Jimin's P.O.V

Ecstasy. That's all I felt when I crossed that finish line with the racers behind me. Everything I've done, everything I've worked for.. everything he's taught me. It's not all disappeared in vain after all.

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Y/N P.O.V

With his arm around my waist, he laughed and laughed as the seven of us drank and sang in celebration of Jimin's victory. We didn't go out to a bar this time, or a fancy restaurant. We just stayed at home and invited the others to have a good time.

After everything Jimin's gone through, I couldn't be happier for him, even though he came second place, he would still qualify for the state championship. His crescent eyes meet mine in laughter as I smile, placing a kiss on his cheek and lean my head on his shoulder. 

The night went by in a flash, and you could say my heart was on edge while watching his race, hoping nothing bad would happen. Of course, Jackson was still the best rider and he holds the fastest record in the academy so it wasn't a surprise when he crossed that finish line first. He was riding Night and as much as I wanted to focus on Jimin, my eyes refused to leave Jackson and Night. 

It angered me to see him riding on my horse, and more when I noticed how submissive he was being with Jackson. I just hope I can see him soon, somehow. I can't stay for long without seeing or touching him.

•The next day•

I spent the morning googling recipes to try for lunch, as cooking was becoming my newfound hobby. Now here I am, stirring away at a pot of jambong, mesmerized by the smell entering my nostrils.

A pair of hands wrap around my waist as Jimin rests his chin on my shoulder peering into the pot.
"It smells amazing."
"I know! And it's my first time too." I say with a large smile, happy at the outcome of the dish.
"Well-"
He's cut off by a vibrating sound when he pulls his phone out of his pocket.

Pressing it to his ear, he wanders to the other side of the table, taking a seat.
"Yes, Yugyeom?... Oh yes! I forgot about it... Here?"
He expectantly taps his finger on the table before speaking.
"Sure, it's no problem, lunch is almost ready as well.. Thanks, bye!"
Turning around and leaning against the marble counter, I ask,

"Who's that?"
"We're having a committee meeting in half an hour."
I shrug my shoulders, glancing at the pot to make sure everything is fine.
"Alright, so when are you leaving?"

He chuckles,
"We're having it here today, and the guys haven't eaten lunch yet, so..."
He trails off, glancing at me and the pot as I roll my eyes.
"Alright, I'll make one more."
"Two more!"

•Half an hour later•

I hear the multiple engines of cars, and I walk out to my balcony to see three cars pull up into the driveway. Four men step out, black masks covering the bottom half of their faces as they stroll upto the entrance.

Gosh, they sure look fancy.

Each item on their body was either from a top brand, or a limited edition item that you couldn't find anywhere else.
Soon, the doorbell rings and I hear the scurry of Hilda's footsteps to the door.

It's best I stay up here and out of their way. I don't like mingling with people I don't know, especially rich guys. If they're here for an important meeting, I can't interrupt anything.

I sigh, looking at the view outside the balcony, wondering what I'm going to do for the next two hours to keep me occupied. A thought entered my mind as I scurry out of the room, searching for Hilda. I hear her voice and peek over the corner, seeing her serving the four men their meal along with Jimin.

Wait a minute..

I squint my eyes, focusing on a certain man that had his back facing me. When Hilda came to serve his food, he turned his head sideways and I caught a glimpse of his face, enough to recognise him.

Jackson..

I facepalm with an inward groan.

Of course he'll be here.. he's the president of the damn elite riders.

Let's just hope we don't cross our paths.

As Hilda finishes serving everyone and bows, she walks towards the place I am and I grab her, pulling her to the side.

"Hi Hilda!" I whisper yell.
She eyes me before removing her hand from my grip.
"Are you crazy? You gave me a start!"
"I'm sorry, but could you tell me where the painting supplies are?"
"Why do you need that?"
"I'm bored.." I say with a pout.
She rolls her eyes, replying,
"You have to ask the Parks, since it's theirs."

I groan, taking her arm again.
"Do I have to?"
"Of course! I won't give them to you unless you ask them!"
"Alright.." I say with a pout, walking to the lounge on the far end of the house.
I catch a glimpse of them, Jihoon was reading his newspaper as usual and Minhyo was busily typing away on her laptop.

I step into the room and the both of them turn to me at the same time.
I bow, speaking up.
"Good afternoon.."
They nod with a smile and I continue,
"Um, if you don't mind, can I borrow your painting set for some time? Just for today.."

The couple exchange glances before Minhyo speaks up,
"Alright, Y/N.. but unfortunately I can't allow to take the professional kit set, it's too expensive to be damaged.. So you can take the smaller one. Is that fine?"
I nod,
"Oh yes! I completely understand.. where can I find it?"
"In the storage room." Jihoon says with a chuckle, returning to his newspaper.
"Thank you." I bow, skipping down the hallway before bumping into Hilda again.

"Yah! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!" She whisper yells and I giggle.
"I got their permission, where's the storage room?"
She clicks her tongue, eyeing me before saying,
"Down the hallway, across the dining room, last door on the left."

My heart sank immediately.
"Across the dining room?"
She nods and I whine,
"Is there no other way?"
"What do you think this house is? A maze?" She says before smacking my shoulder and sending me off down the hallway.

Ok.. I'll just run past them in a flash, they won't have enough time to notice anything..

Clasping my lower lip between my teeth, I stop just before the corner turning to the dining room.

Here goes nothing..

I take off down the corner, hiding my face with my hair as I run past the dining table, hearing the sudden clatter of cutlery as I cross by.

The five men startle as Yugyeom turns to Jimin with wide eyes, clutching onto his arm.
"What the fuck was that? Do you have a ghost living with you?"
Jimin nervously laughs, knowing fully well who the person was as he says,
"Uh, it must've been one of the maids."
Yugyeom scrunches his nose at Jimin and says,
"What the fuck kinda maid-"
"That's enough, Yugyeom.." Jackson sternly says, staring at Yugyeom before pushing his unfinished food away from him.

"Enough of the food, Jimin. It's time we talk about what we came here for." He says, not even sparing him a glance.
Jimin grinds his teeth, but knows he can do nothing but agree to everything he says.
"Sure.."
Clearing the plates, Jimin places them in the sink before eyeing the pathway to the storage room.
"I'll be right back." He says, as Jackson groans.
"Hurry up!"

I finally find the canvas and a painting stand with the easel and paint, and I sigh, wondering how I'm going to carry all of this stuff.
The stand was half my size but it took most of my strength to carry it. I drop it back down with a groan before I hear the storage door jerk open.

Startling with a squeal, I calm down when I see Jimin peeking around the corner of the door, eyeing the situation before stepping in.
"What are you doing here?" I whisper.
"I came to see what you were doing. Need help?"
Shaking my head immediately, i say,
"No no! It's-"

Soon after, the door opens and there stands a man from among the others. His dark brown hair fell over his face just above his eyes and his deep brown almond eyes stared at the two of us before sparkling in a smile.
"Jimin! What are you doing in the dark with a girl in here?"
Jimin rubs the back of his neck but Yugyeom turns on the light, approaching me.

"I'm Yugyeom. You must be the ghost!" He says with a smile as I furrow my eyebrows in confusion before accepting his handshake.
"Ghost?" I repeat.
"Oh, nevermind! Let me help you with these things."
He rambles, easily lifting the painting stand.

He doesn't seem so bad..

I smile, picking up the other things as Jimin brings the canvas and other equipment in silence.
I smile as the three of us step out of the storage room.
"Thank you for the help."
"It's no problem." The boy beams at me.

Of course, Yugyeom was fully aware of who you were, for he had been given the task of observing you by the head of the Elite riders. He had to go with the flow, and pretend he was meeting you for the first time.

In the hurry, I forget about the other men seated at the table and walk into the dining room in glee, only realising when it was too late.
"Why, hello there!" Jackson exclaims as I grind my teeth, refusing to make eye contact with him.

Yugyeom steps beside me with a large smile as the other men eye the three of us in amusement.
"This is the ghost!" He says with a large smile and I click my tongue in annoyance.

Why does he keep calling me that? It's getting annoying.

"Y/N, please introduce yourself to the others, since we've... already met." Jackson boldly states, tearing his gaze away from me.
The burning feeling in my chest escalates when I see Jimin silently leave our side, taking a seat at the table as I step forward and bow.

"I'm Y/N, Jimin's..." I glance at his awkward composure before completing my sentence.
"I'm his girlfriend."
The boys whistle at Jimin before turning to me. The man closest to me stands up and bows.

"I'm Bang Chan, but you can call me Chan." He says with a smile and sits down.

(BaBy PhOtOs)

"I'm Lee Taeyong. Nice to meet you."

(My biassss)

"And I'm Choi Yeonjun. I hope we can be friends!"

(Bias again 😂✋)

I give them a small smile while glancing at Jackson who had his legs cocked up, eyeing me with his tongue poking at his inner cheek.
"I-i have to go now.."
I say immediately, wanting to escape the awkward atmosphere as soon as possible.
"No no! You can stay with us.. I'd like to know how you got into the academy and how you met Jimin.. should be a fun story, don't you think?" Jackson chimes, a hint of mockery lacing his words.

Before I could say anymore, Hilda emerges from the corner, approaching me and voicing out,
"Ms. Kim, the Parks are calling for you.."
She shoots me a wink, grabbing my hand and pulling me along as Yugyeom scurries behind me with the equipment.

She looks at him and commands in a cold voice,
"You can leave that outside her room, I'll take care of the rest."
His face falls a little as he nods, placing it outside my door when I point to it and walks back to the table.

I turn to Hilda with a sigh of relief, placing my hands on her shoulders.
"Thank you.." I say, exhausted as she laughs, patting my back.

Today is gonna be a long day..