Edited.

The next day was the day you were leaving your house.

You entered the kitchen after the squeeze process by Jennie and Lily.

Lily said that Taehyung was in the kitchen, so you went there to say goodbye to your brother.

Even though his shouts were echoing through your ears, you still wanted to say goodbye.

What could you do?

He was your brother, you couldn't leave without saying goodbye.

You stepped into the kitchen and saw Taehyung sitting while drinking his tea. You stopped behind him, him seemingly still unaware of your presence. "I'm leaving Taehyung." You said calmly.

Hearing your voice, he stood up then turned around, and without letting out a word he engulfed you in his embrace. "I'm sorry." He whispered, placing his neck in the crock of your neck. "You won't leave without accepting my apologies right?"

The cry you've been holding since the minute you woke up today, just got stronger. You held back your tears.

This is so hard. I don't want to leave him. My house. I don't want to.

But I won't cry, I'll make him sad even more.

There's no need to cry, I'm gonna come back after 9 months.

Right?

"Yeah, apologies accepted." You said with a chuckle, rubbing his back while tears started sliding down.

"This house will be so empty without you, Papino. Your annoying voice-" His voice cracked, and he let out a sob which only made you cry harder against his chest. He took a deep breath. "Your annoying voice won't be heard in the house anymore, and I hate that so fucking much."

You let out a chuckle again, but it ended with a sob. "Are you trying to make me cry or something?"

"No, I'm telling the truth." He said then broke the hug and kissed your forehead and cheek. "I love you, sis. I'll miss you. But I'll come and visit you."

"Promise?"

"Promise." He smiled.

At that moment, your phone buzzed. You take it out from the back pocket of your jeans which you wear with a big - pink - hoodie, your hair braided neatly.

Jimin:
The car is waiting for you outside.

You sighed out a heavy breath and looked at the ceiling. You then looked down again at your phone, pressing the call button.

I'll have a heart attack one day for sure. Only because of who?

Park Jimin

You wiped your tears away and smiled at Taehyung with a strange face.

"Miss Kim."

Jimin's voice startled you. You cleared your throat. "What are you doing? You know I have my car, why did you send a car to-"

"Because you're mine in the moment." He said.

A shiver ran down your spine and you were scared, what if your heart jumped out from your chest? You looked at Taehyung and smiled before turning around and going out of the kitchen.

"Y/N, just get in the car, I wanna do everything for you."

You didn't know how to explain your feelings. Just god knew how you felt. The nerves in your stomach took weird turns while your heart beat even faster, and your breath quickened.

Park Jimin will be the reason for your death.

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The driver Jimin stopped the car after 15 minutes or so of driving. The medium-sized bag you put your 'personal' things in was next to you.

You were grabbing it when the door of your side opened scaring the shit out of you. It was the driver.

Great, now he thinks I waited for him to open the door for me.

Ah, Jimin...

"Thank-"

"Miss your bag, please." The driver cut you, reaching his right hand out to grab your bag.

You looked at his hand, your bag, then at the man, who was looking down. "No thanks, it's not heavy." You said.

"This is Mr Park's order, Miss. Please give me your bag." He politely answered.

If you heard something like 'Kim Y/N's death's reason was the CEO of Park Corporation.' don't be shocked.

With a sigh, you gave the man your bag and he started walking towards the entrance of the modern house in front of you. "From here Miss." The man said, leading your way.

As you walked the short distance, you took a look at the house. It wasn't big like those mansions every CEO had, and it wasn't small either. It seemingly had two floors, the second floor had big windows. The decoration was modern with shades of grey and white colors. Four stairs led you to the double doors of the entrance, and the sides of the stairs had two small trees. Small circles of yellow lights decorated most parts of the house. The house was fancy, Jimin's type.

When you looked at the driver again, he had opened the door, waiting for you to go in first. You smiled at him and went in.

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Jimin was sitting in his dark living room, the only source of light was coming from the television that he was watching.

The TV was showing someone very beautiful, someone that he likes the most.

He was watching a video from YouTube, one of the reklams you made for a makeup product. Yes. He was watching you.

Since you were famous in the fashion industry, every company that made beauty products was begging you to make commercial videos. You were well known and everyone adored you, which made very good money for those companies that had your face in those commercial videos.

However, the great Park Jimin, whom people were almost scared of because of his very hot aura, was addicted to those videos, to the point he couldn't sleep without watching them every night.

Say that I'm stupid and see if I have a fuck to give.

The way you looked at the camera, the way you spoke, the way you smiled, you were just so beautiful, so eyes watering.

He knew you better now, he knew which kind of heart you had, how kind and sweet you were. And that just made his addiction stronger.

"Mr Park, Miss Y/N is here." A feminine voice called out from the other side of the door. His eyes widened and he slapped his mouth with his hand, flying up from his couch.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Jimin panicked as he searched for the remote control.

I'll be screwed if she sees what I'm watching.

But he couldn't find it. It was like Earth's mouth had opened and swallowed only Jimin's remote control.

Damn! Where the fuck is it?!

Not being able to find the damned thing, he ran towards the switch of the TV and turned off.

"Mr Park?"

He cursed as he tip-toed back to the sofa, sitting on it again. He took a deep breath. "Come in." He said, his voice calm, as if nothing happened.

The door opened and came in Mya - the maid of his house - followed by Y/N, and Lu bi - Jimin's driver- holding a Louis Vuitton bag.

When you entered, you found Jimin standing with his hands in two pockets of his grey sweat pants which he wore with a simple black shirt. Damn, black was his color.

He was smirking instead of smiling. A very sexy smirk, fitting him so damn much.

He looked at the man behind you. "Take her bag to my room." Then at Mya, "And you go call Seun." Both the man and woman bowed before walking out. "Welcome Miss Kim. Please have a seat."

"Thanks." You said as you walked to one of the couches, then looked back at his eyes still on you. Not breaking the eye contact, you and Jimin sat down, a great distance separating you.

"How are you, Miss Kim?"

He won't learn the fact that I don't like being called by that name, will he?

"Good. But can I ask you a favor?"

He smiled. "Anything."

When you opened your mouth to speak, a knock on the door interrupted you, and Seun, the elder maid came in. She, at first looked at you, and smiled warmly, reminding you of the one of Lily. "Welcome."

Being the daughter of Mrs Kim, who educated her children so well, you stood up and smiled in return. "Thank you." Then you sat down again. She was older than you, just like Lily, so she deserved that.

"What would you like to drink?" She asked.

"Nothing, thanks." You answered.

She smiled again and looked at Jimin.
"Mr Park?" She asked. Jimin was still looking at you. "Why nothing?" Then he looked at Seun. "Bring us two glasses of Juice please." She nodded and left. "What was your favor, Miss Kim?"

At that name again, you couldn't help the expression on your face which indicated that you were annoyed. "Can you please stop calling me "Miss Kim"?"

He smirked at your question, completely satisfied with his work. The boy liked teasing you. "Hmm...

You're right. I'd like to call you by a nickname from now on, what do you think?"

Oh God, his voice. It sends shivers running down your spine, some kind of excitement playing in your body to know what name he'll use to call you. Only you.

However, you didn't want him to know that you were affected by him. He can't be happy because of that. So you rolled your eyes.

"What do you think about...

Lovely?"

Your heartbeat fastened If it was possible, all the blood in your body came up to your cheeks giving it heat and a bright color of red, almost exploding them.

Lovely?

He'll call me by that nickname?

You couldn't hold his dark gaze anymore, and you looked away. You weren't wrong about thinking he'll be the reason for your death. "And why is that?" You asked, wanting to speak just so he doesn't think that you are deaf or something.

What a stupid question though...

Its answer was from Jimin of course, and it didn't stop putting you in more trouble.

"Because you're lovely in so many ways, that my fingers are not enough to count."

You sure liked guys before but like this? Of course not. You just realized how much you liked this guy. He was just too sweet, too handsome, too hot, too sexy, too every fucking thing.

How can someone be so many things at one time?

His words weren't wrong, or just to tease you. He was telling the truth, you were lovely for real.

You again looked away, your neck hurting from turning your head too much. "Whatever." That was what you said.

He let out a chuckle, satisfied. And happy at the same time. He was never this happy before. You were in his house, in his living room, sitting on his couches, and soon were sleeping on his bed.

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When the time of dinner came Jimin went to the dining room as if you wanted to go to the bathroom. He called Mya to show you the way, and when you were done, she led to the dining room, to find Jimin sitting at the head of the big long table.

The dining room was white and grey just like the living room and the outside of the house. Everything thing in the house was neat and beautiful.

You looked at Jimin, he was unfolding a napkin, looking so calm. You went and sat down on the first chair, on the right side. He looked at you and smiled.

Can he stop smiling?

Of course not, you were sitting on his dining table. The maids served the food, and you and Jimin started eating, silently. It didn't take long when a question in your mind, which you were unsure which kind of answer you wanted, popped up.

"Jimin?" You called out, your voice calm and soft. He looked up at you in an instant. Hearing you calling his name caused some type of feeling to fill his body, that he never felt before.

In the dirty part of his mind, he wondered how you sounded when you moa-

For fuck's sake Jimin...

"Yes?"

"Which room will be mine?" You asked.

He put his fork and knife down and cleared his mouth with his napkin, then he looked at you in the eyes. "Is that even a question? Of course, you'll be in my room...

With me."

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End of chapter nine.

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