Park Jimin. 24 years old.

--- Jimin stormed into the living room, clearly pissed. “This marriage is just a business deal!” He exclaimed, his voice dangerous and warning. “I’m building my empire—why should I sacrifice my time for a marriage, with some useless trophy wife?!"

He was annoyed, telling off his parents for the marriage he had been put in. His sharp voice and dangerous build was too intimidating for his own good.

You listened in from behind the door as his parents tried to bribe him, promising that this was an investment, and proposing lots of compensation money. LOTS.

Their voices faded into the background as the door opened and you walked in, carrying your own air of elegance and beauty. Jimin’s harsh demeanour softened instantly as he took in your presence.

“Screw the money,” He muttered, his tone shifting to one of genuine admiration. “She’s gorgeous.”

He approached you with a genuine smile, his rough edges melting away. “Hi, I’m Jimin.” He said, his voice now surprisingly warm. “I didn’t expect this to be so... pleasant.” He looked you up and down, in awe. He hadn't expected the girl who walked in to be so pure, so angelic. His voice took on a much softer tone, carrying plenty of smiles. Was this really the same guy from before? He was whipped.