Till death do us part [ j.jk × p.jm ]

chapter 12

Jimin exchanged a worried glance with Namjoon before motioning for Mrs. Choi to enter. "What's the matter, Mrs. Choi? Is everything alright?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady despite the growing sense of unease.

Mrs. Choi hesitated for a moment before speaking, her usually warm demeanor tinged with concern. "I'm afraid we've run into a problem with the fabric shipment for the upcoming collection," she explained, her words hanging heavy in the air.

Jimin felt a knot form in the pit of his stomach as he processed the implications of Mrs. Choi's words. Without the necessary fabrics, their entire collection would be in jeopardy, along with their chances of success in the upcoming competition.

Namjoon stepped forward, his mind already racing with potential solutions. "Is there any way we can expedite a new shipment? Or perhaps source the fabrics from a different supplier?"

Mrs. Choi shook her head, her expression grim. "I'm afraid it's not that simple. The fabric we need is highly specialized and difficult to come by on short notice. We may need to consider alternative options if we want to salvage the collection in time."

Jimin felt a wave of panic wash over him as he realized the magnitude of the situation they were facing. With the competition looming closer with each passing day, they were running out of time to find a solution.

But as he looked around at his team – at Namjoon, Mrs. Choi, and the countless others who had poured their hearts and souls into bringing his vision to life – Jimin knew that failure was not an option. They would find a way to overcome this setback, no matter what it took.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Jimin met the eyes of his team, a steely determination shining in his gaze. "We've faced challenges before, and we've always found a way to overcome them," he declared, his voice filled with conviction. "We won't let this setback defeat us. We'll find a solution, together."

His words seemed to rally the team, their expressions shifting from worry to resolve as they stood united in their determination to persevere. With renewed purpose, they set to work brainstorming alternative options, exploring every avenue in search of a solution.

Hours passed in a blur of frenzied activity as they made phone calls, scoured suppliers, and brainstormed creative alternatives. The tension in the studio was palpable, but beneath it all was an unwavering sense of hope – hope that they could overcome this obstacle and emerge stronger on the other side.

Finally, just when it seemed like all hope was lost, Namjoon's phone rang with news that sent a ripple of relief through the room. "I've found a supplier who has the exact fabric we need," he announced, his voice tinged with excitement. "They're willing to rush the shipment to us, and it should arrive just in time for us to finish the collection."

Cheers erupted from the team as they celebrated their hard-won victory, their spirits buoyed by the knowledge that they had overcome adversity through sheer determination and teamwork.

As Jimin watched his team come together in the face of adversity, a sense of pride swelled within him. They had proven that no obstacle was too great to overcome when they worked together, united by a shared passion for their craft.

"I've missed you," Taehyung confessed, his voice a soft whisper as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist. They strolled along the quiet streets of Seoul, the city's gentle hum a comforting backdrop to their conversation. Jungkook chuckled, the sound mingling with the soft rustle of leaves overhead, as he affectionately tousled Taehyung's hair.

"It's only been one day, and you feel like it's been forever?" Jungkook teased, his tone playful as he enjoyed the warmth of Taehyung's embrace.

Taehyung gazed at him, a tender smile gracing his lips. "Of course I do. Just a minute without you feels like an eternity."

Jungkook's laughter rang out, a melodic symphony against the backdrop of the city's quietude, as he drew Taehyung closer, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend's shoulder. They walked in comfortable silence for a moment, the rhythm of their footsteps matching the beat of their hearts. Then, breaking the tranquility, Taehyung spoke again, his voice laced with curiosity.

"How was it at that charity gala yesterday?"

Jungkook paused, a fleeting shadow crossing his features before he composed himself, ready to confide in his boyfriend. He took a deep breath, the crisp evening air filling his lungs, before he spoke.

"Everything went smoothly at the gala, except for one unforeseen event," Jungkook began, his words measured as he recounted the events of the previous evening. "There was a fire in the kitchen, a sudden blaze that threatened to engulf the venue. Without hesitation, I sprang into action, aiding the staff in extinguishing the flames before the damn firefighters arrived."

Taehyung's eyes widened in shock at the revelation, his grip on Jungkook tightening involuntarily. "What? A fire?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with concern and disbelief.

"Yes," Jungkook confirmed with a gentle smile, his eyes holding a warmth that transcended words. "But we managed to handle it with the help of a few others." Leaning in closer to Taehyung, he tenderly brushed his lips against his boyfriend's forehead in a fleeting gesture of affection. Taehyung's lips curved into a soft smile at the tender kiss, a silent acknowledgment of the bond shared between them.

In the heart of Seoul's bustling streets, amidst the savory scents of freshly cooked fast foods and sizzling snacks, Hoseok, the lively college friend of Jungkook, found himself embroiled in another day of Bulgogi Bonanza business. As he deftly navigated the crowded kitchen, his ears pricked up at the familiar voice of Mr. Yang, the Bulgogi Bonanza's loyal customer and resident gossip aficionado.

"Ah, Hoseok, my boy! Have I got a tale for you," Mr. Yang exclaimed with a sly grin, beckoning Hoseok closer with a conspiratorial wink.

Intrigued, Hoseok leaned in, his curiosity piqued by Mr. Yang's mischievous demeanor. "Do tell, Mr. Yang. I'm all ears," he replied, his voice laced with anticipation.

With a dramatic flourish, Mr. Yang launched into his scandalous revelation—a tale of neighborly indiscretion that would make even the most seasoned gossip blush.

"Hoseok, you won't believe what I overheard last night," Mr. Yang whispered, his voice barely above a hushed murmur. "It seems our dear neighbor, Mr. Ok, has been keeping some rather... interesting company."

Hoseok's eyes widened in astonishment, his attention fully captivated by Mr. Yang's tantalizing tale. "No way.. Not Mr. Ok," he gasped, struggling to conceal his excitement.

But Mr. Yang nodded solemnly, his expression grave as he continued his tale of suburban scandal. "That's right, Hoseok. It seems Mr. Ok has been sneaking around with his secretary behind his wife's back," he revealed, his voice tinged with a hint of smug satisfaction.

Hoseok's jaw dropped in disbelief, his mind racing with the implications of Mr. Yang's shocking revelation. "Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath, unable to contain his astonishment.

As Hoseok processed the bombshell dropped by Mr. Yang, he couldn't help but marvel at the sheer audacity of it all. Life in the neighborhood had always seemed so ordinary, so mundane. But now, thanks to Mr. Yang's insider knowledge, Hoseok found himself thrust into the midst of a real-life soap opera—one filled with secrets, lies, and scandalous affairs.

As Hoseok absorbed the shock of Mr. Yang's revelation, a mischievous grin crept across his face. Despite the gravity of the situation, he couldn't resist the temptation to share the juicy gossip with his fellow Bulgogi Bonanza staff.

"Guys, you won't believe what Mr. Yang just told me," Hoseok exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement as he relayed the scandalous details of Mr. Ok's illicit affair.