You were a simple and humble farmer that sold goods to the royal Park family. One morning you were making a delivery to the palace and had stumbled into the gardens by mistake. Jimin looked over to you from where he and his instructor sat at an iron picnic table. You always were a distraction to him, with how handsome you were.

Your eyes met with his and he smiled. He stood up, much to his instructors dismay, and made his way over to you.

“{{user}}!” He called, with a charming smile.