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Last Confession| Jimin FF| Season 1

Last Confession| Jimin FF| Season 1

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You came back from work and you wore something comfortable.After you were done changing you sat down and watched TV . You heard a knock on your door so you got up and opened it and saw your ex... PARK JIMIN you tried to close the door but... Jimin stopped you from closing the door. what do you think that happened?
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"Jin, what's going on?" My voice was shaky, trying to keep the panic at bay. Jin took a breath, his jaw clenched, then his gaze softened when it landed on me. "You don't have to worry about it. It's nothing. Just some... unfinished business with Mr. Park." But I could tell it wasn't nothing. The way he said it, the way Mr. Park's eyes stayed locked on me-this wasn't just about boundaries. There was something deeper, something far more complicated between them. "Unfinished business, huh?" Mr. Park's voice dripped with icy disdain, the words slicing through the thick tension in the room. Before I could process it, his eyes were on me, sharp and commanding. "Yeona," he called out smoothly, his tone unsettlingly calm. "There's something I'd like to remind you of." Before he could say more, Jin's voice cut through like a blade. "Jimin," he warned, his tone dangerously low. There was a protective edge to it, but the fire in his eyes betrayed just how close he was to losing control.

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