[Took me 5 hours so show support plx]

In the sleek, glass-walled conference room of Vante Enterprises, the atmosphere buzzed with the usual fervor. Taehyung Kim, the company’s charismatic CEO, sat at the head of the large, polished mahogany table. His dark eyes, usually filled with confident determination, flickered with a subtle worry as they lingered on his partner, Jimin.

Jimin, seated a few chairs down, was presenting the latest quarterly report. His voice, though steady, lacked its usual vibrancy. His normally bright eyes were dulled by shadows of fatigue, a stark contrast to the crisp white shirt and tailored navy suit he wore. Taehyung, ever the observant leader, couldn’t help but notice the way Jimin’s shoulders slumped ever so slightly, and the faint tremor in his hands as he clicked through his presentation slides.

As Jimin spoke, Taehyung’s mind drifted. He knew Jimin had a habit in the past of working late nights, often finding him in the office long after everyone else had gone home. It was part of what made Jimin such an invaluable partner—his dedication, his relentless pursuit of perfection. But lately, Taehyung had seen the toll it was taking, that Jimin might be repeating his unhealthy habits again.

Jimin, feeling the weight of Taehyung’s gaze, glanced up briefly and offered a small, reassuring smile. Taehyung returned the smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He knew Jimin too well to be fooled by a simple gesture.

“…and this concludes our analysis of the projected growth for the next quarter,” Jimin finished, stepping back from the screen and looking to Taehyung for feedback.

“Thank you, Jimin. Excellent work, as always,” Taehyung said, his voice warm but his eyes still filled with concern. “Let’s open the floor for questions.”

As the board members engaged in a flurry of inquiries and discussions, Taehyung’s thoughts remained fixed on Jimin. He watched as Jimin answered each question with practiced ease, yet each response seemed to drain him further.

Taehyung interjected occasionally, aiming to take some of the pressure off Jimin, but the underlying worry gnawed at him.

"Mr. Park doesn't seem okay? " Jay, one of their share holders commented, noticing Jimin state too.

Jimin immediately shook his head in denial, he didn't want anyone to assume anything about him.

"Might b-be the breakfast I had..... It's nothing too serious. We shall focus on the meeting, please." He offered a tiny yet tired smile to the former before looking at the projector again, intentionally avoiding any sort of eye contact with the CEO.

The meeting droned on, each passing minute feeling like an eternity for Jimin. The throbbing in his head intensified, transforming into a sharp, relentless pain. His vision blurred slightly, and his stomach churned ominously.

He had been skipping meals, running on caffeine and sheer willpower, and his body was finally rebelling against him. As he responded to yet another question, he felt a wave of nausea roll through him. The room seemed to tilt for a moment, and he knew he couldn’t hold out any longer.

He shot a quick glance at Taehyung, who was already looking at him with growing concern.

“Excuse me for a moment,”

Jimin said, his voice strained but controlled. He stood up, gripping the edge of the table to steady himself. Without waiting for a response, he made his way to the door, each step feeling heavier than the last.

The moment he stepped out of the conference room and closed the door behind him, he cradled his head in his palm, scrunching his nose as another wave of pain tore through his skull. His vision swam, and he staggered slightly, leaning against the wall for support.

Guilt gnawed at him, mixing with the physical discomfort. He had worked so hard for this meeting, putting in countless hours to ensure everything was perfect. Yet here he was, unable to stay the course. His mind raced with thoughts of inadequacy and failure.

Jimin stumbled down the hallway toward the washroom, each step a battle against the pain and nausea. As he pushed open the door and made his way to the sink, he splashed cold water on his face, hoping it would offer some relief. But the headache persisted, a brutal reminder of his neglect.He gripped the edge of the sink, breathing heavily.

"Get it together, Jimin," he whispered to himself. "You can't let everyone down."

Meanwhile, back in the conference room, Taehyung’s worry had reached its peak. He had seen the pallor on Jimin’s face, the way he had moved, almost as if he were on the verge of collapsing. Unable to concentrate on the ongoing discussion, he made a quick decision.

“Ladies and gentlemen, let’s take a brief recess,” Taehyung announced, his voice steady but urgent. Ignoring the puzzled looks from the board members, he stood and followed Jimin’s path out of the room.

"Mr. Kim, wait" One of the shareholders called out for him, stopping him from going to check on Jimin.

On the other hand, as Jimin splashed cold water on his face, trying to stave off the pounding headache and nausea, the door to the washroom creaked open.

Jay, one of the shareholders known for his inappropriate behavior, walked in, his eyes locking onto Jimin with a predatory gleam.

"Jimin, are you alright?" Jay asked, his voice laced with fake concern as he approached.

Jimin, barely able to stand straight, groaned in pain, clutching his head. His body felt as if it was about to give out at any moment. He tried to steady himself by gripping the edge of the sink, his vision blurring.

"Just... need a moment," He mumbled, hoping Jay would leave him alone.

But Jay stepped closer, invading Jimin's personal space. "You look exhausted, Jimin. Maybe you need someone to take care of you," he said, his tone turning unsettlingly suggestive.

Jimin tried to pull back, his discomfort evident. "I'm fine. Really," he whispered, his voice weak and strained.

Jay's hand reached out, brushing against Jimin's arm in a way that made the other's skin crawl with disgust. "You know, you're always so sexy, Jimin. Looking so edible right now. I can tell you want me too, just playing hard to get."

Jimin's eyes widened in shock and revulsion. He tried to shove Jay away, but his strength was sapped, and his effort was feeble. His stomach churned, not just from his illness, but from the sheer disgust and fear. He hated himself in that moment for being so weak, for putting himself in this vulnerable position.

"Stop it, Jay," Jimin whispered, trying to muster the energy to push back again.

Jay sneered, leaning closer. "Come on, Park. You don't need to pretend with me. I know what you want."

Jimin, unable to scream for help, could only muster a pained whimper. The combination of his physical agony and Jay's harassment was overwhelming. He felt trapped, his mind spiraling into a dark place where he blamed himself for all of this misery.

Jay's hand moved to Jimin's waist, and Jimin, in a last-ditch effort, tried to shove him away again. "Get off me!" he managed to gasp, his voice weak and desperate.

Jay's grip tightened, his voice dropping to a whisper. "No need to play hard to get, Jimin. Just relax and enjoy it."

As Jimin's strength ebbed and his attempts to push Jay away grew weaker, the washroom door suddenly burst open. Taehyung stood in the doorway, his eyes blazing with fury. In an instant, he took in the scene: Jimin's pale, terrified face and Jay's hands on him.

Taehyung's vision turned red with rage. "Get your hands off him!" he roared, crossing the room in a few long strides. He grabbed Jay by the collar and yanked him away from Jimin with a force that sent Jay sprawling to the floor.

Jay scrambled to his feet, but Taehyung was on him before he could react. He punched Jay hard in the jaw, sending him crashing back against the wall. "You filthy piece of garbage," Taehyung spat, his voice a dangerous growl. "How dare you touch him!"

Jay tried to defend himself, throwing a punch, but Taehyung blocked it effortlessly and retaliated with a series of brutal blows to Jay's face and stomach. Each punch was fueled by Taehyung's overwhelming protectiveness and possessive anger.

"You think you can lay a hand on him and get away with it?" Taehyung shouted, his voice echoing in the small room. "I'll make sure you burn in hell for this!"

Jay, now bleeding and bruised, tried to crawl away, but Taehyung grabbed him by the collar again and slammed him against the wall.

"Look at him!" Taehyung yelled, pointing to Jimin, who was leaning against the sink, barely able to stand. "You see what you've done? You think you can prey on him because he's vulnerable at this moment? You're nothing but a coward!"

His fists pounded into Jay's face, leaving him a battered mess on the floor. Jay whimpered, trying to shield himself from the relentless onslaught. "Please... stop..." he begged, but Taehyung was far from done.

"You don't get to beg for mercy," Taehyung hissed. "You don't deserve it."

Jimin, through his pain and exhaustion, watched the scene with wide eyes. He had never seen the CEO like this— so fierce, so protective. It was both terrifying and reassuring. "Tae, please... my head h-hurts..." He whispered, though his voice was barely audible.

Taehyung, hearing Jimin's plea, paused. He took a deep breath, trying to regain control. He released Jay, who collapsed onto the floor, groaning in pain. Taehyung stepped back, his chest heaving with exertion and rage.

"If you ever come near Jimin again," He said, his voice dangerously low, "I will destroy you. Do you understand? I will make your life a living hell."

Jay nodded weakly, his face a bloody mess. "Yes... I understand..." he croaked.

"Good,"

The CEO said coldly. As Jay lay beaten and bloodied on the floor, Taehyung turned to Jimin, his anger giving way to overwhelming concern. He quickly closed the distance between them, scooping Jimin into his arms as if he were a fragile treasure. Jimin immediately clung to the taller, burying his face in his shoulder and breaking into sobs.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung asked, his voice soft and filled with worry. But Jimin, his husband and partner in life as well as in business, couldn’t muster a response. He could only cry, the fear and exhaustion of the past weeks finally pouring out. He looked like trembling leaf in autumn season.

Seeing Jimin like this broke Taehyung’s heart. He tightened his hold, whispering soothing words even as his own heart ached. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here. You’re safe now.”

Pushing his anger aside, Taehyung focused on getting Jimin to safety. He picked Jimin up effortlessly, cradling him against his chest as he moved swiftly out of the washroom. He strode down the hallway, his face a mask of determination, ignoring the shocked looks from passing employees.

Taehyung headed straight for the private room he had set up for himself within the office—a sanctuary where he could work undisturbed or take a moment to rest. He gently laid Jimin down on the plush couch, his hands brushing soothingly through Jimin’s hair.

“Hang on, love,” Taehyung said softly, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s forehead. “I’m getting help.”

He stepped out of the room momentarily, calling over his assistant, who was just outside the door. “I need a doctor immediately. Jimin’s not well,” he said, his tone brooking no argument.

The assistant, wide-eyed and worried, nodded quickly. “Right away, sir.”

Taehyung returned to Jimin’s side, taking his husband’s hand in his. Jimin’s crying had quieted, but his breaths were still ragged, his body trembling with the aftershocks of fear and pain. Taehyung squeezed his hand gently, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and sorrow.

“I’m so sorry, Jimin,” Taehyung whispered. “I should have seen this coming. I should have protected you better.”

Jimin shook his head slightly, trying to muster a smile through his tears. “It’s not your fault, Taehyung. I just… I didn’t want to be a burden.”

Taehyung’s heart ached at those words. “You’re never a burden, Jimin. You’re my life. Your well-being is more important than anything else.”

A soft knock on the door interrupted them, and the company doctor hurried in, carrying a medical bag. Taehyung moved aside, allowing the doctor to assess Jimin. As the doctor examined him, Taehyung kept a reassuring hand on Jimin’s shoulder, his presence a constant source of comfort.

“He’s exhausted and severely dehydrated,” the doctor said after a few minutes. “He needs rest and fluids immediately. I’ll set up an IV.”

Taehyung nodded, watching as the doctor worked quickly and efficiently. Once the IV was in place and Jimin was settled, Taehyung sat beside him, his hand never leaving Jimin’s.

“You’re going to be okay,” Taehyung murmured, his voice a soothing balm to Jimin’s frazzled nerves. “I’m here, and I won’t let anything like this happen again. I promise.”

Jimin’s eyes fluttered open, filled with gratitude and love. “Thank you, Taehyung. For everything.”

Taehyung leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Jimin’s lips. “Rest now, love. We’ll get through this together.”

As Jimin’s eyes closed, finally allowing himself to drift into a much-needed sleep, Taehyung sat vigil by his side, his heart full of resolve. He would take care of Jimin, ensuring he recovered fully. And once Jimin was safe and well, Taehyung would make sure Jay faced the consequences of his actions. No one threatened the person he loved most in the world and got away with it.

As Jimin slept soundly in his arms, the weight of the day’s events pressed heavily on him. He carried Jimin in his arms, bridal style, through the office halls, ignoring the curious glances of his employees. The elevator ride down to the ground floor was quiet, save for the soft hum of the machinery and the rhythmic beeping of the buttons.

Stepping out into the cool evening air, he carefully settled Jimin into the backseat of their car, making sure he was comfortable before driving home. The mansion, nestled in a quiet neighborhood, seemed a world away from the chaos of the office. He carried Jimin inside, his heart aching as he noticed how pale Jimin looked against the plush cushions of their bed.

Gently, he sat beside Jimin, his fingers gently brushing through Jimin’s hair. The scent of lavender oil filled the room as he oiled Jimin’s scalp, massaging it with tender care. Jimin shifted slightly in his sleep, a small smile flickering across his face—a fleeting moment of peace amidst the turmoil.

Carefully, he changed Jimin into soft, comfortable clothes, undoing the laces of his shoes. Shock and concern struck him as he saw Jimin’s swollen, red feet. How long had Jimin been standing, pushing himself beyond his limits? The sight filled him with a mixture of anger and heartbreak—anger at the circumstances that led to this, and heartbreak for the pain Jimin endured.

He massaged Jimin’s feet gently, his touch feather-light yet filled with unspoken worry and love. The fear in his eyes was palpable now, a fear that gripped his heart tighter than any physical pain. Losing Jimin, even for a moment, was a thought more devastating than death itself.

As Taehyung continued to tend to Jimin, a wave of emotion washed over him—a storm of frustration, guilt, and love. How could Jimin believe he wasn’t perfect, when to him, Jimin was everything and more? Tears threatened to spill from his eyes as he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Jimin’s forehead.

“You don’t have to prove anything to anyone,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “You’re perfect just as you are.”

Jimin stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he settled deeper into sleep. It was moments like these that reminded him of the depth of their bond, a bond forged through countless shared moments, both joyous and challenging. He vowed silently to protect that bond with everything he had.

As the night deepened, he stayed by Jimin’s side, watching over him as he slept. The rise and fall of Jimin’s chest, the peaceful expression on his face—each detail etched itself into his memory. In the quiet of the room, he found solace in the simple act of being there, of offering Jimin the comfort and support he needed.

Eventually, exhaustion caught up with him, and he slid down to the floor beside the bed, his head resting against the mattress. The weight of the day finally lifted from his shoulders, replaced by a profound sense of love and gratitude for the man who meant everything to him.

“I’ll always be here, Jimin,” he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Always.”

And as he drifted off to sleep, his hand found Jimin’s, intertwining their fingers in a silent promise of unwavering devotion.

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. In the quiet of the midnight hours, Jimin stirred awake, feeling surprisingly refreshed. His head was clearer, and for the first time in what felt like ages, he felt truly alive. As he blinked sleepily, he glanced over at his husband, Taehyung, who was peacefully sleeping beside him, their hands still intertwined. A small, fond smile tugged at Jimin’s lips as he admired Taehyung’s serene expression in slumber.

Carefully disentangling their fingers, Jimin shifted closer, his heart swelling with gratitude and affection. Taehyung’s presence was a constant source of strength and support, and Jimin knew he was incredibly lucky to have him by his side. Despite the worry and concern Taehyung must have felt, he had stayed with Jimin, comforting and caring for him without a moment’s hesitation.

As Jimin gazed at Taehyung’s sleeping form, a pang of guilt settled in his chest. He knew he would likely face a scolding from Taehyung once he woke up—Taehyung’s protective nature didn’t allow him to overlook Jimin’s overworking. And truthfully, Jimin understood he deserved it. He had pushed himself beyond his limits, ignoring his own well-being in pursuit of perfection.

But alongside the guilt was a determination not to repeat his mistakes. Jimin mentally swore to himself that he would take better care of his health, to never again let his insecurities drive him to such extremes. He had learned his lesson, painfully and vividly, and he didn’t want to put Taehyung through such worry again.

With a sigh, Jimin gently brushed a strand of hair away from Taehyung’s forehead, marveling at the softness of his features in the dim moonlight. Taehyung shifted slightly, unconsciously nuzzling closer to Jimin’s touch, and Jimin couldn’t help but find him utterly adorable in that moment.

“You worry too much,” Jimin whispered softly, his voice barely audible in the quiet room. “But I promise, Taehyung, I’ll take better care of myself from now on.”

As if in response, Taehyung murmured in his sleep, a contented sound that warmed Jimin’s heart. Jimin leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Taehyung’s temple, feeling a rush of love and affection swell within him. Taehyung had always been his rock, his pillar of strength, and Jimin knew he couldn’t bear to lose him.

Settling back against the pillows, Jimin closed his eyes briefly, savoring the peace and tranquility of the moment. Despite the hardships they faced, moments like these—quiet, intimate, and filled with love—reminded him of the deep bond they shared.

With Taehyung’s steady breathing lulling him back to sleep, Jimin felt a sense of calm wash over him. He knew they would face challenges ahead, but with Taehyung by his side, he felt ready to take on anything life threw their way.

“I love you, Taehyung,” Jimin whispered one last time before drifting off, his hand finding Taehyung’s once more, holding on tightly to the promise of a future filled with love, understanding, and unwavering support.

But he didn't sleep.

He just kept staring at the ceiling.

He lay there in Taehyung's arms, marveling at the twists and turns life had taken to bring them here. Theirs hadn't been a fairy-tale beginning. In fact, it was quite the opposite. They had met under the most impersonal circumstances—an arranged marriage brokered by their families, two ambitious young men with their own dreams and aspirations.

The first meeting had been tense, awkward, and tinged with mutual dislike. Jimin, with his quiet determination and meticulous attention to detail, had clashed with Taehyung's bold charisma and unyielding confidence.

They had argued over trivial matters, each stubbornly holding onto their pride and preconceived notions.But as time went on, something changed. Despite their initial reservations, they began to see past the facades they had erected.

Jimin noticed Taehyung's unwavering loyalty to his friends and family, his fierce protectiveness masked behind a carefree demeanor. Taehyung, in turn, discovered Jimin's hidden depths—a tender heart beneath the composed exterior, a sharp mind capable of navigating the complexities of their shared business ventures.

Their relationship had evolved slowly, steadily, like a budding flower finding its way through the cracks in concrete. They learned to appreciate each other's strengths and support each other's weaknesses. Laughter replaced arguments, understanding replaced skepticism, and before they knew it, love had taken root in their hearts.

Now, as Jimin looked at Taehyung sleeping peacefully beside him, he couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude. They had come so far from those initial days of uncertainty and tension. They had built a life together—a life filled with love, trust, and unwavering devotion.

Taehyung stirred awake, his eyes opening slowly to meet Jimin's gaze. A soft smile graced his lips as he reached out, gently brushing Jimin’s cheek. “Hey, are you okay?” Taehyung’s voice was gentle, filled with genuine concern.

Jimin nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I’m better now, thanks to you.”Taehyung pulled Jimin closer, cradling him in his arms with a protective tenderness that made Jimin’s heart swell.

“You know, love,”

Taehyung began softly, “you don’t have to bear all the weight on your shoulders. You’re allowed to have moments of weakness. I’m here to share them with you.”

Jimin leaned into Taehyung’s touch, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.

“I know, Taehyung. I just… I worry sometimes that I’m not doing enough.”

Taehyung kissed the top of Jimin’s head. “You do more than enough, Jimin. You’re extraordinary.”

As they sat together, Taehyung shifted the conversation to a lighter note. “How about a midnight snack?” he suggested with a playful glint in his eyes. “Your stomach seems to disagree with waiting until morning.”

Jimin chuckled softly, his cheeks warming. “Maybe just a little something,” he admitted, his stomach grumbling in agreement.

Taehyung grinned, his dominant yet caring demeanor reassuring Jimin once more. He guided Jimin to the kitchen, where they prepared a simple snack together, their laughter echoing through the quiet house. Taehyung’s presence was a grounding force, easing Jimin’s worries and reminding him that he didn’t have to face his insecurities alone.

As they stood in the kitchen together, the warmth of their shared laughter filled the room. Taehyung couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection for Jimin as they playfully bantered back and forth while preparing their midnight snack.

Taehyung busied himself with preparing a light sandwich for Jimin, adding just the right amount of toppings and condiments. He couldn’t resist shaping the sandwich into a smiley face, a playful gesture that earned a chuckle from Jimin.

“You know,” Jimin teased as he took a bite, “we’re getting too old for these antics.”

Taehyung grinned mischievously, leaning in closer. “Age is just a number, Jimin-ah. Besides, we have to keep the fun alive.”

Jimin shook his head fondly, unable to suppress his own smile. It was moments like these that reminded him why he fell in love with Taehyung in the first place—their ability to find joy in the simplest of moments, their shared sense of humor that bridged any gap between them.

While Jimin munched contentedly on his sandwich, Taehyung busied himself with cooking a more substantial meal for them both. The aroma of spices and sizzling ingredients filled the air, creating an atmosphere of comfort and warmth.

Soon, they sat down together at the table, their plates filled with the delicious meal Taehyung had prepared. Jimin took a bite, and the flavors exploded on his tongue, a perfect blend of Taehyung’s culinary skills and the love he poured into every dish.

They ate in comfortable silence, savoring each bite and stealing glances filled with unspoken affection. Jimin couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude as he looked at Taehyung across the table—the man who had become his anchor, his partner in every sense of the word.

Tears welled up in Jimin’s eyes, unbidden but not unwelcome. Taehyung noticed immediately, concern etching lines on his face as he reached across the table, brushing Jimin’s tears away with gentle fingers.

“Jimin, what’s wrong?” Taehyung asked softly, his voice filled with love and worry.

Jimin shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “Nothing’s wrong, Taehyung. I’m just… happy. Grateful for everything.”

Taehyung’s expression softened, his own eyes shimmering with emotion. “I love you so much, Jimin,” he whispered, leaning in to press a tender kiss to Jimin’s cheek.

They lingered at the table, basking in the warmth of their love and the promise of a future together. Eventually, the exhaustion of the day caught up with them, and they made their way back to bed, arms wrapped around each other in a silent vow of protection and devotion.

As they settled beneath the covers, Jimin snuggled close to Taehyung, their bodies fitting together perfectly as if they were made for each other. They exchanged whispered promises of being there for each other, of loving each other for eternity.

“I’ll always be here, love. Talk to me whenever you feel worried. I'll always stick to your side, minie,” Taehyung murmured against Jimin’s hair, his voice a soothing lullaby.

“And I’ll always be by your side,” Jimin replied softly, pressing a kiss to Taehyung’s lips.

In the quiet of the night, their love filled the room, a gentle symphony of two hearts beating as one. And as sleep claimed them once more, they knew that no matter what challenges tomorrow brought, they would face them together, their love guiding them through every storm.

Their journey together had begun with uncertainty and doubt, but now, it was anchored in trust, understanding, and an unbreakable bond. With each passing moment, their love grew deeper, stronger, and more resilient—a testament to the power of love to transform even the most unlikely beginnings into something beautiful and enduring.

Maybe the next day they'll get up and start a refreshing morning together, maybe they'll fall in love more than they already are, maybe they'll have some hardships which might temporarily challenge them, maybe Jimin would never know that how worried Taehyung actually was, maybe he woul never know that he got a husband who would massage his feet and take care of him while he is asleep and cry for him silently, maybe he could never estimate the right amount of just how much Taehyung loves him but one thing was sure that he'll always be in Taehyung's life and his heart.

He'll always be next to him till they die.

He'll always be the CEO's Heart..........

True love stories never witness a end, they just continue.......