Chapter 1

❝ We meet again.❞

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"You look beautiful, Yona." my cousin complimented me with widened eyes as soon as I stepped out of the room. I staggered slightly with the heels I wasn't comfortable in, and started squirming around in the black lace dress that stuck close to my body.

She goes to work magic on my hair, turning it from a whippy mess to a gorgeous pin-up. My lips curved into a smile, slightly impressed at the elegant curls that framed the sides of my face.

"You look ridiculously hot, but don't you steal my mens. You know I'm a sucker for lookers.." she trailed off, dancing around my chair as she pondered over the celebrities that are going to attend the party. Anna absolutely loved hot guys. Except the ones she dated all turned out to be notorious jerks. And even after all that, she still doesn't heed my advice.

"And do you know the famous Park Jimin is the host of the party? He never shows up, but I bet he is a panty dropper for sure - and can you hear my ovaries explode? Oh my god."

I automatically tuned out her voice, reading through the magazine where this Jimin was featured. From the pictures, I can already tell that the words Anna spoke was the truth. He was attractive, intimidating, and extremely hot. Not to mention, he probably owns more sports cars than I have my toy cars.

"I know, there are hot men. But I'm only here to keep you out of trouble - I don't want you to end up like Frozen's Anna who attempted to marry a random prince." I scolded her, handing over her clutch.

I felt obligated to protect naive Anna, since she was of a high social class. The men that flocked to her was attractive, but mostly scumbags after her money. It kills me to see her hurt.

"Okay. I won't marry a random man tomorrow. I promise." Anna wraps her pinky around my finger, and I raised my eyebrows questionably.

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Soon, we arrived at the party that was located in a magnificent villa. My poor and discounted self started to feel unfitting to the atmosphere, clinging onto my cousin for help. My anxiety got worse when men in thousand dollar suits begin to start conversations with us, leaving me dying inside.

"I'll get a glass of wine, so go and socialise, pumpkin." Anna fled the scene, turning her back on me. I was left alone amongst the fancy people, like a lost child in a walmart store.

As if it wasn't bad enough, the same man from earlier decides to chat me up, asking which family I'm from, and how I was invited. The nervousness in me peaked.

"I have to say, even though it's the first time I met you, I'm mesmerised..." He snakes a hand around my waist, and I rushed to push it off, but to no avail. He continues to bother me until I finally unleashed the inner bitch inside of me.

"Don't touch me, you f**cker!" I dumped my wine onto his face. He stares at me incredulously, unable to speak another word. Serves you right, bastard.

I retreated to the balcony outside because of the pairs of eyes that glared. Whatever they gossiped, it wasn't my concern. I needed to get out of here fast. Where the heck is Anna?

"Shit, it's so cold." I shivered from the cold blast of wind that hit me directly, sending goosebumps in my skin. It was freezing outside, and I'm in a lace dress with nothing else on top. I'm so screwed.

"Here."

My eyes darted from the scenery to a blazer that was placed in my line of sight. When I turned to look, an audible gasp escaped from my lips. It was Park fucking Jimin.

And Anna was right. He's a looker, maybe the best out of the ones I've seen in the party. And may I add, a young millionare.

I put my focus away from his face and forced myself to bow, accepting his blazer. As soon as I wore it on my shoulders, he gave me a look I've never seen on someone before.

Jimin's silver hair seem to gleam under the moonlight, illuminating his face. I studied his built posture as he leaned comfortably on the balcony, eyeing me closely. Is this man seducing me?

"Yona." He calls my name, and I perk up. I was still in a trance until he approaches me, loosening his top button in the process.

Our eyes locked for a moment before I realized he was leaning close to my body, both his arms on my sides. Eventually he stops when his chest touches mine, leaving me breathless and confused.

"Do I know you?" I asked him, and his curious eyes boiled down to sadness. The gleam was no more, and he gazes at me, slightly disappointed at my question.

"We met once, but I think you have forgotten." Jimin runs a hand across his hair, whilst licking his dry lips. This had a major effect on me. How do I not remember a hot man like that?

"Im sorry...I don't really recall. Maybe you've got the wrong person?" I told him, but his juicy lips curved up into a knowing smirk. Images flashed in my mind as he made that expression, and it becomes all too familiar.

"No, I haven't. You are my first love, you see."

With that, I was more shocked than ever. I even choked at his words.

"What?"

"First love, Yona. It's been five years." He explains, and I get a recollection. Five years ago, I met a very different looking Jimin. He was a student in my class, with very little presence. The only friend he had, was me.

The first time we talked, was in the silent classroom at night. Both of us left our books under the table.

"I met you in a midsummer's night, and since then, I've been in love..." he says to me in a flustered manner, occasionally adjusting the collar of his sleeve. I examined his face slowly, taking in every feature of his, and I was soon overwhelmed with disbelief.

Park Jimin. A young millionare, paired with gorgeous looks and outstanding talents. It wasn't surprising that many females flock to him, however, he's infamous for his lack of interest in a relationship; even going as far as to describe him as gay. Even I had believed the articles. And now, he's standing in front of me, confessing with sincererity in his eyes.

He slips a hand on my cheek, and I flinched slightly from the cold touch of his fingers. Jimin's eyes were like a glacier, piercing through me deeply, but something in it was soft and warm as he gazes at me intently. When I wanted to say something, his ethereal features distract me again. He's almost similar to an ice prince that I've seen in a book. Strikingly handsome, cold and alluring...

"You don't have to answer me immediately, but I wish for you to stay for one night...at the very least."

I felt myself swallow a huge gulp when he pulls me closer, our bodies now pressed together. It made my breath hitch from the way he held me in his arms, as if I was something valuable to him. For someone like Jimin, it was a big deal that he's invited me to stay overnight.

I begun to feel my cheeks heaten up, so I bury it in the shadow of his shoulder. He chuckles slightly at my troubles, and gently guides my chin to face him.

"I'm taking that as a yes. You don't have a choice, anyway. I'll keep you here if I need to." Jimin's eyes flared up, and it gave me a shudder. Although he seems to be serious about his feelings, he almost seemed obsessive.

He was someone I have not seen in five years. For the five years I lost, he's changed so much. And due to that, I questioned my ability to be able to accept his somewhat unhealthy possessiveness towards me.

What are you thinking? He's not that into you. I slapped myself mentally, trying to make sense of his forcefulness earlier. He's intending to keep me here, for one night, right?

And how wrong I was.