Jimins POV:

I looked after Yoongi as he drove away. Why do the words he said hurt so much? "Jimin?" someone asked me quietly. I looked in the direction of the voice. Hoseok and Tae looked at me worriedly. "Come on, let's go dancing again," I said curtly. "Jimin, don't you want to go home instead?" I shook my head. "No. I want to dance." I went back into the club. The next day, I sat in front of the computer and wrote a description for one of our new products. There was a knock. Tae. "Hyung, I've just received a call. A client is interested in our product and asked for a meeting." I continued typing and said without looking at Tae: "Tomorrow, 10 a.m." Tae nodded and disappeared.

Namjoons POV:

Jungkook, Hobi and I entered Yoongi's office. "Hyung, Flowers, the perfumery, has contacted us. We have an appointment there tomorrow at 10am." Yoongi nodded and stood up. "Where are you going?" "The marketing department suggested a new idea to Dad and he likes it." "And what's that?" asked Jungkook. Yoongi turned to us and undid a button on his shirt. "If the future CEO acts as a model." "Oh, the customers will like that," I said. Jungkook grinned. "Not just the customers. Certain competitors too." I giggled. "What are you talking about?" Yoongi asked coldly. "About Jimin, of course. Yoongi, there's something between you." "I don't know what you're talking about," Yoongi said dismissively. I sighed and said: "Yoongi,you and Jimin likes each other."

Jungkooks POV:

"That's nonsense. If you'll excuse me now," Yoongi replied coldly and disappeared. "He's lying," I realised. Namjoon snorted. "Of course he is." "I have an idea, hyung, but I need your help with it," I said with a grin. Everyone looked at me curiously. "I'llcall Tae and tell that Yoongi wants to talk to Jimin about yesterdayurgently." Hobi snorted. "That's not going to work. Tae's protecting Jimin like Jimin's his child." Namjoon said, "We'll let everything take its natural course. If they're really meant for each other, they'll find each other again." Hobi grinned. "But a little coaching won't hurt either."

Jins POV:

We entered the Flowers perfume company. The CEO approached us, beaming with joy, and bowed. "We're delighted that you could make it, Mr Park. If you will follow me," he said to Jimin. He led us to a meeting room. I stood rooted to the spot when I saw Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook. "Min Make-Up? What are you doing here?" I asked, confused. The three of them looked at us in surprise. "The Flowers company asked us for an meeting," Namjoon replied, his eyes fixed on me. "And why are you here?" Namjoon gave me a friendly smile, which totally threw me for a loop. "We're here for the same reason," Tae said, looking at Jimin, who was just staring at Yoongi. Tae stepped up to Jimin and mumbled something to him, which brought Jimin out of his stupor.

Taes POV:

I looked at Jimin, who was staring at Mr Min as if mesmerised. I took Jimin's hand and bent down to Jimin's ear. "Chim, you stare at Mr Min and everyone sees it." Jimin came back to the here and now. "Well, let's not lose the courtesy then," Namjoon said, extending his hand in greeting. I shook hands with everyone. I saw Yoongi and Jimin shake hands and flinch. Before anyone could say anything, the CEO stepped in. "Thank you again for coming. Well, we invited you because we would like to sell one product each at our perfumery. However, we don't want them to look like competing brands, but rather like harmonising ones."

Yoongis POV:

I looked at him. "And what exactly do you have in mind?" "We were thinking of a photo shoot with Mr Park and you together with your products." "Our fathers never allow that," I said immediately. "Well, your father realised that there would be some extra attention for Min Make-Up. So he agreed, albeit reluctantly." I looked at Jimin, "Are you okay with this?" Jimin nodded. The photographer greeted us. "I'm Minju, your photographer. If you'd like to follow me, please." The photographer turned to the others. "And you go and have a coffee, please." I nodded to my friends. "Chim...," Tae began with a sceptical look on his face. "It's okay, Tae. Go," Jimin said firmly. Two young women approached us. "If you could please follow us for the make-up application."

Jimins POV:

"I'm Lina, Mr Park, and I'm going to get you ready for the shoot," Lina introduced herself in a friendly manner. She gave me an outfit that was very skimpy. I raised my eyebrows. Lina grinned. "Trust me on this one. You'll look incredible in it." After a while, I stepped into the photo shoot room where Yoongi was waiting for me. Wow! Yoongi looked simply gorgeous. "Ah Mr Park. You look great. Come on," said the photographer. I stepped up to Yoongi. "You look good, Mr Min." Yoongi looked deep into my eyes. "It's just us here. You can call me hyung or Yoongi." "All right. Mr Min, please stand a little behind Mr Park... great," said the photographer and started taking photos. "Mr Park, please relax."

Yoongis POV:

I pulled Jimin to me by the hips and we both turned towards each other. "Jimin, it's all good. No rivalry. Relax." I lifted a hand to Jimin's cheek. "Look into my eyes." "Very good!" the photographer praised us. I pulled Jimin closer to me, but when our skin touched, we both got an electric shock. "Change position!" the photographer shouted and showed us what he had in mind. Jimin and I knelt down one behind the other. Jimin had the perfume in his hand and sprayed it on his neck. I had my arms wrapped around Jimin's hips, put my face in the crook of his neck and sniffed his neck. Jimin lifted his hands to his hair and rested his head on my shoulder. The flashes of the camera lit up our faces. My hands unobtrusively travelled down Jimin's chest. I heard Jimin moan softly.

Jimins POV:

His hands felt so good on my skin that I couldn't suppress a soft moan. Nervously, I looked up at Yoongi. The corners of his mouth twitched knowingly. I sat down on Yoongi's lap and picked up the perfume. Yoongi's eyes flashed as if to tell me that he had heard my soft sound. "You're doing great!" the photographer praised us. Yoongi couldn't stop himself from grinning. I became furious. Who does he think he is? Slowly, inconspicuously for the photo crew, I began to gyrate on Yoongi's hips. I felt Yoongi freeze. Yoongi's breath hitched. I bent down to Yoongi's ear. "Revenge is sweet, Yoongi-hyung." I emphasised the Yoongi-hyung.

Yoongis POV:

"All right, that's it, thank you very much. The pictures are great." The photographer and the assistant left the room to look at the pictures again in the next room. I stood up and looked down at Jimin. "Let's go," I said in a commanding tone that brooked no argument. I took Jimin's hand and pulled him into the changing room with me. "Mr Min," Jimin began. I pushed Jimin against the changing room door and rested my forehead against Jimin's. "I need you, Jimin." I looked deep into Jimin's eyes. Carefully, I approached Jimin and placed my lips on Jimins. I kissed Jimin gently. I broke away when Jimin didn't move. "Sorry," I said softly and turned away. I ran my fingers through my hair and started to get dressed. "I have to go. See you soon, Mr Park."

Jimins POV:

I stared after Yoongi. I didn't know why, but I was sad. There was a knock. "Jimin, are you there?" asked Tae's voice. I stepped out to Tae, who smiled at me. In the office; 2 weeks laterAbsently, I looked out of the window. Dad stepped in. "Hello son, are you okay?" I nodded. "How was your shoot with the Min heir?" "It was okay, Dad," I said curtly. Dad told me something, but I didn't listen to him. "Jiminie?" Dad asked quietly. "Huh?" I was startled out of my thoughts. "Are you okay?" Dad repeated. I nodded and stood up. "I have to go, Dad." I took my keys from the car and drove to Min Industries. I approached the reception desk. "I really need to speak to Min Yoongi."

Jungkooks POV:

Hoseok, Namjoon and I were sitting in Yoongi's office. "How was the shoot, hyung?" I asked. Yoongi clenched his fists. "It was good. Dad will be happy," Yoongi said. "And how was your time with Jimin-hyung?" I continued to ask. I heard Mr Min say outside, "Mr Park, my son is not available. You'll see my son in two weeks at the Flowers event." There was a pause. "And now I'll ask you to leave our building." "Why is Jimin here?" I asked sceptically and looked at Yoongi. "Yoongi..." Hobi said seriously. Yoongi stood up and looked out of the window. I walked over to him and saw Jimin looking up at Yoongi's office, confused, distraught and completely lost in the wind.

Hoseoks POV:

Mr Min senior stepped into Yoongi's office. He held a few pictures in his hand. "Your pictures are going down well with the competition, but I still hope the campaign plays into our hands." Yoongi nodded, but continued to look out of the window. "And Mr Park was here. He wanted to see you. I stopped that immediately, of course. It's not good for you two to have anything to do with each other." Yoongi nodded. "Yes, Dad." Mr Min stepped out of the office. Yoongi looked to me. "Hoseok, you have to help me. No one can see us doing it though." I nodded. "What is it hyung?" Dad stepped in again. "One more thing: we found out that Mr Park junior likes the same sex. Please make sure he doesn't use his charm on you."

Taes POV:

I stepped up to Jimin. "He's not coming, hyung." Jimin looked towards the entrance. "Come on hyung, let's go," I said. We were driving to Jimin's flat when I received a text from Jungkook. I looked at Jimin with a smile, "We're taking a little diversions." I drove to the address Jungkook had sent me. "Tae, where are we?" asked Jimin, confused. I pointed to a posh restaurant. "We, or rather you, are now enjoying a classy, discreet date." Jimin became sad. I smiled. "Go in, you'll enjoy your date." "Tae, I just want to go home," Jimin said. There was a knock on the window. Jimin yelled out. Jungkook opened the door. "Jungkook?! What are you doing here?" asked Jimin in a high-pitched voice. Jungkook smiled. "Who do you think organised your date with Yoongi?"

Jimins POV:

I hurried into the restaurant with a pounding heart. A waiter greeted me and led me to a separate room. I caught sight of Yoongi, who stood up when he saw me. Tears of relief ran down my cheek. "Yoongi," I breathed. "Hello Mr Park," I was greeted stiffly. I swallowed. My heart tightened when Yoongi called me Mr Park. I looked at the laid table. Yoongi stepped towards me. He was wearing a fine sacko, emphasising his slim, athletic figure. He looks stunning in it. Yoongi pulled out a chair for me. "Have a seat, Jimin. Let's have something to eat." "Mr Min, what's that?" I asked quietly. Yoongi smiled at me. "Some people call it a date I've heard." I blushed. "But our dads...?" Yoongi smiled. "Are they here?"

Yoongis POV:

I looked at Jimin seriously. "Jimin, I'm not going to ask you anything about Park Industries. I want to know more about you. Jimin, what do you do as a hobby?" Jimin smiled. "Inventing new make-up products." I laughed. Jimin looked at me and said, "You look like a cat." I looked at Jimin indignantly. "A cute, attractive cat." I grinned and leant forward. "So you think I'm cute and attractive?" We started to eat. Jimin and I laughed a lot and fooled around. I stiffened when I caught sight of a reporter. "Jimin, take the water glass and empty the glass in my face." "What?" asked Jimin. "Reporter," was all I said.

Jimins POV:

I understood immediately, stood up, took the glass and poured the water over Yoongi. "My dad was right. I should stay away from you." I left the restaurant in a playful rage. I received a message from Yoongi. "I'll meet you at my flat. I live in XXX." I called a taxi and drove to Yoongi's appartement when I received a new message from Yoongi: "My code is 45371." I hurriedly entered Yoongi's appartement, but before I did, I checked to see if anyone was watching me. I took off my shoes and went into the living room. I laughed when I saw a picture of Namjoon, Jungkook and Hoseok. The picture said: Happy Birthday Yoonkitty.20 minutes later, Yoongi entered. I looked up. "I'm sorry for the bad date." I grinned. "I thought it was funny." Yoongi stepped towards me. "Did you think so?"

Yoongis POV:

Jimin ran his fingers through my hair. "You should dry your hair before you get sick." I stepped towards Jimin and stroked his cheek lovingly. "What are you doing to me?" I murmured. "What do you mean?" Jimin asked innocently. "Jimin, you're seducing me," I said in a raspy voice. "Not true at all. I just don't want a cold to knock out my favourite rival," Jimin sulked. Jimin looked at his watch and sighed, "I should go." "Okay," I said quietly. I walked Jimin to the door. "See you soon, Mr Park," I smiled. I went to close the door, but Jimin stopped me. "Jiminie, what...?" I began, but got no further. Jimin had his arms around my neck and was kissing me.

To be continued...