Jimin looked up with a short "Enter" and a tall dark haired man entered his office. "We found her, sir" the man informed and Jimin leaned back in his chair, pocking his cheek with his tongue. "Well done, it only took you two years" the man across from him didn't react. "I'm sorry, sir" replied Kim Seokjin in the same callous tone.

Kim Seokjin, or Jin, as his friends called him, had been working for Park Jimin for two years. He actually started working for him as a detective, but soon became one of his six bodyguards who were around him 24/7, although bodyguards, their main purpose was to look for his wife and maintain 24 hour contact with him.

A sad story, at least according to Jin. His boss's wife had left him two years ago, leaving only a letter, quite touching at that, you could even say it was a kind of love explanation. Since then, Park Jimin's desire to find her has brought the six former detectives, now his bodyguards, together. In the beginning, Mr. Park wasn't like that, he was smiling, he was happy about every new clue that could lead to the discovery of his wife.

However, with time, these smiles and joys became more and more rare. The desire to find her became an obsession, he sank deeper and deeper into this obsession, refusing to let her go and becoming the cold bastard with anger issues and fear of abandonment that he was today.

If Park Jimin wasn't working, he would shut himself up in his apartment, which he adored as his only remaining physical connection with his wife, and get drunk, sometimes to the point of unconsciousness. At times like this, all he did was talk about her, Park Aera, how much he loved her, what a fool he was for letting her leave him, or just threaten her, threatening to make her life hell once he found her . And Jin suspected the latter was much more likely.

"There's one more thing" Jin cleared his throat, Jimin raised an eyebrow. "She's getting married in two days ,sir" Jin added and Jimin smiled coldly. "Nah, we can't let that happen, can we?" he stood up, walking around his desk. "Get ready, we're leaving in the morning" Jimin took his coat and headed for the door, followed by Jin.

This conversation was held exactly two days ago, currently Park Jimin and his two bodyguards Kim Seokjin and Kim Taehyung were most brazenly standing at the entrance of the ceremony hall and all eyes were on them. "I object!" Jimin repeated evenly and walked towards the couple in the center. "Jimin?" the bride turned to him and her face seemed to glow, but when their eyes met, that glow was quickly replaced by disbelief and fear.

Jimin stood between the two, his back to the groom, towering over Aera and looking at her indifferently. "Jimin, what are you doing here, how did you find me?" she asked quietly, hoping no one else heard their conversation. "You're my wife ,baby, didn't you think I'd let you marry someone else?" he shrugged and grabbed her wrist, starting to pull her towards the exit. "Ex-wife, Jimin, let me go!" Aera tried to stop him and pull her wrist away, but only tightened his grip.

"And since when i'm a 'baby' to you?" she hissed, grabbing his wrist as she tried to overcome his wide strides and free herself. "Let me go, Jimin, people are watching us!" she insisted and he stopped, looked around, then turned to her and lifted her up in most unceremoniously way, hoping the wide skirts of her wedding dress would hide her legs so that no one could see a speck of bare skin.

"Hey, let go of my wife!" Aera groaned and tried to look over Jimin's shoulder, who suddenly stiffened and turned sharply, as if there was no living thing in his arms. "Your wife?" Jimin's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Aera watched in horror as Lee Kwan, her fiance, who thanks to the disruption never actually became her husband, was caught by two men who held him in place while he unsuccessfully struggled with them.

Jimin scanned the hall again and the guests, some of whom were already standing up, ready to help Kwan get his fiancee back and attack the three men. Jimin dropped Aera to the ground, wrapping an arm possessively around her waist and facing her fiancé, squeezing her so brutally hard that she gasped for air. "Park Aera was and still is my wife!" he announced, causing everyone, including Aera, to look at him startled.

"And that will never change. So, sorry mate" he tilted his head mockingly. "She is MY wife and this ridiculous wedding is slightly illegal" the coldness in Jimin's voice made Aera shiver. "What..." she gasped, trying to catch his train of thought. "I signed the papers, Jimin..." he looked down at her and she cowered under his anger-darkened eyes. "We'll talk about this at home" he pulled her towards the exit again, signaling Jin and Taehyung to follow him.

"Jimin, let me go, you can't just barge into my wedding, claim I'm still your wife and take me away!" Aera nearly cried as he roughly shoved her into the back seat of his limo. "On the contrary, my love, I have every right to do so" he sat down next to her and roughly pulled her to him as she tried to exit through the other door.

"We're divorced, Jimin, let me go!" she watched in horror as the two men with him settled into the front seats and the barrier between them was lifted, leaving her alone with Jimin. "You were never divorced, I never signed the fucking papers, baby" he smiled coldly and her eyes widened in surprise, but then she let out a frightened squeal as someone hit the window of his side of the car and as the limo drove off, she watched her fiance and his family run behind.

"Why are you doing this, Jimin..." he pulled her roughly and she lay on his chest, her hands resting on the bar, trying to keep some distance. His eyes locked on her and she held her breath. Even after two years, her feelings for that man hadn't cooled in the slightest, and her body was on fire at his touch. Even Aera knew that Kwan was actually an escape, he was a designer like her, a way for Aera to try to forget Jimin and the pain he had caused her.

"Because you're mine ,baby, it's time for you to understand and realize it" his lips were millimeters from hers and she could feel his breath entering and filling her lungs. Two years ago, when she left, if she had heard those words, she probably would have been happy, thrown herself on his neck, stayed. But now, when she finally heard them, the way he said them, that cold indifference, that mindlessly blank look, that wasn't what she should have seen in his eyes.

Jimin reached down and removed her veil, tossing it to the floor of the car, his fingers digging into her hair, releasing it from the hairpins and scattering it down her back. "Your hair is longer" he grabbed a strand and entwined it around his fingers. "I used to love playing with her while you slept" he whispered, his face softening as he brought her lock to his lips. "Are you still sleeping that soundly,my love?" Aera could feel her heart beating at the speed of a hummingbird's wings.

"Jimin..." her voice was a sigh that seeped through the silk of her lock and scalded his fingers. "Why didn't you tell me, why did you let me think that for you I'm just a contract, just a business partner, why..." he cut her off, roughly pulling her hair and she moaned painfully. "You betrayed me,Park Aera, abandoned me without even asking" his face turned into rock again.

"You made a single decision and it's time to face the consequences, baby!" Jimin held her tighter and she moved her hands to his shoulders, he let go of her hair and wrapped his arms around her neck. "It's my turn to inflict the same pain on you, my love!" he growled and his lips mercilessly captured hers. Aera tried desperately to pull away, to break free, to scream, but only allowed his tongue to enter her mouth. "Has he always been this strong and muscular?" she asked herself, feeling his taste take over her being, making her stomach writhe agonizingly with pleasure and fear.

Jimin didn't seem to sense her struggle. Absorbed in the sensation he'd imagined millions, no, billions of times over the past three years, her lips touching his. But there was no heat in his kiss, no tenderness, no affection. He kissed her subduingly, obsessively, thirsty and lustful, rough and cold. He kissed her with hatred, because of the pain she had caused him. He kissed her possessively to erase the marks that her fiancé had probably left. He was kissing her to remind her who she really belonged to and at the same time he wanted to show her that the man she left behind two years ago was dead.

In his mind, the war between love, jealousy and hatred was fueled by her attempts to reject him, to break away from him, from his lips and hands. Jimin tilted his head, deepening the kiss, the feeling of the breathless heaving of her breasts against his burning his body. In his mind, the idea that she already belonged to someone else, that she was touched by someone else's hands, that she allowed someone else what rightfully belonged to him alone, made him grow rougher and rougher, press her harder and harder ,stronger and stronger, to kiss her more and more hungrily and wildly.

Aera felt like she was fighting against a wall. Jimin was applying a force that threatened to break her, to destroy her. His hands ran down her body, pulling her into his lap. He didn't give her a second chance to catch her breath, the feeling made her dizzy and her struggle slowly melted away. In her head, the thought that he hadn't let her go, that he hadn't signed the divorce papers, that he'd been looking for her, made her thoughts crash like ocean waves against the rocks and her ears squeal as her body melted even from the merciless way how Jimin treated her.

Jimin broke the kiss just as abruptly as he'd started it and pushed her hard off his lap and Aera found herself at his feet, blinking up at him. Her gaze, clouded by burning passion, met his, full of hatred and promises of pain. "We'll be home in a few hours" he announced nonchalantly, as if only a second ago he hadn't tried to eat her. Aera didn't know what to say or do, how do you react to such a situation? Why was Jimin acting so cold, where was the man who liked to smile? Had she fallen in love with this man?