When was the last time he spent the night at a woman's house and didn't fuck her?

The answer is never. Sex was always on the table if he was involved with hot chicks. He had slept over at Leona's house before, but this was different. He didn't expect to wake up with the watermelon essence in her hair and have her encased up around him like a baby koala. Her head was tugged in between the hallow of his jaw and shoulder. He had his veiny arms secured around her, his cheek pressed on the top of her head, and her tiny hand clasped over her battering heart. Her breaths were even but hot and it simmered his sink. His cock acted up. How did they even end up cuddling?

Knowing that she would freak out and probably kill him if she discovered them snuggling, Jimin slipped from her grasp and left, not before planting a kiss on the top of her head.

Yes, something was wrong with him. 

That was three days ago, and he still hadn't seen her. According to Ryan, she was busy with her launch painting and preferred doing her work at the house rather than at the company. Even Jimin was busy with contact shoots, company work, and trying to find excuses to see her. 

He still couldn't come up with one. 

Jimin stepped into the hospital room, and all the wind was knocked out of his lungs. His mother like usual was perched like a beautiful lotus on the white sheets. She seemed to be engrossed in reading a book, not sensing his presence yet. An avalanche of emotions rushed through, making it harder for him to breathe. The feeling wasn't new to him. He always felt that dull pain when he visited his mother. 

"Hey, mom," He smiled, flashing the breakfast that he had cooked for her. He had been visiting her more frequently because words couldn't describe how scared he was to lose her. Seren heaved her head and a smile glowed on her pale face, cracking her lips.

"Jimin." She kept the book aside, and Jimin recognized the book as one of her favorites; Anna Karenina.

She looks paler. More fragile. The bereaved blue sea crammed his heart as Jimin embraced her a hug, keeping his hold slack. He was afraid to even squeeze her tight in his arms. And very cold. Specialists gave him and his father the words that there is nothing they can do. He had to accept that she was slowly deteriorating, he had to watch her fading away.

"I am okay, Jimin." Seren rubbed his back up and down, slightly patting his chest to reassure him. She always said that but he wasn't going to buy it. Mothers are professional con artists when it comes to swallowing their pain and pretending to be okay even if every bone in their body were shattering.

"Of course you are." He blinked his eyes to unshed the tears and broke the hug, grinning at her.

"Of course, they give me the medicines which taste like bathroom cleaner and poop." Seren flaccidly chuckled.

"As you have tasted them," He commented, checking the drawers to make sure the medicines are ample.

"Maybe, I did o-"

"Mom, please. Don't be so gross." He grunted, crunching his nose.

"Hey young man, don't gross your mother. I am the one who had changed your gross diapers and c-"

"Say no more!" He held his hands up. "I got it."

Chohee chuckled. "Your dad is on the third floor, in the pharmacy. Chohee acc-"

"What? Chohee?" he asked, surprised. 

"Yeah. She had been visiting frequently. She was here right before you came." Seren licked her chapped lips. "She broke up with her boyfriend, right?"

Jimin nodded, feeling stuffed and not wanting to talk about it and his mother understood. A knock on the door interrupted their conversation and Hanwool stepped in.

"Hey son," his father greeted with a sunshine smile. "Hey baby," he greeted his wife, pecking her lips.

"Wow, and I only get a half-hearted 'he son," Jimin scrunched his face. "You two can never keep your hand off of each other."

"You wouldn't have born been if I had kept my hands to myself. Anyway, the condom broke which blessed us with you," Hanwool stated, snuggling an arm around Seren who slapped his chest.

Jimin rolled his eyes. "Mom, tell your husband to not mess with me."

"Wifey, tell your son to piss off so we can have privacy and continue to where we left."

Jimin smiled, eyes gleaming with mischieve. "You know, there's a very handsome doctor in here, I heard he is single."

Seren glowed. "I saw him. He dropped by yeste-"

"You what? Okay, this isn't a joke anymore. Who's that fucking bastard? He needs a reality check, and wait a sec." Hanwool dramatically gasped, " Why the hell you aren't wearing your ring? Oh go-",

"Dad, don't be such a drama queen. I might puke," he rumbled.

"Exactly, as if I would ever leave you for another man. No one stands a chance," Seren smiled at her husband, who intertwined their fingers and placed a kiss on the back of her hand. There was so much love in their gaze, that one could look at them and state these two are crazy for each other.

"I love you, Seren. A lot." And like leaves whispered in the chilled hopeless night, his father whispered those words just for his mother to hear, but he heard them too and it killed him. If any person would nearly die after Seren leave, it would be his father. Jimin was the creation of their immense love for each other, he had witnessed their unconditional love. They fought as many couples did, but would one would always apologize and the other would always embrace. His mother stood firm beside his dad, supporting him, loving him, scolding him, she was his strength, his weakness, his peace, his first love, his sin, his home. One would look at another and everything would just wither. Park Hanwool was a cold bastard to the word but a soft puppy when it came to Seren. The woman was his sanity and his love for her was enough to drive him to the edge of insanity.

Only if Jimin would rewrite the stars of their love. But not every journey has a destination. Some love stories are all about the journey they travel together, knowing their destination would never be the same.

He stood in apprehension, wanting to let them spend their time together. "I need to leave. I will stop by later."

Jimin kissed his mother on her cheek. "Eat well, okay. And don't forget your medicines." He turned precipitously and hugged his father. "You are the best, dad," murmuring, he abruptly left.

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His car rolled on the crusty land as he scurried out of the automobile. Chul greeted him as soon as Jimin stepped out of the elevator.

"You have nothing on today's schedule, just an online meet at eight in th-"

"Not now." Jimin impatiently marched towards his office.

"Leona isn't here."

"What? Why?" He hurled in the questions like bullets. "It's the fourth day that she didn't show up at work."

"She said she is meeting someone important. And-"

"Who's more important than work? Is she meeting a man?" A pang of jealously struck him by just imagining her meeting some other man rather than him. "That can't be. She hates the male population."

Chul heaved a sigh. "Seriously, Jimin you are acting like sixteen years old lovesick teenager. And I don't know who she is meeting, but..."

Jimin arched his eyebrows, silently asking him to proceed.

"Chohee is waiting for you in your office," Chul murmured and Jimin's nerves cracked.

"I wasn't going to let her in b-"

"It's alright," Jimin cut him off and darted straight to his office. He drew a deep breath and threw the glass-tinted door open.

The slender woman turned her head and cast him a gleaming smile.

"Hey," Jimin simply said, trying his best to be at ease. But his guts were slashing in red alert. He trekked over to his desk and gestured for her to take a seat.

Chohee settled across him, gliding her fingers through her chocolate lush locks. Her red painted nails gleamed in the crisp golden rays, that matched with her crimson tight dress. 

"I was waiting for you since hour," she cackled, smiling wide as the sliver of cleavage was directly in his sight.

 Clearing his throat, Jimin peered straight into her eyes and smiled back. "I was busy."

She sighed, squinting her eyes. "With Leona?"

Jimin's eyes snapped to her, but he sustained silence not wanting to justify himself.

chohee sighed, tugging the wavy strand behind her ear. "You don't know her, Jimin. You don't even know what you have gotten yourself into. I was so flabbergasted when I saw you two ki-forget it."

"Do you know her, Chohee?" He asked in puzzlement. It made no sense that Chohee recognized her. 

She gaped at him with a hazed look, as if she drifted in some flashback. He saw something flickering in those brown benign eyes. "I do. And as you said we are best friends, I am cautioning you. Drop her. She's nothing but bad news. I am pretty sure at least you know once she was in a beauty pageant contest and she was thrown out. If media captured you with her, your career is going to roll into slivers of dust."

There was animosity and wickedness in her tone, but also fear and resentment that abrade tangles in Jimin's stomach. He shuffled closer to her amidst a look of a torrent. "Stop making her sound like a fucking trash." 

His tone was harsher than he intended but he didn't oversee. He knew Leona the way no one did, and no one will.

Chohee's face scrubbed over with dismay and she twitched her head. "Jimin, how did she even trap you? Is she one of the women you are sl-"

"Chohee, you are crossing the line." The veins in his neck burst hard as he glared at her, clenching his jaw. 

Chohee chuckled, touching her forehead with her palm. "God, Jimin, look at you. You never talked to me like this. You never ignored me before. You never had another woman in your office. Y-"

"You are making a fool of yourself, right now. I respect you. We already had this conversation that day when you saw us kissing. I don't know how you know her and why you do, but I don't care. Even if you tell me something related to Leona, I wouldn't believe it. Honestly, I am commencing to acknowledge that you carved my attention and our bond meant shit to you."

"Jimin, I am warning you about her. It's for your good," Chohee insisted, keeping her hand over his. But respectfully, Jimin shrugged it off.

Thistles of pique smoldered his skin and he calmly loosened his tie.

"Either tell me what's up with you and Leona. Or you may leave," he sternly stated and like an atrophied flower, her face fell.

Hesitantly she stood and cast him a small smile. "You don't have to know that. But just know, that she isn't right. Not for you."

Jimin blankly stared at her retreating figure, pondering over how Chohee and Leona knew each other.

Hours passed by and he couldn't get any of his work done. His eyes would constantly dart over to his phone, hoping for her text or his office door, thinking Chul would come and inform him that Leona is here.

When his patience ran thin, he just rang her.

"The number you are trying to call is currently switched off, please try again later. Th-"

"Why in the world is her phone switched off?!" Agitated, he strode to Chul's and Ryan's joint office.

But those two men were pacing around in dread too.

"What's going on? Ryan, where's Leona? I can't reach her since morning and I haven't seen her for three days."

Ryan shook his head. "I don't know. Even I am trying to contact her. She left in the morning saying she would be back soon, but she is not even picking up the calls." His hands were almost shaking as he spoke.

"Is something wrong?" Jimin's concerned voice echoed.

Ran let out a humorless chuckle. "If Leona is out of our vision, we should be scared. Really scared."