Park Jimin is tearing his hair out.
His estate has turned into a hotel, and the one man he vowed would never reside under his roof is clogging up his halls and getting on his nerves. The arrival of her enigmatic ex, however, is exactly what Hahm Yun...
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Christmas Eve, 2019
Perfecting a tie knot was an art.
Many a day Jimin took pride in his appearance, but today, he'd specifically picked out a red and green accessory because it was his first Christmas with Yunhee, and he couldn't wait to see her gush over the sickeningly sweet gesture.
It was his idea to head out on a last minute date, but now she waited for him in the living room while he showered, shaved, and changed into a suave suit. Any second, he would hear her shout up the staircase like a foghorn and order him to get his peachy behind downstairs.
Knot wrapped to precision, Jimin fastened his shirt cuffs with the two gold buttons and slipped into his jacket while shimmying closer to the mirror to inspect his chic, black hair.
'Nice-'
'Jimin!'
The colour drained from Jimin's cheek, the panic in Yunhee's voice almost unmanning him as his eyes zipped to the door.
That was no ordinary call.
Swiping his Raptor off the nightstand, Jimin bounded out of the bedroom in a blind panic, his terror mounting as he raced along the landing and took the stairs two at a time.
An enemy must have broken in. They were here to eliminate him. Worse, they were here to abduct his girlfriend in exchange for money.
Ready to put a bullet in the intruder who dared invade their home, Jimin barrelled into the living room with his gun aloft, but came to a skidding halt when he found no immediate threat.
The seven foot tree decorated with tacky tinsel and baubles, the gift-wrapped presents beneath, the pinecone wreath and festive lights draped across the mantelpiece.
Everything was in order.
And then there was Yunhee, standing next to the sofa with glittery antlers poking out of her head. There wasn't a trace of blood on her, no immoral doppelgänger fondling her assets with a shit-eating grin.
She appeared to be absolutely fine.
Relief swept over Jimin, replacing the deep fear that something terrible had happened to her, but after giving him the fright of his life and almost dying of a heart attack, the relief very quickly transformed into boiling fury.
He was going to kill her.
'What the devil are you playing at?' he bellowed as he marched towards Yunhee with a ferocious expression. 'You can't just-'
Jimin stopped dead, his anger fizzling to guilt when Yunhee launched a green and red hoodie at his chest. He watched it fall to his feet with a plop, grimacing when he saw the discoloration on the front before he lifted his gaze to hers with a sheepish smile.
'We talked about this,' Yunhee reproached.
'We did,' Jimin said as he holstered his Raptor with a nervous laugh. 'Darling-'
