𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒

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Park Jimin studied his watch for a moment before rolling his head back and cracking his neck a few times. Seven o'clock-

Any minute now-

He unlocked the lock on the outside of the door, and, for politeness' sake, knocked a few times. Give her the illusion of control.

"Coming, Mr. Park!" Jungkook's voice. High-pitched. Excited.

Evidently Jeon Jungkook was glad to have the opportunity to be designing and fashioning clothes for women again-after all, suits, no matter how fine, really could be only so interesting until a certain point...

Jimin waited for a moment, irritation rising in his chest. It is seven o'clock. Why can none of these idiots-

His thoughts trailed off quite abruptly as the door swung open and he caught a glimpse of her-Rosé-

That woman-

-she cleans up rather nicely-

-that's an understatement-

He fought to move his eyes away from following the soft, sleek figure highlighted by the dress-Jungkook had outdone himself, over and beyond-from getting caught in her confident, electrifying stare-

She was hiding that under that damned dress of hers-?

Jimin suddenly wished that he had a stiff drink in his hand.

Rosé slipped on the shoes Jisoo had laid out for her, reveling in the extra two or so inches of height they lent her, feeling acutely Jimin's intent gaze as it swept over her body, drinking her in once, twice, three times, never satisfied, never having its fill-of her.

He doesn't look half-bad, himself-

-she couldn't help but noting. Fighting the strange wobbling of her stomach-

She looked down at the floor demurely; couldn't help but smile quietly, darkly to herself.

Perhaps, getting closer to Park Jimin, isnt as hard as i thought...

"Now, Miss Park," Jimin began as Mark drove them away from Park Manor, "tonight we'll be dining with an old-well, friend is not exactly the word I would use-colleague of mine, a Mr. Song Minho. Recently back in town from vacation, I believe..." He trailed off, imagining snidely what kind of idiotic trouble the white-haired dandy could have gotten himself into.

Rosé raised her eyebrow at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Ah-yes. Well, when I was poised to take over my father's company-the Park Corporation, obviously-there were several other local and international corporations that had been interested in-in, well, acquiring me away from the company. Installing me as their second-in-command-a useless, perfunctory position. After all, it wouldn't have done for the largest arms manufacturer in Asia to be controlled by a teenager..." Jimin smirked to himself at the thought of those endless fools-among whom Mino was included-who had tried to save his father's face-to stop Jimin's ascendance-to halt his precocious rise to power-

-and they had all failed. Utterly. Jimin had managed to wrest control from his father, even with heads of nearly all the other local major companies desperate not to lose control of the status.