|I should have chosen you|

"Let's make this quick," he rasped, voice crochet in hankers and hunger as he tossed his shirt aside. The brunette seductively smiled, kicking off her red thongs and reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra.

The moment he saw her in the club, he knew she was going to be a good fuck. That's all he cared about. She was hot. Clobbered in a red dress that hugged her hourglass figure and popped her breast out. Her name didn't concern him. He was clear about what he wanted and the woman accepted his demands.

"Anything for you, daddy," the woman whispered. 

Jimin internally cringed, trying to rinse his mind, as he didn't like being called that. At least not by this woman. But if Leona called him that, would he like it? He shrugged off the dark Rapunzel off his mind. He couldn't think of some other woman while being with one. It's just disrespectful. 

He poised over her as their lips met in a fierce kiss and the girl, being submissive to his touch, let him do whatever he wished with her body.

So easy, he thought.

Women being so accessible to him fatigued Jimin. He wanted a challenge, a hothead, a person who couldn't give in his charm just by the look of his eyes.

Leona.

A thrill chased down his spine. Suddenly, he squandered his interest and couldn't savor the red lips kissing his jaw and chest. 

Why she always wears black?

The woman sucked on the hot skin of his neck, her hands feeling up his abs. Jimin closed his eyes, trying to shut his mind off and revel in the pleasurable moment.

Why do the colors scare her? Why does she hate people?

 Jimin's hand mindlessly prowled around the woman's body.

Why does she hide her hands? 

Why does she think so little of her life?

The brunette palmed his clothed cock, making him suck in a sharp breath, and Jimin instantly flipped their bodies. He peered at the woman underneath of him, swollen lips, bedraggled hair, frantic eyes. She was so warm-up for him, but ridiculously, it didn't give him the satisfaction he itched for.

Just why her beautiful eyes are lifeless?

She fastened her toned arms around his neck, demanding to pull him, but dashed Jimin her hopes and drove himself away from her.

"Wh-what happened?" the baffled girl asked, shirt-winded. Jimin strutted to collect his shirt and commenced to get dressed.

"I need to go. I am not in the mood. I apologize," he sincerely spoke, not even bothering to look at her. 

What's wrong with me?

"But why, did I do something?" The girl urged, gnawing on her lower lip practically near to cry.

"Sweetheart, you are good and very pretty. I just have some business to take care of," he said softly, giving her the clothes scattered on the floor.

Without any further utterance, he departed the hotel room. He asked his driver to make sure the woman gets her home safely before he stormed into his other car.

He was stymied. He had never left a woman unquenched nor himself. But he couldn't just make himself appease him when his mind was flooding with her—Leona. 

Why did the world forget such a treasure?

He rang his manager, still traveling on the clear luminous street. The growling of the clouds and the hustle of wind were an indication of the rain. 

"Did you get the information I asked for?"

"No. There's nothing about her. On the internet, the last article about Leona is about her being the finalist, after that there is not even a chuck of information."

Jimin's patience was now up to the wall. He heaved a cramped sigh, saying, "Keep trying. I am sure we will get to know something."

He could just sense that Wes was not entertaining the idea of him being all of sudden interested in Leona. But he wasn't going to back out. She had implanted the seeds of curiosity in him which eventually bloomed.

"Jimin, I still think we should let her go. She is not someone we should associate with. Her everything screams hazardous."

"Too late. She's already working with us. I need to know what made her run away from the country, based on that I will take the necessary decisions."

"So you just want to know about her for the sake of business, right?"

Partly, his mind chimed. "Yes."

"Okay. Just keep your distance. Your film industry career is at stake. And well, umm, I j-just-"

"What?" Jimin parked the car in the lot, instantly scaling off and treading up in his apartment. Wes was silent, trying to speak while his boss lingered to hear him out.

"I-I, remember I told you about my girlfriend?"  Chul hesitantly asked.

Humming in response, Jimin plunked on the couch and unbuttoned his shirt.

"So she," the nervous man cleared his throat, "She wanted to do it with me. Umm, b-but."

"Let me guess," Jimin sashayed into his kitchen to seize a glass of water. "You chickened out and ran away."

"Yes."

Jimin pinched the bridge of his nose, not understanding why Chul couldn't just accept it. "Man, I am telling you to rethink your sexuality an-"

"I am straight!" Chul hollered.

"Shut the fuck up and think rationally. You might be bisexual and there's nothing wrong with it or to be scared about. You are normal, so don't let your homophobic parents rub their toxicity on you."

"They...t-they wouldn't talk to me if they knew about this. They are already pressing me to get married, and you kn-"

Fury sprouted in Jimin's lungs like thorns and he torments the remote in spur. "Chul, fuck your dad. Sorry, but that's all I can say about a highly educated person you can't accept his son due to some oh-so-shitty reason. Anyway, one day they are bound to know and you are bound to accept yourself. If they disown you, I will take you in, man. My basement is always there for you."

"I..Am I supposed to say thanks? And honestly, stop freaking me when I haven't figured it out yet."

There was a considerable silence on another side, so Jimin pressed on, "Just think about your girlfriend, Piri a-"

"Her name is Poppy."

Rolling his eyes, Jimin resumed, "Think about her in a dirty way, if that turns you on then good. If not, then think about Ryan, if that makes you cum into your pants, great!"

"Th-that's, eww! Jimin, I ca-"

"Bye. Think about him naked for a better experience."

Disconnecting the call, Jimin tossed his phone on the love seat and settled back on the couch. His eyes racked over his densely silent apartment.

Again, he was alone, left in the chasm of his loneliness.

Not wanting to sleep just like that, he settled down with acrylic paints to complete the glass painting. His house was designed and painted by him. Currently, he was working on a huge fish tank cause he was experimenting with some interiors. Park Visions was widespread, it wasn't limited to just art but there were numerous departments within—The fashion illustration department, architecture department, interior designing department, and lastly the Art and sculptor department.

He was the director of all the departments, except Fashion illustration. His cousin manages that department.

"Can I hire her to do this for me?" the thought bridged in his mind. He would be honored if Leona sculpted something for him but he knew she wouldn't. 

After a while, the clanging of the doorbell interrupted his sweet time and the man was forced to crawl to the door with colors spattered on his bulky arms and body.

When he yanked the ingress open, the wind got knocked off his lungs.

"Jimin." The brown eyes teared up and the woman aggressively tucked her short thick waves behind her ear. Jimin couldn't move a muscle as he was so lost staring at her. 

"Chohee" he whispered.

Chohee sniffed harshly, trying to hold back her tears, and hastily stepped into his apartment. Before Jimin could say a word, her tiny hands wrapped around his frame and she buried her face in his chest.

The uneasy feeling scrunched his stomach, making his mind swirl and his heart pound. 

"I should have chosen you. You were right about him." Chohee stated, voice trembling against his chest and a few drops of tears smearing over him.

Jimin's blood dangerously scurried in his veins, building knots of tension, delight, and pain in the pit of his stomach. 

You should have. But you didn't. It's too late.

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Jimin was lost in the abyss of his mind. His thoughts were a muddled mess and he couldn't cull them out. The five cups of caffeine weren't helping either. The feeling of her soft embrace was remarkably fresh in his mind but it pulsated exceptionally wrong in his heart. 

"My mind! Can I just throw it away for a while?" he grumbled, putting away the stacks of papers.

Jimin was the woman he had always liked, ever since his childhood. She was his best friend, his first love, his first kiss. He loved her. There was no contradicting it. He loved her even before he knew what love was. And he did acknowledge the fact that now, his romantic feelings for her withered away. 

He was still holding on to the rotten strings. 

Now, she wants him. Why not want him when he wanted her? Why now?

Abruptly Chul hurdled inside the office with an appalled look. Jimin arched his eyebrows, silently asking for the reason for the rupture.

"You need to see this. It's a mess," Chul shook his head, giving him the IPad. 

Frowning, Jimin lowered his eyes to the screen to read the headlines, and the picture of a company burning fiercely popped up. The thick grey gas and scarlet flames rose in the dark sky and numerous people had gathered around. 

"What the hell ... Holy Shit" he trailed off, eyes bulging.