Our Love Story || PJM ✔ (Completed)

3 - The Girl

Double update coz I know
I missed a lot of chapters right
after the first and second chapter
was published 😢

I'm sorry about that.
My exam is in two weeks time so
I was preparing for it.

But, hey, I did updated now.
Enjoy!

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Jimin's POV

I was proofreading my reports when suddenly a tall man barged into my office without a knock. There is only one person who could do that. My dad. The chairman of this company.

Without averting my eyes to him, I circled some errors made in the report with my red pen. "If you come here just to ask me whether I've found a girl yet or not, I would have to ask you to leave from my office." I said in a flat tone.

"Oh, son. You know me too well aren't you?" Dad chuckled at me and took a seat in front of me, staring at me doing my job silently. He always do this when there is something he wanted to talk about.

I've been losing to it for most of the time, I won't lose this time. So, I ignored his presence and kept on doing my works until suddenly, I heard something dropped to the floor, creating a crack sound filling the room.

Instantly, I turned my eyes towards where the sound was coming from. At the corner of the room, near my shelf, I saw my dad froze at what just happened. Or should I say... what he just did.

He wasn't the only one being frozen there, I was also in my freeze mode when my eyes saw the trophy that I won for a dance competition during my high school days cracked to the floor.

"Son, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to break it." I saw the guilty looks in his eyes but my heart just can't stop beating fast as if it was hurt, bleeding, seeing the trophy laid lifeless on the floor of my own office. Broken.

I was about to let my anger took me in but I closed my eyes shut and exhaled three times to regain back my patience composure. Once I'm convinced with my emotions, I opened my eyes and looked at my dad with a sigh. "Don't bother about it. It was meant for the dustbin anyway." I said as I bent down and took the pieces of the trophy that was cracked on the cold floor. Then, I throw it to the dustbin under my desk.

Honestly? It wasn't meant for the dustbin at all. That trophy was the first trophy I received with my group called BTS during our first victory for the yearly dance competition held by our school. We composed the music, wrote the lyrics, choreographed the dance and practiced our raps and vocals for the competition. We put our Blood, Sweat and Tears in it.

That's why I highly looked up to that trophy every time I walked into my office. Since I'm the one who came up with the idea of us getting into the competition, I got to hold the trophy in my office. At first, they don't agree with it, especially Yoongi hyung.

That hyung... I don't know what to say about him. I guess he got some trophy fetish if there is any. He often kissed every trophies we won for every dance competition we got into. Damn, I even kept pictures of him with this trophy kissing and staring at one another!