Chappy 1 (1/1)

*Read the foreword if you haven't :)It was a long day for Jimin, meetings and presentations for his next company project was tiring as always. Pulling up his sleeves and loosening his neck tie, he plopped down onto the leather vintage sofa in his office and immediately fished out his phone to call Chaeyoung, his beloved girlfriend."Hey baby, I missed you," she cooed in the other end of the line."Missed you more, babe," he responded. After a lovey-dovey chat with Chaeyoung, Jimin was leaving to go to her place. Having his assistant, Jeon Jungkook, a fresh-college graduate drive the company car for him for the trip. The younger boy happily obliged to his request and they were now stuck in a traffic not far from the company building. And that was why Jimin didn't want to drive ;) Jungkook, a young boy who initially had no plans for his own future was thrilled when Jimin offered him the spot, he'd climb up from the bottom to reach a higher position in the company rather than nothing."Mr. Park, I'm -" "Kid, its hyung," Jimin said casually for who-knows-how-many-times from the back seat. He liked how Jungkook was showing respects but decided to drop the formalities as the months past by."Aha, right, Jimin-hyung I want to FUCK-" Jungkook's words were cut off short when the car they were in was hit from the back. Both lad had their eyes bulged wide open. Luckily there was no injuries or whatsoever. Jimin lazily went out to confront the clumsy driver.Your grip on the steering wheel tightened till your knuckles turned white. Face turning pale in fear when the passenger from the car you just hit came out. Frankly you weren't clumsy in any way, just that the old metal junk you're driving was losing its break fuel, and the condition of the traffic didn't help in any way. A long list of bills and payment flash across your mind, and Minwoo's pre-school bills needed to be settled by the end of the month, to pay for the damage you have caused for the expensive Mercedes in front would probably cost around, you know, your pay for the whole year!A knock on the window snapped you out of your thoughts. You got out hastily to apologize to the man"I'm so s-sorry, sir I lost control of the vehicle, I know this shouldn't be used as an excuse, I-I'll pay for the damage and-and. . ." realizing the man stood rather quietly behind you, you decided to turn around to make eye contact and stop waving your hand frantically between the two cars.You furrowed your brow in confusion as the man was now taking in your features rather unashamedly from head to toe. Hair in a messy bun, loose fringes stuck to the forehead, a hint of heavy make ups which seemed to be smudged away, a large coat wrapping your small figure but failed to cover your sides as the belt was loose, to reveal a shiny miniskirt under them. Stilettos. "Fuck, Min-ie where are you going in those?!" Jimin was furious but his voice hinted he was hurt, only that you didn't notice of course. You face twisted in disorientation after realizing IT IS PARK FUCKING JIMIN. How dare he turn up in front of you just like this?! This man was supposed to be away from this country! How in the world. . . "Look, I have somewhere to be, I'll pay for the damage," you tried to come off as harsh as possible while turning away to rummage your handbag. He scoffed."From the looks of it, I don't think you can afford to pay," This boiled up your blood."I'll pay by installments," you gritted your teeth."Give me your phone, sweetheart," you glared at him for using such endearment but passed your phone either way.  "I'll call you," he clicked his tongue and turned on his heels.Your head was spinning in disbelief and humiliation as you drove down the road ahead. He saw your old-fashioned flip phone, there was a crack on the screen! Your mind was too clouded in thoughts that you didn't even think twice when passing the phone to Jimin. He saw your worn out handbag, which has patches on the bottom. He saw the old metal junk you drove, he saw your clothing, he saw YOU! This was bad."Mommy, you're wate(late). . . as alwaysh(always)," the little boy sulked alongside you. Your grip on his small hands tightens as you tried cheering him up with promising lies, just like that person used to cheer you with"Awh, baby, mommy had work to do. . . Mommy will try to be early next time, okay?""Thats what you said wast(last) time. . ." Minwoo, your 6 year old child muttered under his breathe, you could hear him but didn't intend to scold him for now.*a week later**ring ring*"Hewwo?" "Min-ie, its Jimin,""Ahjussi, nuguseyo?" Jimin squinted his eyes at the question and asked"Who am I speaking to?""Stranger danger, I'm not tewwing(telling) my name," the little boy giggled at the other end of the line and a soft smile crawled its way up Jimin's face at the innocent boy's action."Ish(Is) this mommy's friend? Mommy is shleeping," Jimin had to digest the word 'mommy' for a bit. After a short pause, he questioned the boy once again,"If mommy is asleep, wheres daddy?"