Dark circles lined Jimin's eyes when he stood up groggily from bed. His entire body ached and his hair was scattered in all directions. He casually looked at the clock on his bedside table. 8: am then stopped in front of his standing mirror chewing his bottom lip only to discover to his horror he was still dressed in the previous days clothes and wait! the time was 8: am. He was late!

He gasped furiously and started flinging his clothes off from his body before rushing to the bathroom and taking a quick shower. He was still so tired and his legs could barely carry him but he continued on. He couldn't afford to relax. He threw on a casual jumpsuit over his body as soon as he was out of the shower. He could simply change into new stylish clothes once he arrives at the company.

Soon after, his phones started ringing continuously. Jimin thought his head would burst from all the noise. Sighing, he picked up one of the phones not caring who it was on the other line.

"Sir?" Yuna said, her voice sounding clearly nervous.

"What is it?" He shouted. He didn't mean to yell like that but he was too nervous and prickly at the moment.

"Um sir, the models have yet to arrive!" she muttered in a small voice.

"What?" He yelled. "They where supposed to be there thirty minutes ago!"

"I know sir. I have been calling their agency yet nothing!"

"Are you kidding me?" Jimin scoffed running his hands over his hair tiredly. Why was this suddenly happening to him now? Things always used to go the way he planned. He never had sudden surprises creeping up all of a sudden until now. That is until Taehyung resurfaced back into his life.

"It's all because of that jerk!" he muttered under his breath.

"Sir?" Yuna whispered confusedly.

Jimin shook his head. "It's nothing. Keep trying their number. I'll be there shortly"

"Okay sir!"

The call ended and Jimin gathered his things in his arms and dashed out of the room unaware that his son was sitting on the dining table burying his face in his cereal. Ahjumma Doo min rushed after Jimin as he was racing towards the front door.

"Sir, Won't you stay for breakfast?" she said looking expectantly at him. He stopped and turned round looking at her through wary eyes.

"I'm sorry i...."

"Appa!" Mintae shouted holding up his gold medal for Jimin to see. His face full of pride.

"See what I got yesterday! A medal... " He shouted but one of Jimin's phones rang in his pocket distracting him. Mintae sighed heavily and hung his head as Jimin picked up the phone.

"Yes Hobi!" he said quickly. In a matter of seconds, he was yelling at the top of his voice.

"What? It will take twenty four hours?" he sighed biting his lips hard. He was in total chaos right now as he sighed heavily.

"Come to the office....yes now!"

He cut the line angrily and turned to Doo min. "I'm sorry, no breakfast!" he said and started to leave when he remembered something. He looked back and studied his son's brooding expression.

"Mintae, you did well. Appa won't be home early again today so make sure you behave and listen to Ahjumma" He whispered.

Mintae kept his head low, nodding. "Okay!" He said in a small tiny voice.

Jimin felt a tightness in his chest. He wanted to say more but there wasn't time so he sighed and continued his race out of his house. He ran towards the car. His driver came forward to do his job but he stopped him and held out his hands for the key. He hadn't the patience today to tolerate his driving. The driver gave him his key. He took it and entered his car then drove off at top speed.

Jimin may have broken a lot of street rules by the time he arrived at the company but he didn't care. As soon as he was inside the building, Everyone of the staffs behaved themselves accordingly as he walked past even though some where secretly whispering among themselves concerning their boss' shabby appearance. He got to his office and Yuna was waiting for him with his friend Hoseok. There was no time for pleasantries as he accepted the coffee Yuna presented to him.

"Yuna, how about the models?"

"They are yet to arrive" The secretary responded. He sighed and turned to Hoseok.

"And the shoes, is there really nothing we can do about it?"

Hoseok shook his head. "I'm afraid not. They will be here in twenty four hours minimum of fifteen"

"And we have less than twelve hours before the show begins" Jimin groaned and placed his hand on his head "This is a disaster! A disaster....it's all because of that jerk"

"Who?" Hoseok inquired.

"The new CEO of Bangtan shoes! He cancelled the contract yesterday"

Hoseok nodded knowingly. "But what about the models? How is that his fault?"

Jimin couldn't even reply. He was confused right now. Everything seemed to be at a loss. He sighed on defeat. There was only one option left.

"I'll cancel the show" he said finally.

"What? You can't do that!" Hoseok shouted.

"Then what do you suggest, that I embarrass myself in front of my clients?" Jimin added angrily.

"Let's try everything we can. You have spent so much time and money preparing for this event. You can't just cancel it"

Jimin looked totally outspent. "Well, I can and I will" He said.

Suddenly, Yuna recieved a phone call. After speaking for a while, she ended the call and turned to Jimin.

"Sir, someone's here to see you!"

"Who?"

"The CEO of Bangtan shoes. Mr Kim Taehyung!"

Jimin held his breath. Hoseok stared at him.

"The CEO?" he mouthed.

Jimin was shocked and confused. What the hell was Kim Taehyung doing here? He suddenly looked at himself. He was a mess and he definitely couldn't let his ex see him like this. So shabby and broken. Hoseok stared at him as he hurried to make himself look more presentable.

"What are you doing?"

"What?"

"Are you fixing yourself up for the CEO?" he said with laughter in his eyes.

Jimin laughed loudly. "Fixing my self for Kim fucking Taehyung? No way. It's just i don't want to look like a looser in the presence of the man who is responsible for the predicament I am in right now"

He said without pausing to take a break. He rearranged his hair and moistened his lips with a lip balm. He looked himself in the mirror beside his desk and nodded in satisfaction. He looked better by far. He sighed and sat on his chair.

"Send him in" he said to Yuna and the woman left. Hoseok stood up to leave the office.

"Let me leave you alone with Mr Kim Taehyung!" he said, sarcasm lacing his tongue.

Jimin rolled his eyes and Hoseok left. Few moments later, the door opened and Kim Taehyung entered dressed in an expensive white suit, the scent of his perfume filling the room. Jimin hated to admit it. He was gorgeous but his gorgeousness wasn't enough to throw him off his feet. He crossed his leg as Taehyung stood in front of him as if he were one of his models posing for him.

"You look terrible!" Taehyung said suddenly and Jimin blushed with embarrassment. Despite his effort, he wasn't able to rid himself of the stress prevalent in his appearance . He frowned.

"What are you doing here?"

"Won't you offer your guest a seat first!"

Jimin eyed him. "Well, you're not my guest and apparently, you're the last person i want to see right now"

Taehyung grinned but sat down anyway causing Jimin to scoff.

"I might be the last person you want to see but with the way i see it, I'm the only person who can help you right now!"

Jimin's eyes shot wide open. "What are you saying?"

Taehyung's eyes flashed as he folded his arms over his chest. "What I'm saying Mr Park is that despite you pouring a ten thousand dollars expensive wine on my shirt yesterday evening, I'm still willing to help you with your little problem if we strike a deal"

Jimin stared at the other man. He could clearly see the devious look in his eyes and knew for sure he was up to something but for now,  he was too desperate to care.

"What do you have in mind?" he said and with that one word, he had a nasty feeling in his guts that he had suddenly been trapped by the devil.

To be continued. Love you all