Nothing had particularly occupied Jimin’s thoughts lately, except for the lingering image of Y/n. The sight of her pale face from this morning troubled him deeply. As he sat in the restaurant, waiting for Taehyung to arrive, the vision of Y/n’s pallor kept flashing through his mind. He found himself grappling with unanswered questions. If she had wealth, why would she agree to marry him, especially in an arranged marriage?

Shaking his head, Jimin glanced at the menu and ordered their usual dishes, both opting for Bulgogi.

“A soup can be added too,” Jimin added absently.

“Of course, sir,” the waiter responded, scribbling down the order before walking away.

Just then, Taehyung walked in, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his pants. Pulling out a chair, he sat down.

“Why do you look so serious?” Taehyung asked, eyeing him curiously.

“It’s about Jungkook and his case,” Jimin began, his expression tense.

“I told you—” Taehyung started, but Jimin raised a hand, stopping him. He knew what his friend was about to say: don't make this personal.

“But it’s not just about him,” Jimin interrupted.

“Then what is it?” Taehyung asked as the waiter began setting their plates down.

“It’s hard to get her face out of my head... that pale face,” Jimin murmured as he tore into a piece of meat.

Taehyung sighed. “You're letting your emotions cloud your judgment. Y/n isn’t what you think. She’s bold, confident, and no pushover—not even for someone like Jungkook.”

Jimin looked up, conflicted.

“Mr. Park, you’re being overly sentimental today. We’re here to handle Jungkook’s case, and our only priority is to help Jin. Y/n’s just his sister—nothing more,” Taehyung advised, dipping a piece of meat into the sauce and savoring it.

“This is delicious. It’s been a while,” Taehyung added, trying to lighten the mood.

Jimin knew Taehyung was right. It wasn’t their personal lives at stake—he was merely the lawyer hired to handle the divorce.

After the meal, Jimin paid for the dishes as it was his treat for Taehyung. They had been best friends ever since the incidents that had shaken both of their lives. Taehyung had always been there, offering emotional support and sound advice.

“Mochi, I’m heading to the station. If you need anything, give me a call. And stop overthinking this. You know where that leads,” Taehyung reminded him, subtly hinting at the past.

“Okay,” Jimin replied softly, watching his friend leave before heading back to his office.

On the way, his phone buzzed. It was Jin.

“Hello, Jin.”

“Jimin, I need you at my house, please.”

“I’m on my way,” Jimin replied without hesitation. He immediately went to the parking garage and drove to Jin’s house.

Jin did his best to comfort his sister, Y/n, who was now lying on her bed, still visibly shaken. She had fainted in her office, and the weight of everything had overwhelmed her.

When Jimin arrived, Jin greeted him at the door. “Hey, Jimin,” Jin called softly.

“Come in,” he added, leading Jimin to Y/n’s room.

As Jimin entered, he saw her lying in bed, facing the wall. He could hear her soft sniffles and the sound of her wiping her tears. Though he couldn’t see her face, he could tell something was very wrong.

“What happened to Y/n?” Jimin asked quietly.

“She didn’t talk to you that day because she wasn’t well,” Jin explained, forcing a small smile. “She fainted in her office. Her secretary called me, and we rushed to the hospital.”

Jin paused, and Y/n suddenly stood up, wiping her tears and smoothing her dress. She noticed Jimin gazing at her with concern.

“Jin, stop,” Y/n said, cutting off her brother. She then turned to Jimin, her expression defiant. “Jimin, sit down.”

Jimin sighed, sitting as instructed.

“Is everything okay? What is he saying? You can’t hide anything from me; as your lawyer—” Jimin began but was swiftly interrupted.

“I want to marry you,” Y/n declared suddenly.

“What? Y/n, what are you saying?” Jin shouted in disbelief, his voice loud enough to make Y/n wince.

“Jin, stop being such an overprotective brother, and stop shouting,” she snapped, mockingly covering her ears.

Jimin stared at her, mouth agape, struggling to process her words. Y/n, noticing his reaction, couldn’t help but burst into laughter, her giggles filling the room as she playfully hit the bed, even nudging Jin.

Jin watched her, confused. This wasn’t just Y/n smiling or giggling; this was a new side of her—determined, calculated, and ready to act on a plan.

“Mr. Park, close your mouth or a fly might get in,” Y/n teased, still laughing while covering her mouth.

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