Yeah, I win every single game

I'm so powerful

-Sia-

The Saturday morning after Sully left with Lucia and Niki, Jimin felt strangely unsettled. Having Sully sleep so soundly in his kingsize bed had triggered unexpected emotions, leaving him restless and uneasy.

His housekeeper, Roberta, found him fully dressed in his leather attire, his signature look when he took the bike out for a ride. She recognized the signs. Her young master needed the cool breeze of the wind to think.

Jimin lay back on the private tv lounge room couch, his head tilted over, eyes closed, fingers lightly drumming against his stomach. Roberta entered quietly. He look so distant as if he was carrying the weight of the world upon his shoulders.

"Sir," she asked gently, "do you need anything else? Should I prepare your favorite meal...or call in the chef for the day?" She stood respectfully near him.

Jimin’s weary eyes opened. He glanced at her with quiet fondness. Roberta had been with the family for years...loyal, trustworthy, and discreet. Her Onyx black eyes looked at him with motherly love. She was a very beautiful Spanish woman, her long hair was tight up in a bun, some grey among the black tresses could be noticed.

“No, ma’am. I’m fine. I’ll be heading back to the penthouse tonight, so no need for any extra effort.”

Roberta smiled warmly,  “As you wish, Sir… Oh yes, your sister Rose called. She was asking about your whereabouts.” she took the water glass on the table and move to the kitchen.

Jimin groaned. “Rose is so annoying.Roberta. I told her yesterday I was going back to the city. She knows I wanted to spend time with the team, not party with her boyfriend’s fake friends.”

Truth was, he didn’t like Rose’s current boyfriend. Something about the guy set off his protective instincts. Jimin believed Rose deserved better, someone genuine, not this polished fraud. He flex his wealth too much.

He suddenly jumped up, grabbing his keys from the holder on the dresser near the entrance. “I’ll be out for a bit,” he called to Roberta, who was already tidying up the kitchen.

She watched him leave, the low growl of his Harley bike echoing through the estate moments later. Her young master looked distracted, maybe too distracted.

Last night had been unusual...unreal.  She’d seen a beautiful girl brought into the mansion, apparently ill after an evening out. A doctor had arrived discreetly. The girl had been taken to the master bedroom.

What Roberta witnessed that night stayed etched in her mind.

Even after everyone left, Jimin had stayed by the girl’s side, brushing a strand of her hair away so gently, as if she were made of porcelain. He leaned down, kissed her cheek, and whispered something softly.

In that moment, Roberta knew the woman wasn’t just any girl. That girl captured her young masters heart.

Later, he’d quietly asked her to prepare a light breakfast for the guest the following day...just cereal with almond milk and fresh fruit, because the girl was anemic. She’d nodded, silently noting the tenderness in his voice.

Her only regret was not meeting the girl. She’d been busy with laundry and errands, including sending the young lady’s cocktail dress to the dry cleaners. Something told her this girl might change everything. This mansions dynamic has shifted.

And what about Miss Argentina? Wasn't she the renowned model or super famous Argentinian sweetheart he had dated for years? Roberta couldn’t recall another time Jimin brought a guest friend or otherwise into this house, let alone into that room. Something had shifted.

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Later That Day

Playa Grande

Jimin rode through the city, his bike weaving through traffic until he found himself nearly two hours away at the tranquil river beach of Playa Grande. A quiet escape, known for its family picnic spots and date-worthy scenery. Whenever  he had time just to relax after rigorous training, thos place would be his escape. With his sunglasses and casual look his celebrity was always mislook.

Helmet in hand, he sat on the seat, staring out at the calm water.

His mind was loud with thoughts of Kim Sullyoon. She is living rent free in his mind.

She was the one who shattered the foundation of his life.

When he returned from Seoul after senior year, everything had seemed clear.His path was clearly mapped out.  He had envisioned a promising soccer career. He met Aitana at uni, the national beauty  in Argentina,also emerged as the runner-up in the Miss World contest.

They were a perfect match with  her platinum blonde hair and hazel green eyes , perfect physique and upbeat personality. Her family, his family everyone approved. It seemed as if fate had written it in the stars. They were seemed as the soccer sweet heart couple of Argentina. Both from prestigious family legacies.

But stars can burn out.

Aitana, got a lucrative offer to add to her physical fitness degree and she had decided to go abroad, claiming the distance would be a test for their love. She flourished, her beauty, made her more popular, independent, and more admired than ever. He hadn’t stood in her way. He let her go. But long distance didn't work out , so they broke up, but kept their friendship for six months.

And then Sully happened.

She stepped into his world, upending his very foundation. Her smile, her eyes, her wild nutmeg-colored hair, he was captivated and  terrified.

He tried keeping his distance, but she was so effortlessly kind, so determined to be friends with him. That’s when Project: Make Sully Hate Jimin began. He’d insulted her,  brushed her off, anything to push her away.

But the more she withdrew, the more magnetic she became. He craved her attention like a man in the desert thirsting for water. He wanted her to despised him, but he was the one who couldn't stay away.

Well, the turning point happened ? Hobi’s luncheon.

She was so radiant that day. Glowing and beautiful but in the wrong arms.

He hadn’t even planned on going. He and Taehyung had arranged a doubledate with Aitana at a Bristo. But then he heard Jungkook had taken Sully out. Jungkook. Jungkook was the chronic player who never recovered from losing his first true love. The same guy the team jokingly called “tap and go.”

That stung.

Everyone assumed Jungkook had a thing for Sully. And what if he did? Jimin's heart raced at the thought. What worsened it , Rose and Lucia liked her too. Rose was already planning a home luncheon for the two girls.

Jimin exhaled deeply.

He was aware that his kiss with Sully had gone too far. It wasn’t just a kiss ...it was a confession of passion. He loved the feel of her body against him, her soft lips opening like a blooming flower. He enjoyed it thourougly and she responded by kissing him back. Sully wasn’t that innocent, the way she gripped his head, her fingers entangled in his hair. And then he had to ruined the only genius connection they had, accusing her of seducing him and him just trying to save  face.

But her hurt was real and raw. He saw it in her teary eyes.  She was devastated, but how could he come clean? He was irrevocably in love with Namjoons little sister. She wasn't the plain, chubby Jane, he knew as his junior at their private academy. She was a grown girl, captivating and so attractive that he had to safeguard himself.

Aitana had noticed,the shift in his emotions too. His rowing eyes were on Sully the entire time. After they left, Aitana didn't let it slide,  they were involve in a bitter argument in the car. She’d sensed everything. He tried to play it off, claiming he was only being friendly. But she saw right through him. She asked him forth right was he attracted to Sully, because the tension between the two was palpable. 

The truth was, he was worn out.Tired of pretending to be okay. But he just couldn't come clean.

No fame or fortune could buy what he truly wanted. Not anymore cause he  didn’t want a trophy wife, adored by the world or a picture-perfect love story.

He  just wanted Sully. The girl who he desired to be his, but can't claim, has no right to claim.

But Namjoon was the real problem. His sister was off limits to anyone on the team. His was like an over protective bear over Sully. He punched numerous team members who just peek at Sully negatively.They all adhered to this unspoken rule.. Back in school, she’d been unremarkable. But now? Gosh!

Now she looked like a K-pop star. She was stunning.

And he knew he was in trouble. His heart wasn't the same anymore.

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Meanwhile…

Rose tried calling Jimin again. No answer. Was her brother ghosting her?

She sat with Aitana at Tea Connection, indulging in dessert after Aitana’s FIFA promotional shoot. Aitana insist that she accompanied her to the shoot to reconnect as future sister-in-laws.

“What’s wrong?” Aitana asked, narrowing her large hazel green eyes as she took another bite of her Chocotorta. A sweet delicacy of Argentina.

Rose sighed, and stroke her blonde curls backwards, “I think my annoying brother’s ghosting me. I left my electronic diary at his mansion last weekend, and it’s not at my place or at our family house... I need it to confirm my appointments for the week.”she looked a little distressed.

Aitana blinked, “Wait! his mansion? Is the mansion he mentioned completed?" Jimin was tight lipped about the building process of his latest property.

Rose shrugged. “Yeah. You know how private José is. That house is his sanctuary. He informed us that we can only visit by invitation." She scrunched up her nose.

Aitana’s face tightened. “Why didn’t he tell me? We're on the verge of getting engagement. Weren’t his friends even there?” she bit the last piece of her choclate delicasy.

“No. Even Taehyung wasn't yet invited, or not that i now off" Rose answered, “Only Mom helped him choose the interior decorators.”

Aitana’s voice sharpened, “We’re getting married soon. Why keep secrets?”

Rose arched a brow, “I thought you two broke up six months ago.” this was news.

Aitana flipped her platinum hair, “Rose, don’t be naïve. Jimin will never leave me. Yes, I suggested the break, but I’m back now, and that house will be our home to start our family. Mark my words: after FIFA, we’ll announce our engagement to the world.” there was a determination in her green eyes.

Rose looked uneasy. Her brother had told their parents he wasn’t ready to marry Aitana. Something had changed during the six-month break and it wasn’t just distance. He was mentally done with this relationship.

She tried calling Roberta, who soon confirmed the diary was in the guest room. Rosé smiled, “Thank heavens! I’ll drop you off and head to Nordelta to grab it from Roberta”she told Aitana.

Aitana’s eyes widened,  “Nordelta Estate? That’s nearly an hour away. I’m not letting you go alone. I’m coming.” this is her chance to view the secret mansion.

Rose hesitated, “But Jimin…”

“Rose,” Aitana interrupted, deadpan, “José won’t mind. We’re practically back together.”

Rose sighed, “If this backfires, Aitana… its all on you. My trusting relationship with my brother could be ruined.”

Aitana waved her off, “Dont worry...José loves you. Let’s go before he return home.”

They run up to Rosé pink Lamborghini that stood unapologetically in front of the restuarant. Some took shamelessly pics of her baby.

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Nordelta Estate

They were stunned from the moment they arrived. The drive wound through elegant mansions that rivaled Beverly Hills.

Then they reached it: a grand black gate wrapped in ivy. Rose punched in the code in the bronze pad. The gate opened slowly, and Aitana’s breath hitched.

A sprawling Tuscan villa stood beyond the hedges. A grand fountain bubbled in the circular courtyard, cobblestone paths lined with flowers. The air smelled of citrus and luxury.

“Is this José’s new place?” Aitana whispered. What the hell! This place look more opulent than her family mansion.

Rose grinned, and got out of the car, “Welcome to his kingdom.”

A professional Roberta greeted them at the massive ornate door, “Your diary is on the table, Miss Rose.”

While Rose hurried to retrieve it in the immaculate lounge area, Aitana stayed behind,stunned,  mesmerized by the house’s grandeur. Then she turned, eyes gleaming.

“Rose, give me a quick tour?”her eyes glowed with renewed joy.

“No, Aitana. We have no business being here. I’ve got the diary let’s go.” Rose whined. Her brother will kill her if he finds her at his private property with Aitana.

But Aitana had already grabbed her arm. “Come on, it’s once in a lifetime.”

Despite Roberta’s protests from the stairs, Aitana dragged Rose through the mansion, bouncing from room to room, his in house gym, indoor heated pool, his inhouse cinema and trophy room. This was not a house, it was a fashion statement.

Then Rose got a call from the cosmetic company, who wish to sign her as a brand ambassador.

Rose looked at Aitana,"You can go down, wait for me in the living room...I'm just taking the call from Idraet cosmetics."

Aitana just nodded as Rose stepped to the balcony and when her back was turned Aitana slipped into the master suite around the corner hallway. The room had huge double doors.

And that’s when everything shifted.

The bedroom was unmade. Roberta has not yet started to clean upstairs it seemed. Aitanas eyes widen at the grandeur of the master suite. It looked like a royal suite or presidential suite in a five star hotel.
Sge tiptoed through the room, enjoying the sight of the beautiful interior decor.

In the black and white themed bathroom, she spotted unfamiliar skincare products, women’s products. A freshly used white toothbrush next to a black one.  New folded black face cloth. Aitana eyes widen as realization kicked in.

Her heart dropped painfully. Was Jimin entertaining someone other than her? Did he moved on, without confirming it?

Her eyes got a dangerous glint in them. As she examined the items on the marble dresser.

She found  long reddish strands of hair on a brush. Jimin has black hair and Rose blonde. His mom has black hair...so who's hair could it been? A slight suspicion brew inwardly.

She moved determined to the bedside and throw the silky espresso coloured duvet cover open and than she saw another piece of evidence  as well on the pillow. A long strand of reddish hair. Her lips pursed in a thin line. Who was Jimin seeing? Not even Rose knew. So he actually left Roses' boyfriends party to meet his secret lover?

Aitana felt a wave of jealousy and envy. Someone was stepping on her turf. While she was away another girl went after their José. Her José.

She moved to the mirror and than she saw a note pad open with some scribbles.

Her eyes scan over the short and impersonal message.

Thank you for letting me stay.Jimin Thank you for saving and protecting me. I’ll be forever grateful and I will make it up to you one day.

No name. Just a drawing of a toadstool.

Her hands trembled as she tore it up with irritation  and threw the pieces away, into the little transh bin beside the dresser, her face flushing with fury.

What the hell! Who was this tramp that Jimin save!

Just then the door unexpectedly open.

Roberta caught her in the act. “Miss… You’re not supposed to be in the master’s room.”She looked stern at the unborthered Aitana who just looked at her with sheer disdain.

Aitana sneered, “Do you know who I am? I'm Miss Argentina...José’s girlfriend and the future mistress of this mansion.”

Roberta didn’t flinch,  “Yes. We all do know you. Miss Ill-Manners. Please leave...I need to clean this room.”

“You know who stayed here, don’t you...someone slept in José’s bed?” Aitana said, feigning sweetness. Her eyes intensely focus on Roberta's discomfort.

“I don’t. And even if I did , it’s not my place to say. A maid has no business what their masters are doing privately.” Roberta retorted back.

With a cold smile, Aitana pushed past her, "Remember, I'm the next mistress here and your employment is on life support." She sneered as she bumped the older ladies shoulder. Roberta just rolled her eyes.

At the stairs, Rose looked alarmed. “What were you doing in his room?”She looked mad. She knew Aitana was trouble. By just looking at Robertas' expression.

“We need to go,” she added, waving kindly at a stoic  Roberta. Aitana ignored the older woman entirely. She's not worth a greeting from her.

As they left, Aitana made a silent vow.

She would find out who that girl was. And she would destroy her.

That mansion needed a mistress. And as far as Aitana was concerned, she was the one meant to be the only mistress.

Back inside, Roberta returned to the master bedroom and sighed.

That white witch was terrifying.

Whoever the mystery girl was, she’d better win Jimin’s heart fast, she thought grimly. Working for that rude Miss Argentina wasn't on her wish list.

José could really do better than marrying a spoilt brat.

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A/n: Aitana got to close for comfort.

Thank you so much for all the reads, votes and comments.

1. What are yout thoughts on this chapter?

2. Do you understand Jimins reasoning?

3. Why do you think Jimin didn't tell Aitana about his latest asset?

4. Do you think Sully might be in danger of Aitanas wrath?

5. Must Jimin just tell Sully his feelings or wait?

6. What do you think of Roberta?

7. Do you think Aitana overstepped her boundary?