MY INNOCENCE 🌸 || p.jm ✔︎

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Yoongi

"Is he okay?" Hoseok asked me as we stared upon Jimin through his glass office window. I only shrugged my shoulders analyzing him. It's been nearly three months since we came back to Korea with Jiminaa but no Angel. And yet it seems like Jimin's whole attitude did a turn around.

He's not at home, drinking, picking fights with his men, or shooting his empty alcohol bottles in the wilderness. Yet he's here, in his office, doing paperwork like, the past year hasn't been a rollercoaster of emotions for him.

"What are you guys doing?" Namjoon asked with Jin by his side. They both followed our gazes into the office, where Jimin is now organizing paperwork. "Is he okay?"

"Same thing I asked."

"Okay guys he's a father now, he's going to want to clean up his act and do better for Jiminaa." Jin suggested.

"But this is Jimin we're talking about, not saying he isn't a good dad but when Angel walked out on him five years ago, he was a mess, and they weren't even married, I had to pull him from that. And now we've literally scoured the globe for Angel only for him to not be with her, again. He was worse this time. He killed the Valet guy in broad daylight for taking too long. This whole facade he's doing right now better be real, because if he wants to all of sudden — bottle up his frustration — then we're in big trouble." I explained.

"You're right. We should take him to a strip club, get his frustration out." Hoseok suggested.

"He's still married dumb ass." Namjoon chimed.

"And in love with Angel." Jin added.

"Okay well you come up with a better idea oh wise ones." Hoseok sassed.

"How about you guys bring your asses in here so we can finish talking about the Persona Estates!" He yelled from the inside and that's when I realized, he was staring at us. I lead the way, placing my folder in front of him.

"The sketches for Black Swan. An underground club, under a hotel, also easy for trades and dealings, maybe put a few tables down there, like a casino, so suckers can come and lose their money. Since this is a minor project until the Seven Towers project starts February 21, I think this right here is simple easy, keeps us out of sight, even though it's not necessary but still, taking precautions for the little one." I presented.

"And the building will have seven floors?" He asked.

"Ten when you count the club, garage, and our penthouse, that'll obviously be on the top. You can thank Taehyung for the very detailed sketches."

"Where is he?"

"The Stigma's lab. Apparently there's a problem with the trees." He nodded, putting the folder in his desk.

"Call the head of Construction, Andrew, and tell his to get some of the best workers on it right away."

"Okay..." Either he's good at hiding his feelings all of a sudden or he's void inside.

"Are you okay?" Hoseok blurted out.

"I'm fine. I just need to get back to work, and be the father Jiminaa needs me to be." He answered, dismissing the matter. Somethings just not right..

"Well if you ever want to go out and having a few drinks, I'm available." Hoseok offered before standing up.

"Thanks for the offer but I should get home to Jiminaa now that this meeting is over." He stood up, packing his stuff. I'm definitely not letting this go, because I'll get my answers sooner than later.

Third Person POV

Every weekend this time of night, she comes through the window, sneaking in to see the one she never really lost, three months ago. She aches for her baby as do she, easily melting in her arms as she cradles her. It's the type of bond you have to experience to understand.