The already tired man ran his delicate fingers in his black soft locks, as Jimin entered his house after unlocking the white front door. His home sweet home, which lack sweetness of smiles and cherishing love.
Jimin was rich, wealthy and powerful, but just among his own company, as being the CEO of Park Co-operation was delighted, but yet still he needed someone to hold his heart, except the maid that he had in his big yet lonely walls which screamed royalty. To held his soul. To make him feel lively again. He lack true love inside his own self and now, when he found it, he could not turn back. He made a decision to gain her at any cost.
With a sigh, he sloppily dropped himself upon one of his comfy couch that his living room owned.
Jimin's house was big, not huge but big enough. Instea
