› ✶ 𝗚 𝗜 𝗩 𝗘 𝗠 𝗘 𝗔 𝗕 𝗔 𝗕 𝗬 . 𓈈 〻 ⾦
In which Park Jimin, the guy who saved you and your brothers lives from a fire years ago, now wants something in return.
And the thing he wants is nothing other than...
...you...
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"Okay. Just give them the new winter collection and tell them they can answer us whenever they want." You told your assistant, Chloe, who was standing in front of your office desk, writing down the things she should do told by you.
The girl nodded, "Anything else, Mrs Park?" She asked.
"No. My schedule for the day is done, I believe?" You asked as you shut your computer down and tidied the surface of your desk up.
"Yes, everything is done."
"Alright, I'll be heading home now. You can leave after making the call that told you. You may leave."
As Chloe bowed her head and left your office, you stood up and took your coat and handbag before leaving the building of your fashion house.
Today is Sunday, means that you don't have that much work like the other days. It was one thirty when you drive back home. You turned off the engine and opened the door, the chilly breeze making you shiver a bit but the sun was warm enough for you not to freeze.
When you entered your house, the two maids greeted you. You walked up for your room immediately, taking off your dress and wearing the hoodie you liked the most. On one of the bookshelf, you grabbed the dark purple colored book and a pen, the walked to the bed and sat on it.
You opened the book and stopped on a blank page.
Dear diary, I'm so glad that I get to write on another page of you.
I'm sitting on our bed right now, no one is home expect me and our maids. The kids are at school.
You know what I can smell right now?
His cologne. I'm wearing the black hoodie of his. The one he was wearing the night he came back for me and told me that he loves me. [That's chap22 if y'all don't remember]
I just can't but feel attached to this piece of clothing. Not to mention that it only makes me miss him more.
I wish he was right here, hugging me and giving me love like he always did.
Everything is perfect here, the kids are going to school everyday, they eat, they sing, they sleep, they play. I go to work and come back home, do the household works with the maids and cook foods for us.
The only thing missing is him, Jimin.
An excited knock on the door broke your little bubble, and you closed your diary book. You wiped off the tears you shed while writing and cleared your throat. "Yes?"
The door opened and your 10 years old babies came in, both rushing to you and almost killing you by throwing themselves on you; hugging you.
"Mommy!"
"Welcome home, my sweethearts. How was school today?"
"Good good!" Seoyeon chirped. "You know who took us back home today? Uncle Tae!"
