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synopsis: Dragged out of a two-week bedroom depression following a toxic situationship, you never expected your best friend Andrea to throw you directly into the high-society elite of Cheongdam-dong. You certainly didn't expect to catch the eye of the ethereal Park Jimin on a quiet terrace. But when his brilliant, commanding brother Kim Namjoon steps into the picture, a subtle, possessive rivalry sparks right before your eyes. Healing from an ex was supposed to take time, but navigating the magnetic pull of two of Seoul's most captivating men might just consume you entirely.
Your voice felt so small, and the slight tremble in your hands was nearly impossible to hide. You nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, looking down at your faux leather pants, suddenly unable to maintain eye contact with him. You were still in complete, absolute shock. Two hours ago you were crying in bed over a toxic ex, and now you were standing on a terrace in Cheongdam-dong with him. Your brain was completely frozen.
Jimin noticed. He took in your flushed cheeks, the way you avoided his gaze, and the tense posture of your shoulders. But instead of making it awkward, a soft, incredibly gentle warmth flooded his expression. He tilted his body slightly toward you, softening his voice to a gentle, encouraging tone so he wouldn't startle you.
“It's okay,” he chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling. “I don't bite, I promise. So... where are you from, Y/N?”
You swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing yourself to look up at his soft brown eyes. “I-I'm from Mexico.”
His eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise and delight. “Mexico? Wow, that’s incredibly far from here. What brings a Mexican girl to Seoul?”
“Work... and a bit of adventure, I guess,” you murmured, your voice growing a little more stable. “I’ve been living here for three years now.”
“Three years?” Jimin repeated, leaning his hip against the railing, completely focused on you. He looked genuinely impressed. “That’s a long time. Your Korean is really good, y/n!”
“It’s... okay. I can understand more than I can speak when I’m nervous,” you admitted, giving him a small, shy smile.
Jimin let out a soft, melodic laugh that instantly made the remaining tension in your shoulders melt away. He was being so patient, practically drawing the words out of you because he could see how terrified you were, yet he didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he seemed to find your shyness completely endearing.
“Well, you're doing great,” he said gently, switching his smooth voice into a slightly slower, perfect Korean just to test your comfort. “Are you here alone tonight, Y/N? Or did someone drag you to this loud place?”
“I actually came with a friend,” you said, switching to Korean as you offered a shy, honest smile. “I was just accompanying her, to be honest... I really didn't feel like coming tonight.”
You bit your lip, almost letting it slip that you had spent the entire day crying in bed because of a toxic three-month situationship. But you stopped yourself just in time. Does Park Jimin really deserve to hear about your pathetic dating life? Absolutely not. You cleared your throat, keeping the heavy details to yourself.
Jimin’s eyes softened, a knowing smile spreading across his lips. “Well, I’m really glad you decided to accompany her. I’m happy you came... otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten to meet you.”
Your heart did a dangerous flip at his words, the genuine warmth in his voice making your cheeks burn even hotter. To take the pressure off your nerves, you both started talking about the party’s music. You mentioned how much you liked the deep house and R&B tracks playing inside, and Jimin nodded along, explaining with a bit of a spark in his eyes how the DJ tonight was actually a close friend of theirs who always spun the best tracks for private gatherings.
“Your feet must be tired from dancing earlier,” Jimin noted gently, gesturing with his head toward the lounge area of the terrace, where a few plush, low-profile outdoor sofas were surrounded by ambient lighting. “Would you like to sit down and keep talking?”
“Sure,” you murmured, relieved to give your trembling legs a break.
You both walked over to a quiet, semi-private corner of the terrace and sat down. Away from the railing, the atmosphere felt even more intimate. For a few minutes, the conversation flowed a bit more naturally. Jimin asked you about your favorite places in Seoul and what you missed most about Mexico, listening to your quiet answers with undivided, polite attention. You were just starting to feel your shoulders relax when a tall shadow fell over your table.
“Ah, here you are, Jimin-ah. I was wondering where you disappeared to.”
You looked up, and your brain entirely short-circuited for the second time tonight.
