet in the park?" She questioned.
"Yes." I replied. "I had to make sure Minji didn't see me. I, couldn't face her, but I needed to see Areum to see how she was doing, and I knew for a fact that if Minji knew about this then she'd never let me see her ever again."

"Okay, Mr. Park, I heard you mention a 'Mr. Jin' in your story." She deadpanned me. "Care to tell me your relationship with him?"
"We're just business partners." I smiled.
"In what business?" She asked me sternly. My guess is that she already knew, and that it was just a matter of time before someone said it.

So I told her where he worked, and I told her what I found.

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"Sir Park." My butler came in whilst I was watching TV. It was late evening and I'd just finished eating my dinner. "Your parents have come to visit. They're in the waiting room." My eyes opened wide at his words, but nevertheless I got up out of my seat and made my way to the waiting room.

"Mother, Father." I sarcastically greeted my parents with fake decency. "How are you two doing?"
"Very well Jimin," my mum smiled with that same fake attitude. "Thank you very much." I gestured for them to follow, and we ended up sitting at the dining room table; the butler serving my father a glass of port.

"May I ask why you came to visit me today?" I asked my parents, cutting straight to the point. "And at this hour?"
"Well, you see, Jimin." My mother smiled. "We've decided that you have been acting in an ever so decent manner since you left that... place... and, well.." she trailed off.
"We've decided to reward you for your impeccable behaviour." My father replied, a stoic expression on his face.

Reward me? Am I 12??

"We have your motorbike license." My mother smiled at me, and at the mention of it my ears pricked.
"My license?" I clarified, and she nodded.
"We're going to give it you back." My mother smiled elegantly at me.
"On one condition." My father butted in. "You're getting older now Jimin, and I want you to incorporate yourself within my business."

"You want me.. to work for you?" I asked him.
"Well, yes." He mumbled. "As my deputy. I can teach you the ropes, and then when you're older you can take over my business."
"Father," I sighed. "I was never too keen on your, so called business, and you know this."

"Yes but listen Jimin." He leaned forward slightly. "Neither did I. When your grandfather passed the business down to me I didn't like the whole idea of what it was. But that's not the point. As the manager of the company you don't need to take part in any of it! You are in charge of the people who are in charge of those disgusting people. All you do is collect the rent, and there is a lot of rent, Jimin."

"I-" I stuttered, but failed to think of an argument. I didn't want to associate myself with that wretched business, but  there would be no wealth without it.

My father placed the license on the table, sliding it over towards me.
"Just think about it for me, will you son?" He asked, and I eventually nodded, taking the license off the table.
"Oh, and one more thing." My mother butted in.

"We have planned your engagement."

"My WHAT!?" I exclaimed, my eyes opening wide.
"Your engagement, sweetie." My mother smiled. "You're not a little boy anymore. You need to find yourself a wife and start a family."
"Mother!" I exclaimed, completely outraged. "How could you discuss something as big as an engagement without even consulting me first!?" I stood up, slamming my hands on the table.

"Don't yell at your mother like that." My father stood up and stared me down.
"I don't even want to start a family with some random girl!" I yelled out. "Yet you're forcing me to marry someone I don't even love!?"
"Jimin, sweetheart," my mother sighed. "It was a business relationship, please understand."
"I WON'T!" I yelled. "I won't marry her! I don't love her."

"So what would you call love? Eh?" My father spoke up. "What you did to that girl - Minji, was it? - was that love?"
"SHUT UP!" I screamed. "You don't understand! It wasn't like that!"
"Jimin!" My father bellowed. "You better calm yourself down."

Calm down? I'll fucking show you calm.

I walked out of the room, and out of the house in general, leaving my parents dumbfounded in the dining room. I hopped on my bike, and drove as far away as I could.

I remembered the day that I spoke with Mr. Jin, and what he said to me: "If you ever need to release some tension then pop in whenever you want." He smiled at me. "I'm sure my girls will be more than happy to help you out."

Of course. I can go there.

I parked my bike outside the place disguised as a bar, and made my way in. The atmosphere was loud, slightly annoying if you ask me.
"What can I get you sweet cheeks?" The bartender smirked, her revolting teeth sticking out like a sore thumb.
"Just hook me up with one of the hookers here." I sighed. "Whatever is free right now."
"Okay..." she mumbled, reaching for a key. "The small number is the room number, the larger number is the password lock on the door."

"You need to pay for that." She huffed, glaring at me.
"Just charge it under Jin." I ordered, getting impatient.
"And who are you?" She sassed.
"Mr. Park!" I turned around to see Jin walk over, a large smile on his face. "So you decided to pay a visit?"
"I did." I sighed. "But apparently I'm not allowed in."

"Gahh! What madness." Jin scoffed. "Let this man in."
"Okay.." The woman mumbled, letting me walk past.
"Who the hell is he?" She asked Jin once I walked past, but I could still hear.
"My boss's son." Jin replied. "If he comes again just let the brat through."

I scoffed. I was stupid to think that that man was my ally, he's just like every other businessman. I looked down at the key in my hand, then at the tag in the side. 80085, What is this? A playground? I entered the code, then checked the other side of the tag.
"Room 15." I muttered, ambling along the corridor until I fount the room at the end.

I opened the door, and was greeted with a voice that was sweeter than honey.
"Hello sir." The woman spoke. "How may I help you?" This woman.. she sounds familiar. She sounds like.. like.. I turned around to face her after closing the door, and then dropped my key in shock.

Stood there, in black lingerie, was Jeon Minji.

She looked at me at the same time I looked at her; her eyes were stricken with one emotion: fear.
"M-Minji?" I mumbled, taking a step forward. Am I dreaming? Is this real? She took a step back. And another. And another. She grabbed her dressing gown and covered herself, still staring in fear.

"Minji." I spoke up. "I-"
"Get away from me." She whimpered, climbing to the other side of the bed. Tears began to well up in her eyes, and I couldn't help but notice the scars on her arms. Caused by me.

"I don't want to hurt you." I told her. "Just let me talk to-"
"GET AWAY!" She screamed, dropping a tear down her face and onto the floor. I backed away, holding up my hands and leaning against the wall.
"I j-just want to apologise, Minji." I stuttered, the guilt starting to well up inside of me once again, and my eyes started to prick with tears of their own despite my efforts to hold them back.

She didn't respond, but ran towards the door and opened it, running out of the room and over towards what I'm guessing is Jin's office.

Minji... she's a prostitute?