“ conference. ”

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After our mid-evening romantic getaway at the orchestra, I soon found myself in a hot makeout session in the back of his car.

"Jimin..." I exhaled a long winded breath as he pulls away, his warm lips brushing ever so slightly against mine; a beautiful sensation that brought notes of despair, somehow. It was something about our love that reminded me of a black tinted diamond— everlastingly stunning, but with a certain darkness that was hidden beneath its splendor. I loved him, so much. But I wasn't sure of his intentions, and how he was so incredibly obsessed with my every being. But I knew his love for me was so real, the imagery of it sending me to an abyss of channeling angels. It resembled a pure, midnight glow, the dew of a morning glory bloom.

He kisses me once more, deeply....hands against my body, pressing me down with force. After a while, I opened my eyes, and it met his— a golden hue in his irises with the setting sun sinking down the horizon. The song from earlier gives me a sudden chill; like a background tone to our current scene. Hot summer nights, mid July....When you and I were forever wild...It resonates in my mind. His very touch was my holy grail, his electric soul was my very divine, and everything about him ached my soul. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I knew it that moment— of how he brushes his thumb against my heated cheeks— I knew.

"Let's head back to our rooms before I do anything more.." his heavy lashes drooped down caringly, sliding a hand on my arm. I nodded.

That night was a simple purity, nothing more, nothing less. He touches me intimately, careful not to cross any boundaries. Jimin whispers sweet nothing's into my ear as we laid down under the luminosity of the moon— ceaselessly, like a never-ending tale.

The moment we woke, it was dawn. The other side of the tousled bedsheets was vast emptiness, and my heart sank. He's already gone.

Park Jimin was a drifting gust of wind. He would be here in a moment, and gone the next— all due to his work.

As I rolled to the side to smooth my hands over the empty sheets, I notice a baby blue box sitting lone beside my pillow. I sit up groggily, examining the box with my heavy lidded eyes.

I open it. The brilliance beyond the cover astounded me— it was a rose gold ring, encrusted with a beautiful diamond. Tiffany and Co. was engraved on the dusty pink velvet that was holding it. Is this.....for me?

I hesitated. But soon after, I put it on, not giving it another thought. The ring looked so, incredibly stunning against my complexion, rendering me speechless.

It was then when I noticed a small note placed near my pillow as well.

"Wear this to the conference later. -Jimin"

Conference? Wasn't those for the press and media? Why would I be attending that?

Bewildered, I put down the note and decided to get ready.

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"Miss?" A petite-looking maid approaches me, with a sparkling rosegold dress in her hands. "Please wear this for the conference."

What the heck? I was planning to wear a simple blue dress, but isn't this too...
extravagant? But knowing Jimin, he must've picked this out for me. I thank the maid and she hands me the outfit, which I headed to change into.

The sparkles of the dress shone brightly against the reflection of the mirror— it was incredibly flashy, to say the least. I walk out of the room, feeling uncomfortable from the onlooking stares from the rest of the service staff.

"I thought she was a little plain, but she's actually pretty gorgeous!"

I sneeze unglamorously.

"...nevermind what I said."

It wasn't long before a car was ready for me, and I had to stumble around my heels to get to the main entrance of the mansion. Who the hell built this? It was unnecessarily big, and I still get lost after living here for so many months.

When the car pulls up to a grand building, my focus wasn't on the architecture— but in fact, the crazy amount of reporters that crowded over the vehicle. The window was tinted on one side, so they weren't able to take pictures of me— but I was able to view the sight in full glory. Panic begin to settle in my bones.

"What is your relationship with Park Jimin?"

"Please comment on the recent leaked photos!"

The bodyguards begin to block the reporters, leading me into the building. When I got inside, there was even more reporters that swarmed towards me like little ants on their hill.

Nevertheless, I try to keep my guard up and remain composed. It was crazy how much the news has gotten around by then, because I wasn't using the internet at all— I didn't know the extent of the news.

The staff then leads me up a stage, where my eyes caught sight of Jimin. He wore a formal Chanel suit, looking godly stunning as he always did.

However— when I looked towards the crowd, I spotted a familiar face; it was the same silver haired reporter as before, grinning as he snapped photos of us. A dreaded feeling filled my heart— I wasn't sure why, but he reeked of danger. I had a bad feeling about him, but I didn't know what to do.

"I'm holding this conference to address the recent rumours." Jimin starts by talking into a microphone, interlocking his hands with mine. The reporters begin to go crazy as the clicks of the cameras begin to go off like gunshots in a war.

"I'm sure you're curious about our relationship....this is Miyuzaki Yona." he then wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer. "And she's....

My fiancé."

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