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After the fight with Y/N, Jimin dragged himself to Jin's office, feeling incredibly defeated. He never really talked about his feelings and he couldn't help but feel frustrated over it.

Of course Jimin cared about Joon Min, he just didn't know how to show it. He has basically been living on his own all his life. He never received any parental attention or love. It was natural for him to be unable to show affection. Jimin never had anyone to look up to, as his parents weren't good role models either. Ever since he was young, they never had time for him. Instead they were always busy doing their own things, and when he was old enough, they just gave him all the responsibilities of Park Company. At least that is what he does best.

Grandma was also never there for him as she was busy handling Park Company. When he was younger, Park Company had lots of problems. She simply had no time to pay attention to Jimin amidst all the chaos. Nobody ever cared about his life back then, so why is everyone pushing themselves into his personal business now? All the sudden they think it's okay to control his life and his feelings, and that annoyed Jimin greatly. 'Why now? Why does everyone care so much all the sudden?' Jimin thought to himself, sighing deeply.

"What is happening to you?" Seokjin eyed Jimin worriedly, who was sitting in front of him, eyes closed while massaging his head. He looked like he was in deep thought, eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Jimin has never felt loved, nor has he ever loved anyone before. But now his mind could only think of Y/N. Sitting upright, he looked at Seokjin. "Let's get a drink"

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Y/N stirred awake to the sound of her phone ringing.

Groaning, she reached over to grab her phone desk, checking the caller ID. 'Who the hell is calling me at this time?' She muttered. She was finally having a decent rest for the first time in a few days but it was already being interrupted. The bright phone blinded her momentarily as she tried to focus on the name on the screen.

'Jimin'

Y/N immediately sat up, startled. It's the middle of the night, why is he calling all the sudden? A million thoughts ran through her head. 'Should I answer?' she hesitated. Her finger hovered over the answer button. Taking in a deep breath, she sighed. 'Fuck it.' Y/N pressed answer and put the phone to her ear. "Jimin..."

"Y/N, it's me." Y/N blinked in confusion. It wasn't Jimin's voice. Staying silent momentarily, she thought about it for a while before finally recognizing the voice. "Seokjin?"

"Right, did I wake you? Sorry to ask this of you but can you come and pick Jimin up?"

Y/N pulled the blanket off and pushed her tired body off the bed, standing up. "What happened to him?" she questioned, slightly worried.

"He is drunk, we're at the bar downtown. I can't drive him home because my wife is feeling unwell and she asked me to go home now. But if you don't have time then I will call Taehyung...." Seokjin's voice was somewhat hurried.

Y/N hesitated a bit. "Alright, I'll go now, please send me the address."

Hanging up the phone, she hurried to change her clothes. Throwing on a coat and a pair of boots, she grabbed her car keys and walked to the garage.

Plugging the address into the GPS, Y/N pulled out of the driveway. She has never been to the area before, but Jin was thoughtful enough to ask a waiter to stand outside the bar and wait for her arrival. Pulling into the parking lot, Y/N approached the man standing in front of the building. " Mrs Park?" he asked.

Y/N nodded. "Where is he?"

"Mr Park is in there, come with me."

Y/N followed the waiter to a private room. She couldn't help but be shocked by what she saw. Inside the room, empty bottles littered the table and even the floor. Amongst the mess, Jimin lay on the sofa, unconscious. It was clear that they drank a lot of alcohol.

Jimin had his eyes closed, his arm slumped over his forehead. Beside him lay his coat which he had taken off. Y/N noticed that Jimin had unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, exposing his collarbones. His tie was missing, but Y/N was unable to find it anywhere.

Y/N approached Jimin, looking at him. She never noticed how much more attractive his sleeping face was. Without his cold eyes and constantly annoyed expression, he looked serene like an angel. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she shook him lightly. "Jimin. Jimin wake up." Jimin only groaned slightly, before going silent again. Y/N sighed. It looks like he has no intention to wake up.

"Do you need me to help carry him outside?" The waiter offered.

It would be hard for her to carry him by herself. She nodded, looking at the waiter apologetically. "Sorry to trouble you." He cast her a quick smile, before helping her carry Jimin to the car.

Driving back to the house in silence, Y/N glanced at the rear view mirror, observing the sleeping man behind her. Jimin leaned against the window, unmoving and still sleeping like a rock.

Y/N knew that Jimin had high alcohol tolerance. He rarely got drunk. To be unconscious like this, how much did he have to drink? Y/N shook her head, confused. 'Why would he drink this much anyway.' She wondered.

Arriving at Park House, she decided not to wake the maids to come and help her because it was late at night, and basically all of them were sleeping already. Pulling Jimin onto her back, she grabbed his muscular arms and wrapped them around her neck, holding them firmly. She groaned uncomfortably. He was not easy to carry at all.

Dragging him upstairs, Y/N barely made it back into the room before collapsing on the bed, taking Jimin down along with her. Her body was aching considerably, not used to the level of physical exertion. She looked at the man who was slumped over her and rolled her eyes. She pushed Jimin off her before rolling to the side, breathing deeply. Y/N turned her head to look at Jimin's handsome face again, who was still sleeping peacefully despite just being flung onto the bed. Wiping her sweat, she sat up and massaged her arms and shoulders before heading into the bathroom.

Wetting a clean towel, she returned to the bed and started wiping down Jimin's face and hands gently, cleaning them. Y/N sighed helplessly, putting down the towel. She wondered if she should change his clothes or not, hesitating. "If I don't change his clothes, he would feel uncomfortable sleeping right?" she muttered to herself. Her hands were already at his collar. Before she knew it, she was already unbuttoning his shirt. Y/N felt her face get warm, a blush creeped up to her cheeks. She mentally cursed at herself for thinking so inappropriately about an unconscious person. 'We've already done everything there is to be done, why am I blushing over changing his clothes?' She thought to herself.

All the sudden, a hand grabbed her wrist roughly, squeezing it. Y/N almost jumped out of her skin in fear. Raising her head slowly, she gulped nervously. Her eyes met a pair of beautiful, dark ones. Jimin looked into her eyes silently, not saying a word. Y/N could feel her heartbeat hike immediately, beating furiously. She was almost scared that Jimin could hear it.

She could see through Jimin's eyes that he was indeed, very sober.

Embarrassed, Y/N pulled herself away from Jimin, trying to free her hand from his grip, but it was too late. Before she could process the situation, Jimin had flipped their positions, pinning her down onto her bed roughly. He brought her arms above her head, pressing his body onto hers.

"What are you-"

Before Y/N could say any more, soft, plump lips were forced upon hers, shutting her up. Her eyes widened, shocked by the sudden contact.

Jimin's kisses were rough and demanding, almost as if he was desperate for her touch. Y/N clenched her fists, wanting to push Jimin away. She tugged at her arms, but he only gripped harder, making her wince slightly. Pulling away from the kiss, Jimin looked into Y/N's eyes. His dark eyes were full of desire, staring at her like he wanted to eat her up. Y/N felt her body burn up; the way Jimin was looking at her made her more nervous by the second.

Y/N felt out of breath, looking up at Jimin angrily. "Park Jimin, you pretended to be drunk!"

His eyes narrowed, smirking slightly before leaning in so Y/N could feel his breath. "No, I'm really drunk." He whispered into her ear.

Y/N's heart was beating so fast she thought it would leap out of her chest. She struggled a bit, failing to move. Jimin had her completely pinned down under him and there was no way for her to escape.

Breaking eye contact, she turned her head to the side. "You're lying. Get off me."

Jimin looked hungrily at Y/N's neck, her soft and flawless skin dangerously exposed to him. Lowering his head, Jimin leaned in and placed a kiss on her neck. Y/N shivered at the feeling of Jimin's soft, warm lips on her skin. His ragged breath danced lightly on her neck, causing goosebumps to appear all over her body.

She closed her eyes tightly as Jimin pressed his lips against her neck again. And again. Losing herself in Jimin's kisses, she felt like she was going to go crazy. Suddenly, she was brought back to reality as something warm and wet dragged against her skin. Y/N bit her bottom lip harshly, stifling a moan. Jimin licked and nipped on the soft skin of Y/N's neck, enjoying the little reactions he was getting out of her. The warmth and wetness of his mouth was making her dizzy.

Leaning away from Jimin, she tried to avoid his touch. Jimin smiled into Y/N's neck, amused by her futile methods to escape. Kissing his way to her ear, he bit her right earlobe softly. "You're not going anywhere tonight Y/N."

Y/N was at a loss for words. Jimin was different tonight. Unlike all the other times, he was even more aggressive now.

He moved downwards, licking and kissing her collarbone, and continuing down to her breasts. He pulled her sweater up over her chest, exposing the valley of her breast as he continued licking and kissing her skin there.

Y/N had been biting on her lips so harshly that she could taste the faint taste of blood in her mouth. She had broken the skin on her bottom lip, but she was too deep into the pleasure that she didn't feel the pain. Jimin's tongue continued moving over her skin in a sinful way, making a mess out of Y/N.

His teeth traced her delicate skin before stopping and sucking harshly at the skin above her breasts. "Jimin!" Y/N gasped loudly, clenching her fists. Jimin let go, admiring the dark hickey he had just created.

Y/N froze, feeling herself heat up. Jimin's hard member was poking at her.

"Y/N, I'm really drunk." Jimin breathed raspily, snuggling his face into the crook of her neck.

"I don't believe you." Y/N felt suspicious of this man. Those were not the eyes of a man who was drunk. Jimin knew exactly what he was doing.

Using his free hand, Jimin clutched Y/N's face and turned her to face him. He looked deeply into her eyes. Y/N's mind went blank. There was an indescribable pain and sadness in Jimin's dark eyes. He had an expression on his face that was unlike any she had seen.

"Then tell me, If i'm not drunk, why can't I stop thinking about you? Your face, your voice, your smile, your laugh, everytime you're angry at me, even how you look when you cry. Why can't I think about anything except you?" Jimin spoke quickly, his voice breaking.

"Tell me, why?"

Y/N only stared back at Jimin, dazed. She felt the need to look away, but his hand still clutched her face tightly, not letting her. She felt her chest clench tightly, having never seen Jimin act this way before.

In this moment, Y/N thought that if she and Jimin had met on good terms, maybe she would have easily believed his words. Something like this would have moved her, and she may even be touched. But it wasn't all that simple.

This man's eyes were too seductive. When he gazed at you, it would make you feel that you are the woman that he loves. He would make you lose yourself in his eyes until you feel like you're the only woman in the world.

It was an illusion of love.

But Y/N had been through a lot with Jimin. They met on bad terms, and stayed on bad terms. She couldn't bring herself to believe that this man could possibly feel love towards her.

Closing her eyes briefly, she sighed. She looked back at Jimin coldly. "You really are drunk then, because I'm not Seulgi."

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