A/N - A special double update :)
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You go through your bag only find three melted bars of your favorite chocolate. You groan loudly and mumble, " How much worse can this day get? " You look at the signal and start moving since the green light was lit.
Your car arbuptly stops and you gasp. Why me, god? You look up to see the driver of the car getting out and it was non other than Yoon Soomi.
" Oh no, not this bitch. " She takes off her sunglasses and looks at the scratches on her car and gasps dramatically. You unbuckle your seat belt and get out of the car.
" Kim Y/N! " She growled like a hyena. " Yo " You roll your eyes and look at the bent formed because of the female in front of you. You groan loudly and she scoffs.
" Why are you even groaning!? I should be crying right now — "
" You have the freedom to cry, I don't care. " She gasps again and you remove your sunglasses.
" This is a fucking BMW! Do you know how much it — " You cut her off again.
" So, does this look like a Tolo car to you!? " You snap at her.
A cop comes towards your way by a car and halts between you both. Someone had seen the scene and informed one of the cops.
You zone out as he inspects and writes something and gives it to you and Soomi. You lazily look at it and frown. A fine.
You groan and look at the police who was getting ready to leave. Soomi looked like she was going to burst into tears.
" Where is the nearest police station? " He looks at you uninterested and answers, " Why don't you find out? "
He wears his helmet and speeds out. " These bitches won't let me live. " You mutter as you get in the car and immediately speed off leaving Soomi behind shouting at you to stop.
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You finally wake into the home completely exhausted and dead. You wanted to fall on your comfortable bed and sleep. The Google map which everyone believes in took you to the farthest police station and you had to drive two hours extra.
Immediately a maid comes to you and informs that Jinyoung and Sung Hi are waiting for you in Jinyoung's office. Just as Taehyung predicted.
You quickly go to your room and get freshened up amd dressed into decent comfortable clothes and make your way to the office.
Your heart was beating faster than usual. Your gut feeling said you that this talk was going to be intense and stressful. But your mind told you to relax. And you did.
You knock the black door and get in after getting the permission to enter. Fresh smell of chocolate relaxes you as you inhale it. You heart is back to its normal pace but your gut didn't stop screaming about the unfortunate.
" I thought you would be back by two and now it's quarter to five. What's the reason for the delay? "
" Yoon Soomi bumped into my car. So, I had to go pay the fine. " You go sit on the couch in front of them and gulp.
" And she was throwing a tantrum. " Jinyoung nods his head and gestures Sung Hi to talk.
" Y/N, do you know what is the reason why we have called you here? " You shake your head nervously.
" We are making you the heiress of Kireina line. " Even though you knew it already, you felt bad. No, you felt horrible. You never asked for this. You think you are not capable of this.
You shut your eyes close and mutter an audible ' why ' followed by a sigh.
" Because I trust you sweetheart. I know you can handle the company. Please Y/N, don't disagree. " You open your eyes as your breathing becomes heavier.
" B-but what about my studio, mom? " You mentally curse yourself for stuttering.
" You can use it for another purpose, Y/N. " Jinyoung spoke up. " Both me and your mother have numbers of places which we used to own. We can always use them. "
" I never agreed to this. " Your voices comes out stern. Jinyoung sighs annoyed. " Y/N, this is our last and final decision. You are going to take over Kireina line and it's final. "
You let out a shaky breathe and nod and stand up. Sung Hi massages her temples and you bow and leave the room.
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It was midnight and you couldn't sleep. You mind was filled with overwhelmed thoughts as tears stream down your cheeks. You sit up and change into white sweatshirt and black knee length shorts.
You sneakily went to Taehyung's bedroom and took out the ladder he uses to sneak out. You easily get down and leave it there and rush out of the area.
Soft breeze hits your face drying your tears as you walk to the hideout. You were starting to get irritated. You couldn't find your cigarettes packet and you were mad angry on the person who took it.
You take out the key from the bricks above the door and open it since you forgot to bring your spare key. The room looked fresh except for the dim fairy lights. A figure was sitting a black chair which you don't recall bringing with you and you tilt your head as he went through his phone
Jimin notices your presences and smiles widely yet being in confusion. " Y/N? What are you doing here so late? "
" Couldn't sleep " You frown and he notices it. He walks towards you and cups your face.
" What happened? " You had tears in your beautiful eyes which you tried to hold back and Jimin notices them too.
He frowns and his hearts breaks a little. He pulls you to the soft carpet and sits down facing you.
" Let it out, let it all out. " Salty tears stream down your breathtaking face and you start telling him what happened.
" I feel overwhelmed and suffocated, Jimin. All this pressure put on me, hurts, it hurts so much. I am not ready. " He pulls you into his chest as you sob loudly and tears in his own eyes.
He rubs your shoulder, pats your back and pecks your head to console you. You both were only friends yet you put your wall down in front of him. There was an unknown bond created.
A special one.
The one which can never be broken.
The lights go out and you look up at him. Moonlight falling on his face made him look beautiful than ever as he looked down at you. He wiped your tears away and stares deeply into your eyes. They were falling for each other harder and harder second by second without knowing.
Soon, the lips met, eyes fluttered close and tongues fighting for dominance as both their tears mixed.
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