"Baby, no!"
Cried Taehyung, holding her soft hand in his strong one as he sat beside her on the hospital bed.

She tried to look at him with blurry eyes .

"I_ am_ sorry_ I couldn't_ keep our_ promise__ "

Two tears rolled down her eye-corners as a weak apology escaped from her mouth, making his heart sink to the core.
He stroked her hair and tried to assure her.

"Everything's gonna be alright, I won't let anything happen to you."

Even he couldn't understand if he was assuring her or he was assuring himself.

A faint smile carved on her beautiful lips behind the oxygen mask as she shook her head slowly.

"I know... I don't have much breaths," She whispered, "but know this...even after my death, my soul will love you; forever..."

Her stuttering words ripped his heart.

"No baby, don't say that..."
He snivelled, keeping his grip tight on her hand. But none of his cries worked that time. He watched his life, his soul, taking last breaths and confessing for one last time.

"I_ love_ you_ "

And she closed her eyes slowly, leaving him cry for her like a child.

"No, Serena! Open your eyes." His lips trembled, "You can't leave me alone. Serena! I have no one in this world, don't leave me."

Shaking her shoulder, he cried like he had cried for his father twenty years ago.

"Why don't you see what will I do without you? Who's gonna love me like you do? Serena!"

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"Y/N!"

Your eyelashes quivered as you heard your name, making your eyes flash open a millisecond later. As soon as the realization hit you that the voice was none other than your Mom's, you sat up straight at once and held your spinning head; trying hard to not fall on your face now. She stood near your bed with a staid face, watching each of your moves.

You attempted to throw a fresh smile at her, no matter how much you wanted to throw up that time. You couldn't let your mother know how much you were drunk last night, little did you remember you were taken to your bedroom by her order.

"Yes Mom!"

You chirped, earning one silent stare from her and she spoke up afterwards.

"You should remember it's your first day at the office. And you should also remember that the timing is nine."

At her reiteration, you turned your head to the wall clock and your eyes bugged out as you saw that it was just a quarter to nine. Your head turned to her as she continued.

"Most importantly,you must not forget that your father is currently abroad and...Jimin hates tardy subordinates."

Your brows furrowed at her last words.

"Who says I'mma be a subordinate? And his?"

You scoffed with one brow lowered and one hiked, on which your mother winded up the conversation.

"Whatever. Get ready for the office before he gets furious at you again."

"When is he not!"

You rolled your eyes and got up from the bed.

And after almost an hour, when you reached your car in the porch, you found the driving seat empty.

"Mom!" You shouted for her, "where's my driver?"

"Namjoon has left the job and flied abroad."

Standing at the doorstep of the hall, she answered, only to turn your face into a frowning one.

"What? Why?" You inquired, on which she sighed before replying.

"Ask Jimin. Anyways, you can go with your Dad's driver."

"Hell!"

Cursing under your breath, you threw your head back and stomped towards the servant quarters.

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"What do you want, kid?"

Standing outside 'The Park Industries' , said Yoongi irritatedly, observing that six feet tall kid from head to toe.

"A job, " He replied with a humble smile, "I want a job."

"Why don't you contact the boss? I'm not the one." Yoongi replied, earning a cheesy grin from him.

"But I know you can be the way to him."

Yoongi turned himself to him at his words with a small tilt of his head.

"First of all, tell me, didn't you find any other place to go in search of job? Secondly, tell me how I am the way to Boss?"

"Surely," He cleared his throat before saying loudly, "there were a lot of places where I could go to search a job for myself. But I know Mister Park treats his servants the best of all. Plus the salary is better than others, that's the reason. And secondly, I know you can take me to him because I know you are working with them for almost eight years and you are his most trusted man."

Yoongi poked his tongue to his inner cheek and listened to him silently. Before he would drag his inquiry, a yellow Lamborghini entering the enormous gateway caught their attention.

"Sir."

He turned his head towards Yoongi as he mumbled lowly. Yoongi took a step towards the direction when he again called him.

"Hey bro, won't you help this poor?"

At his humble begging, Yoongi heaved out a sigh and threw one silent stare back at him for a moment before saying.

"Okay, follow me."

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His head was dug in a file as he checked the statistics for their upcoming project when a low knock grabbed his attention.

"Come in."

He said, his eyes still fixated on the papers in the file.

Min Yoongi, the personal secretary of Park Jaemin, opened the door slowly and stepped in with quiet feet, leaving the door open for the figure coming behind him.

"Good morning, Sir."

Trying to keep his raspy voice as smooth as possible, he greeted Jimin.

And when he lifted up his head to greet back his father's PS, his brows knitted together as he found a stranger face behind him.

"Who's he?"

At his inquiry, Yoongi first looked back at him and then, turning his head to Jimin again; he cleared his throat and spoke up.

"He needs a job."

Jimin's eyes ran up and down at his strange appearance. His face told a quite different story from his dressing. Not from a single angle of his face did he seem to be seeking a job for himself. But yes, his clothes_ kind of_ demonstrated that he was from some lower middle class society. An old floral shirt on an old jeans made him realize he needed it.

"Okay, where's the CV?" Jimin questioned at Yoongi's reply, "Leave your CV. We'll call you when you're needed."

At Jimin's order, he gave Yoongi a pleading look and nudged him in the ribs to speak up in his defense. Yoongi passed him a death glare for crossing the frankness level, and spoke up again.

"Sir, he's not here for office work. He's not that much qualified.  "

Jimin again turned his head to him and after another long, satisfying look on him; he asked.

"Are you dumb?"

"No, Sir." Replied Yoongi at once and immediately shut his mouth when found Jimin's glare at him.

"I asked him," He said, and Yoongi gave a slow nod instead of a word. Turning the angle of his gaze, Jimin continued.

"So...are you dumb?"

He gulped before replying.

"No."

"Then let your own tongue do the work."

Jimin commanded, earning a small, nervous nod from him in return.

"So..." Jimin began again, closing the file and throwing it on the front table, "If you're not here for office work, what kind of service can you give us?"

"Sir, I can do everything. I can cook, I can do washing, I can do the cleaning..."

He went on in one go, making Jimin smile uncontrollably at the thought that all he told was women's work; but he didn't interrupt him in his skill-explanation.

" -I can also do the gardening. And yes, I also have a driving license- "

The door slammed open, causing a pause in that weird interview and revealed a boldly dressed Y/N. All three of them turned their heads towards the direction and all three of them went still.

She got closer, making her heels hit the floor with a pride, and ignoring Yoongi and the new guy_ she put both her palms on the front table and stood in front of Jimin.

"Where is Namjoon?"

She questioned, earning a snarling glare from him in response. Completely ignoring her question, Jimin, trying to keep his volume at minus, spoke through his teeth.

"What. The. Hell. Are. You. Doing. Here??"

"Wow!" She muttered sarcastically, " Don't act like an idiot. I know you told Mom to send me to the office 'cuz you know I hate it here."

"Are you in your senses? Look at your dressing. You think I would like you here in this almost-no-top and that fuckin' miniskirt? Don't you know such dressing is not allowed here?"

He snarled, earning a hard eye roll from her in return and she pinned the matter to the point from where it began.

"Whatever! Just tell me where the hell is my driver? What did you do to him?"

"He is paying for the vitiation you created last night."
He fumed at her, on which her face turned in a frown.

"What did I do?" She queried, absolutely not remembering anything about last night.

"I'll let you know at home. Get lost now."

He dismissed the matter, and completely ignoring her presence, he turned all his attention to the male he was interviewing earlier.

"I'll be seeing you, Jimin."

Exasperated to her peak, she put one last death glare at him with a warning and stomped out of his office.

"You were saying something?"

Jimin spoke up, grabbing the male's attention who's mind was still stuck in the girl just entered like a bluster and went like a hurricane.

"I- I said I have a driving license. I can drive very skillfully." Shrugging away his thoughts, he completed his sentence.

Jimin, for a couple of seconds, drowned in his thought as he heard him. With eyes squinted, he watched him silently before finally speaking up.

"Alright. But first you have to go through a trial. If we find that you can drive neatly, you'll be hired as a permanent driver."

"No problem, Sir. I'm sure you won't have any complaints from me." He replied with a voice full of excitement and happiness. A slight smile carved on Jimin's lips and he nodded his head in response.

"Okay, you can come to your job."

At his approval, the guy turned his gaze to Yoongi with shining eyes. Jimin's voice again caught his attention.

"Did you see the girl just came here?"

"Yes, Sir."
He said with a voice dipped in a little confusion.

"You're gonna be her driver."
Jimin told him on which his eyes widened at once.

"Oh my God!"

He mumbled to himself and Jimin who was preparing himself to go through another file, stopped his hand in the midway.

"What?"

"T- Thank God, I said thank God."

A weak lie escaped from his mouth as a stutter but he managed to cover his condition when Jimin nodded with a low hmm and turned his attention to the file again.

"You may leave now."

"Thank you very much, Sir."

He turned as Jimin got himself busy with the files, but his feat once again stopped when Jimin called him again.

"That's quite strange. I didn't ask your name yet." Said Jimin, on which he turned back to him and cleared his throat before replying.

"Kim Taeho."

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to be continued...