Hye Jin

This dude is hitting me with emotions I never signed up for. I mean, when he dropped the line "those stunningly eyes, my darling," I couldn't help but do a happy dance (obviously mentally ). He's just so shamelessly charming, from his infectious smile to his sneaky closeness to me, and even the way he holds himself like he's the king of the world. It's like his body language speaks for himself .

This might be some sort of dayling spell he threw at me.

I need to technically force myself to look at the door of TAE's bedroom (as in the language of that guy ) that flies open revealing two dominant males barging out.

Taehyung smirks as my jaw hits the expensive floor, and casually remarks, "Oh, you're in for a treat, my friend. This deal is like a buffet of benefits." He winks, as if he's got a secret stash of goodies.

That wink and his cheeky boxy grin are like a magic card that never fails.

"Alright then, let's get this show on the road." I say pressing him to speak,

"Introducing this fine gentleman, Park Jimin."

Finally, a name to put to the face.

"And this lovely lady," he gestures towards me, "is Hye Jin, not Wang So Hee. She's a moonling with more aliases than a spy. One of them happened to be Wang So Hee." Is he planning to spill the beans?

"Hey, I trusted you to keep that under wraps," I say, catching a soft chuckle from Jimin.
"Anyway, no need to worry because his old dad is the hybrid you're after. And here's the kicker, Jimin here is his pet Phoenix. But, for some mysterious reasons he may or may not share, he's out to get dear old dad. So, since you both have the same target, why not team up?"

The idea isn't half bad, especially since I have no intention of involving the mayors or asking for their help.
But there's another thing, how can I trust him when he's his own son?

But then, a lightbulb moment strikes me,

PARK JIMIN, where have I heard that name before?
Son of the hybrid? Ding ding ding!
And just like that, it all comes flooding back.

A torrent of bygone reminiscences inundate my mind, causing my heart to descend into a sea of emotions.
The gentleman was of such immense value to me that the mere thought of losing him was unbearable... and now, he has returned to my existence.
Curiously, he appears to have no recollection of our shared past.
But now, as I observe him from a distance, it is clear that he is either acting like he doesn't know me or he has forgotten everything somehow.The past memories continues to flood my mind, reminding me of the love we once shared, the memories we created together. It is both a blessing and a curse, for while it brings me solace to relive those moments, it also intensifies the ache in my heart.

I find myself torn between wanting to hold onto the past and accepting the reality of the present. It is a constant battle between nostalgia and the desire for closure. How can I let go of someone who was once so significant in my life? How can I reconcile the fact that he has returned, yet has no recollection of our shared past?

And now, everything falls into place. His scent, his smile, his eyes, every aspect except his face. It has transformed... becoming more beautiful, yet I yearn for the youthful Jimin I once knew.
I long for him.
Lost in my contemplation, I am abruptly interrupted by distant sounds...

"Now you exposed me too." Jimin winces.

Taehyung chuckles saying, "let's have the dinner here together and discuss our plans."

"What am I going to say to mayors?" I say
"What am I going to say to my dad?" Jimin says
We speak in unison as I turn my head in his direction. He is giggling.
Our eyes meet and I could see his eyes.

Jimin's eyes.were siren just like how I had seen them the last time.

Ok, no more drama or else I'll start wining (more on the fact that he doesn't seem to recognize me since my face is the same unlike his changed one than on the fact of remembering my past)

His eyes are glistening as he giggles the talk out. Is he seriously laughing after almost killing me with some hurting facts?
Taehyung replies looking at me , "I'll tell the mayors that you've come here to meet me and I'm holding you back for dinner, and about you " he says looking at Jimin , " manage it somehow " .

Jimin sighs and leaves the room going in the porch taking out his phone from his pockets .

To be honest, I'm at a loss for how to respond. It's as if he treats me like a complete stranger, and it really hurts. It's painful to remember that we were once in love and never wanted to be apart, but circumstances never seemed to work in our favor. I longed more like craved for his presence and everything felt terrible when he left me. However, his return doesn't make things any better.
It could be that he moved on or fell for someone better ...... Or worst , he
The thought threatened me to pluck my heart out of my cardiac cavity.

I used to love him... that Jimin.

But that's all in the past now.

I release a deep sigh, hoping to let go of these thoughts as I exhale.

Taehyung turns to me and says, "Hey, I'm heading to the kitchen to prepare something for dinner. Make yourself at home. You two can talk about yourselves if you want to, while I attempt to make something edible." He flashes a wide smile.

I give him a tense smile .

He departs for the kitchen while I settle down, fully absorbing the harsh reality of the uncertain and painful circumstances unfolding before me. The situation feels so surreal that it evokes a range of emotions within me - the urge to cry, bite my nails, shout, tear papers, or simply retreat into a deep slumber where nothing matters anymore.

Suddenly, Jimin enters the room and takes a seat beside me. I can't help but notice that his demeanor remains unchanged since our last encounter. The curiosity within me becomes overwhelming, and I can't resist the temptation to inquire if he is putting on an act. I yearn for answers, so I cautiously ask him, "So... has your relationship with your father improved since then?" Uncertain if this is the appropriate question to ask in this moment.

He gazes at me with a perplexed expression, as if questioning how I am aware of the situation. Simultaneously, his face also reflects confusion, silently pleading for an explanation. However, I dare not broach the subject of his father - the one who brought devastation upon me, him, numerous children, countless business entities, the economy of Moonland, and even his own life and that of his wife and my parents.

"Um... what? I mean, did Taehyung mention something?" No, wait... does he genuinely not remember?

"No, dummy, you did. You revealed many things to me," I respond, attempting to force a faint smile that demands answers. Yet, it appears that neither of us possesses the answers we seek.

"Huh?" It seems he truly has forgotten, as his familiar expressions, which I know so well, fail to deceive. Consequently, I steer the conversation in a different direction, "Uh-umm- I was just joking," I say, mustering a small laugh.

"Your sense of humor is quite personal," he remarks with a casual shrug.

Is that a problem? I yearn to ask him, but I decide against it.

"So... I have a plan," I begin, fully aware that I do indeed have one for myself.

First, I must forget that he is Park Jimin.
Second, I must remember that we have joined forces for a reason.
Third, I must refrain from delving into his past.
Fourth, I must urgently devise a plan to share with Jimin, as I just mentioned having one to alleviate the tension within my mind.

He looks at me with sparkling eyes, silently urging me to continue with a nod.

We will proceed with multiple steps, but let's establish a plan first. Initially, we must monitor his movements and daily routine, tracking where he goes and what he does. Secondly, we need to gather information about his plans. Since you are his son and likely live with him, this task should be easier for us. Thirdly, we should identify the individuals he frequently contacts. By examining his call history and the people he meets regularly, we can gain valuable insights. Fourthly, we will disrupt his support system by threatening or blackmailing those he relies on. This will help us understand his vulnerabilities. Fifthly, we will create a scenario where he appears to have an accidental cyanide poisoning. However, if you do not wish to harm your father, please step back promptly, as I have no intention of causing his demise after me. He has caused enough trouble in this place and deserves to be held accountable.

He chuckles and says, "I have been raised by my father only to realize that my life's purpose is to kill him. So, I am on board, dear."

Deep down, I feel a sense of satisfaction that he hasn't lost his determination yet.

"So... why are you targeting my father?" He interrogates me.
If he intends to keep his motives hidden, so will I.
"Sorry, darling, that's not a priority on my to-do list." Surprisingly, the word 'darling' slips out effortlessly from my lips.

Aish, he has changed. I need to regain control over myself.

"Alright, first, we'll have to skip classes, and for that, we'll need to bribe the faculty. By the way, this will require a substantial budget." I say being quick to decide.

"Okay, let's split it fifty-fifty."

"I'm fine with that too."

"Tomorrow, we'll approach Mrs. Crayson and bribe her."

"Yes, and then we can begin. You'll assist me in recording his calls and monitoring his car, among other things."

"Alright, I'm in, my lady," he says, flashing a smile that has been causing a recent surge of desire within me.

" Moving forward, we must establish some guidelines." I exclaim to avoid any discomfort for me atleast in the future.

"And what will those entail?"

"My first stipulation is that we refrain from openly flirting, let's have some decorum."

"That's up for discussion, not yet agreed upon," he smirks.

"We have a limited budget, so we need to be frugal."

"Sure, I don't flaunt my wealth, so I can manage to be a bit thrifty," he responds, sporting his designer Dior attire and Rolex watch.

"Lastly, as a moonlander, I am accompanied by all five mayors and we only have three years to reside here. We've been here for two already, so we need to act fast."

He nods in agreement.
Knowing he's a fellow moonlander, I cautiously inquire about his arrival and assistance, pretending not to know. "Are you also from the moonland?" I ask hesitantly, unsure if he wants to disclose his identity.

"Yes," he responds skeptically, questioning my discretion.

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Date of release : 12/11/23
Date of next update : 21/11/23

(It will be a long time since I have to help my mother , she got a surgery so .... I hope you understand .)