"Doest it hurt when I try to push you away with my ego...."
_ Jimin

Jimin is overwhelmed by his emotions, yet he manages to evade the memories of his past. The confession she just made has become a potent poison for him. The three words she uttered with utmost precision, amidst her gentle yet tearful demeanor, caused him to avert his gaze towards her. Her eyes continued to dart towards him, as if forming a connection akin to clouds merging in the sky. Furthermore, it felt as though he was ensconced in a dream, lying on his bed with tear-streaked cheeks, contemplating the anguish of lost and irrational love he had for her.

He never fathomed that she would confess her feelings before him. Her unique qualities and peculiarities, which drew his affection unlike any other girls in the world, struck him profoundly. His ego portrays him as a detached individual towards her, as he strives to suppress the memories of their past.

The allure of something we yearn for will inevitably tempt us back one day. Those words he had come across during his college days, while seated at a library table, made him realize the importance of not expecting anything other than what we choose in life.

Now, it was time to express his true feelings and bring their aromatic emotions to a conclusion.

"Yes, y/n, I love you too," he confessed.

Disregarding whether it was too late for his response or the initial confession, he enveloped her in a tight embrace, his hand delicately tracing circles on her lower back. Overwhelmed by a surge of desire, he couldn't resist any longer, and without wasting a moment, he leaned in and captured her lips, tenderly nibbling on them as their first act of love unfolded. Immersed in the pool of affection, the droplets of water resembling glistening diamonds, their minds surrendered to the spontaneous mission of a lifetime of love.

"This is just the beginning," Jimin remarked with an exhilarating smirk, disengaging from their kiss and gasping for breath.

Love had blossomed in the midst of autumn, infusing the spring day of their lives. For Jimin, love was a cherished treasure he had guarded until this very moment when their lips finally met. However, his triumphant smirk was abruptly interrupted by Jungkook.

"What took you so long...?" he wondered aloud.

Jungkook halted mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he observed his hyung swiftly retracting his hands from his sister's waist. Attempting to suppress a smirk, Jungkook noticed y/n's gaze fixated on the ground, oblivious to her brother's presence.

"Hyung! What brings you here? Were you discharged earlier than expected?" Jungkook inquired, trying to maintain a composed expression.

Jimin blinked in response, sensing the way Jungkook played the role of the mature one, surpassing him in certain aspects.

"Well, my dear Jeon Jungkook, I discovered yesterday that she secured admission here and will soon be joining," Jimin explained.

"How?" y/n questioned, her curiosity piqued.

"I have my ways," Jimin nonchalantly shrugged, leaning closer to her ear and whispering, "Baby, best of luck. Make sure to come out of the hostel when I call you next Sunday."

Having bid Jungkook farewell, Jimin waved goodbye and drove off, leaving y/n behind.

"Come on, your paperwork is completed," Jungkook announced.

"Already? That was too quick," y/n mimicked his words, rolling her eyes.

"Don't be bothered by it. It's just a matter of money. I greased the receptionist's palm to expedite the process," Jungkook explained, aware of his privileged status.

Y/n sighed, well aware of how indulged he was. While they were affluent due to their parents, y/n and Jungkook lugged their suitcases and belongings, commencing their journey in the dormitory.

Throughout the years, he had remained oblivious to the true essence of love. Letting out a sigh, he playfully poked his tongue and clicked his pen repeatedly. Restlessness consumed him whenever he closed his eyes, for her radiant smile would materialize and vanish within a fleeting moment. Despite feeling content now, he yearned for her physical presence. Picking up his phone, he scrolled through his contacts.

As her name appeared on the screen, a smile graced his lips. Tapping on it, he began to type.

"Baby... what are you up to?"

Anticipating a swift response, he was about to set his phone aside when it buzzed with a notification.

"Yes, Jimin, did you miss me already? It's only nighttime. I'm busy arranging the room with our belongings."

"Yes, baby, I have missed your presence. Alright, sleep well, and I wish you the best for your upcoming classes," he replied, his message filled with warmth and affection.

"Thank you, Jimin. Ahhh... Goodnight!" she replied.

A smile adorned his face, and he couldn't help but notice his cheeks blushing. He fought the urge to scream in delight, attempting to maintain composure at his office. Despite the late hour, his self-control faltered, threatening to burst forth. However, just as he was about to succumb to laughter, the office door swung open. He quickly straightened himself in his chair, glancing up to find his secretary holding a stack of papers.

"Yes, I'm coming," he responded, suppressing his excitement.

"Sir, Mr. Kim is here to see you," the secretary informed him.

He reacted with mild confusion. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, he thought to himself. His illicit business had yet to encounter any significant troubles, but he couldn't shake off a lingering uncertainty, fearing that something might disrupt his peaceful mafia life.

Resolutely, he made his way to the lounge upon hearing the name of his hyung, Taehyung. Taehyung, a skilled hacker and renowned professional within his company, was the sole person he trusted when it came to computer skills and sniper activities during missions. Well-educated and mannered, Taehyung was willing to go to great lengths to ensure the success of Park's Empire in the Asian sphere, as well as to establish connections with European and Italian mafias, bolstering their business tactics.
Taehyung swiftly dealt with traitors, and Park's security and safety rested in his capable hands. He was not only a trusted brother and friend but also an indispensable figure in Jimin's business and personal life. Jimin knew that Y/n held a special sympathy towards Taehyung, surpassing her affection for her own brother, Jungkook.

Usually, Taehyung would greet him with warm hugs and friendly banter upon entering the office. But today was different. There were no brotherly hugs or playful fist bumps. Taehyung wore a grave expression, and Jimin noticed the redness in his eyes, a sight he had never witnessed before.

"What happened, Tae..." Jimin exclaimed, his concern evident in his voice, using their familiar nickname.

"Our... our... basement is going to be attacked tonight... We need to take action," Taehyung stammered.

Jimin stood there, stunned. It felt as if shards of glass were piercing his skin, descending from the ceiling. He felt an overwhelming sense of impending doom. He looked at Taehyung, seeing the tremor in his lips as he struggled to articulate the words. It was the first time Jimin had witnessed such vulnerability from his steadfast friend.

Dedicating my words and love for this idols by this chapter is emotional torture. But, I will make sure to make my reader happy, to have a Tempting heart like Jimin.

Born this way and meant to be die this way...
_Jimin