Sweet Like Candy | p.jm ✔

| chapter 1 |

Your P.O.V
I took out my keys to unlock the front door. Walking in, I slip off my shoes, and set down my bag.

I have an important meeting in the morning, so I must prepare for it. I called to one of my maids to cook me something to eat.

I run upstairs to change into something more comfortable.

"Ms y/n? Dinner is ready," I heard the maid call me to come downstairs.

Yes, I'm a billionaire. I'm a billionaire at age 23. My mom passed away and left all of her riches to me. My dad lives in another country, and left his money to me as well. Being wealthy in Korea has it's benefits. I am a CEO of one of the biggest companies in Korea, which makes me even more of a billionaire.

I dash downstairs ready to stuff food in my mouth, almost tripping on the way. I excuse my maids for the rest of the night. They could use a break, right?

I have a hUGE meeting tomorrow with the other one of the largest companies in Korea. While eating my food, I check my phone. The usual gossip is trending on social media. Gross. I click off my phone and walk to the sink and wash off my dishes.

I eventually walk upstairs before shutting off all of the lights downstairs. I hate the dark. I've always been afraid of the dark. Why? When I was 7, I woke up to the sounds of crashing and banging downstairs. I walk down to see the house dark, a mess, and my mother laying in the kitchen with a pool of blood around her. The memory is burned in my brain.

To escape the dark, I sprint upstairs to my bathroom to wash up for the night. Grabbing a towel, I wash my face, and brush my teeth.

I climb into my soft and comfortable bed, pulling the white bedsheets over me. I fall asleep in no time.

Jimin's P.O.V

I have to make sure I'm all set for tomorrow's meeting. I hate meetings. They're boring, so I make sure to sleep without people seeing. I'm the CEO of the biggest company in Korea. Sure, I'm wealthy, and run a business. Doesn't mean I don't like to be bad from time to time. ;)

Your P.O.V

|6:31 am|

I hear my alarm go off. I fall off my bed, and land on the cold hard floor.

"Um. OW?"

I walk slowly to my closet, picking out an outfit.

"Cute," I tell myself, taking the clothes to the bathroom.

I come downstairs to the smell of fresh coffee in the morning, to see my maids making breakfast. I feel like I work them too hard. Why do I have maids? My father insisted I have them to help me around the house. I bought this house when I turned 21. I had enough money to do so, so why not?

Having my plate set in front of me at the table, I dig in.

"Thank you ladies. Please, take the day off."

"Thank you, Ms y/n," they all said and walked away.

After breakfast, I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and have a quick shower, blow-drying my hair after I get out.

I slip on the outfit, and gather all of the things, and head off to work.

My driver drives me to work every morning. What else do I have? I have security at my house 24/7, to make sure I'm safe, as well as more housekeepers to clean outside and inside my house.

Arriving at the building, I take the elevator to the meeting room. For this meeting, we are coming together with the other larger company in the country, for a project.

Stepping in the room, I look to the left of the room.

"Jimin.."

Jimin's P.O.V

I ready myself for the day, getting ready for the "big" meeting I have. Tsk. Gross.

I head off to the meeting room in this big ass building. Seriously, who owns this place? It's like a fucking castle. Too big. 10/10 don't recommend.

I plop down on one of the comfy looking chairs. Sweet, I get a comfy seat. This'll be fun.

20 minutes later, I see a brunette walk in the door. She looks like a goddess, my god.

I lift my head up to get a better look at her.

Oh hell no.

Your P.O.V

What the actual fuck? No one told me he was the CEO of this other company.

I've always considered Park Jimin to be one of the most coldest, rudest, and ugly hearted person I've met. We met when we were younger. We were always together. I got bullied a lot when I was young. He always helped me in those situations. But on one particular day, when we were both 14, he started to treat me horribly. He fell in with the wrong crowd once we hit high school. He began to bully me, and always beat me up to being the ugliest person on campus.

I cried every night when I went home. I mean I never had my mother to help me with these situations. I never talked to my dad. Ever. I didn't like my dad, and he didn't like me. The only reason I have his money now, is because it was my mother's wish. If she were to ever pass away, all of their money would go to me, as well as the company.

My dad moved away when I was 16. Leaving the house to me. I had no problem with it, though I was lonely every night. My maids became my friends, they were just a few years older than me anyways. We gossiped every night, while sitting in my room. They were pretty fun girls if you ask me. They were like family to me. Of course, I brought them to my new house, still remaining friends, and telling stories before bed, but not every night.

"Why are you here?" We both say at the same time, confused and disgusted.

"I own this fucking building," I said, glaring at him.

"Nice to know," he shot back, putting his feet on the table, while scooting back in his chair.

"Are you a part of this meeting or not? I'd like to get started, " I said, pointing a finger to his feet. "If you don't mind."

"Ahh. Of course. Come, sit sit."

This was going to be one of the worst meetings of my life.

Hi cuties! First time writing a fan fiction. Good? No? Alright. I'll have the next chapter up in a few days. ✌