What is love without respect?

Taehyung pulled out his mobile phone and dialed his bestfriend number, within few rings the blonde guy with plump lips and smol fingers pick up the call

" Jimin where are you?" He asked tracing the outline of his files, he can manage few minutes to call his useless over excited bestfriend.

" Hello to you to my friends, I'm going to professor Sung's house to meet him" Jimin answered groaning loudly when his head hit the open bonnet of his car, everyone betray him including his own car.

" You are sleeping with someone? " Taehyung asked even after knowing his bestfriend can die before doing something like that with a random stranger and chance of him in relationship is equal to chance of people liking wet socks means nearly zero.

" Dang you, my car break down and I'm trying to fix it" the older answered scoffing loudly before he kicked his old garbage car and then sitting on its bonnet but the hot surface burned his butt made him yelp out and stand up.

Corner of Taehyung's mouth cruved up at Jimin's idiocy " And where is your driver? " He asked flipping the pages of file mindlessly before snapping it close and stand up walking toward the window.

" I'm the driver" a soft whine left from Jimin's mouth and Taehyung chuckle " I called to inform lunch party has begun " Jimin rolled his eyes " I know And I'm going to be there in an hour"

" At this rate, you'll be here next day"

" Shut up"

" You had crush at this teacher or something "

" If you are interested in female species then I have crush on this teacher"

This brings Taehyung back and he cleared his throat " fair enough " he mumbled with his usual constipated face and Jimin laugh " you and your dislike for women"

" Shut up before I add you to that list" Jimin zipped his mouth not before snorting " I think I have to move my feet to reach his house " he pointed out and remove his coat which had big black dirty stain because of his unsuccessful attempt to repairs his car and one thing about Jimin that he wear the ugliest t-shirt underneath the most stylish coat so now he look homeless.

" Make sure to reach mansion till evening and I'm talking about this evening because with tiny feet of yours-" Taehyung shuffle a small laugh when Jimin cut the call huffing and puffing at his teasing.

Within 20 minutes Jimin was stumble upon the familiar streets, the same neighborhood he visited about more  times he can count, his passion to learn music made him sneak here everyday after school but that was until his father got to know about it.

it wasn't changed a bit, people were passing by smiling upto eachother, kids were playing in the park, some older women were exercising under the shadow of the trees. Everyone seems happy and real here, totally opposite of where he came from, freaking fake plastic world.

He saw the cake shop nearby which is new cause as far as he remembers there wasn't any before. He decided to buy some cookies or pastries, he didn't wanted to go empty handed.

He read the black board of shop " The cake studio, pick a cake and leave your favorite song" nice idea

Some people wrote their favorite below so Jimin picked up the chalk wrote too " at my worst" and smiled .

Jimin enter inside and the bell chimed alarming his presence. His gaze move across the interior then at the person working in it, a women.

Let him rephrase its a pretty women.

Scratch that, prettiest women.

She was wearing a purple apron with wings on eitehr side, she didn't noticed him entering as she was quite busy in arranging something behind the shelf, he followed her movement her eyebrow frowned like she was distressed, lips pulled in thin line, she seems tense. It made Jimin frown too.

Did you ever get urge to just do something for no reason?  Jimin wants to reach the face of the women and  ease it.

He wonder how smile would look on her face. He suddenly blush cause of mushy feeling that burst in his chest making him feel giddy. It's been so long since he felt like this, it was almost like a crush on a beautiful stranger.

After feels like forever he finally spoke noticing the batch on her pocket " excuse me, Umm Ji-an?"  His voice sounded high pitch painfully penetrating the pinna. Oh God why he sounds like dying cow when he was nervous.

He saw the relief washing over the raven haired women as soon as her eyes land on his face, he don't know what he did but he would do it again to relax her.

"Thank God you are finally here, I was waiting for you"

Waiting for him? Nah cause same

He must be dreaming right now. He watched as she disappeared inside the small room and soon came back with a box in her hand, she land the box in front of him with a address on the top  " Mr shin was going feral, just deliver it before 4pm okay?"

And like a obedient pet he nodded with dreamy expression, not a single word leaving his mouth.

He fucking nodded, the Park Jimin who never do anything his own, he just need to lift a finger and everything done for him is now being a delivery boy for a mere women, wow just wow.

He have no idea whom she think he is or do he really freaking look like a delivery boy, he suddenly don't mind, he could even be waiter for her, or sweeper if she likes, maybe clean the dishes if she say so.

He sound like creep, totally creep.

" I'll treat you with pastries, just don't mess up, this is very important order" she smile at him, his heart, oh my God his damn heart flutter, like world stops for moment, taking all his worry in glean. Nothing matters from now, he just wants to see that smile one more time.

Suddenly his life purpose became to deliver the cake safe and sound. Protecting it from unknown danger.

He picked the box up staring at the gorgeous lady while walking out of the door, blushing like teenager who just got notice by his long term crush, If Taehyung could see him right now, he would officially declare Jimin mental.

Oh boy Jimin is definitely mad, mad for that sweet smile that worthy more than anything he was capable of buying.

He hold the box closer to his chest and glare at every single person who eyed him, no one can take his cake.

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On the other side in the KP mansion,
y/n and Myung waited, it was now getting out of hands, they were about to leave but they hear a voice which turned them back " Sir?"

It was Kim Jeong, KT,  he was jogging toward them fastly almost running in hurry " I'm sorry, really sorry sir, I'm Kim Jeong" y/n bow in respect smiling in relief at him " how long you have been waiting ?"

" since 4 hour only"

She heard him mumbling something to himself and give almost guilty look at her father " I sent a message for you but perhaps you were busy" KT was quick to respond " it's my secretary's fault, she didn't remind me I had appointment with you"

Y/n admire his honesty, he looks innocent when he talked like that.

"I have heard a lot about you, you are the one who has run youth music academy till this date, isn't it?" he stated something like he already knows it.

" I don't run it Mr Kim, I just work over there" Myung objected " Great " it was sweet smile Jeong reciprocate " well sir, we are not those kind who don't value people like you, we have thrown a big party tonight on the account of our arrival in this city" he look around where the celebration is still going on.

" I have heard you are wonderful singer, even her" he pointed at y/n who was lip tied till now, she smiled shyly at his praise " we thought of calling big singer for tonight party, but then remember you are here"

" why don't you sing tonight or maybe send her and don't worry I'll send the check worthy 2 year of your salary " and now y/n face turn into frown when she can't find that respectful man from earlier, was she quick to judge?

" please don't say thank you for this, we are just admire of yours" that's it her fist formed at side, something with that tone doesn't set right.

What does he think, he can buy her and her father, what is wrong with him, she should have know people like him think world revolve around them and their money.

However before she could open her mouth Myung did " I'm sorry but I couldn't sing in your party Mr Kim " his voice hard, loud enough to hear by people nearby including park Hwan and his wife who smirk lifting her eyebrow in interest suddenly, drama she love drama" refusing KJ huh?" She mumbled at the bravery.

Myung for the first time look in the eyes of Jeong, his dress, his looks doesn't do justice to power his eyes holds " I might have earned very less things in the life Mr Kim "

Y/n saw the surprise look on the face of Jeong who didn't expected him to speak against him " But those are enough for me"

" Neither me nor y/n have problem with performing among crowd but the appreciation which is given after few drinks, is not exactly what we are found of" he gave few pause to his sentence " after reading your letter thought you were admirer of art but turn out you are trader of art"

" I teach music don't sell it off"

" Now if you excuse us" it was not permission but the sentence Myung said before holding her wrist and walking out of the venue leaving a very shock and equally amused Jeong behind.

He slowly sipped his wine, eyes still at the door at which they both left " did you see his gut?" Hwan asked, fuming in anger making Jeong chuckle " Gut is wrong word my friend, it's called dignity " he squeezed the shoulder of his friend to calm his anger down smiling ever so slightly.

" and dignity is dangerous thing," he left the empty wine glass at the table before turning fully toward Hwan " I'm afraid of two kinds of people, one that fears alot and another who don't have any fear"

" This teacher belongs to the second category, too lethal " he point toward the door " he has no greed for money, i like this man, no one has ever said no to me but there was this respect in his refusal, I like his personality" Jeong stated laughing a little" we can't bribe him" Hwan commented.

" right we can not but" he paused sipping the wine ever so slowly" everyone has something to fear or-" he smirk " someone to fear" Hwan gave the evil smile in return understanding the meaning behind.

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"What! You refused him? It wasn't an indecent offer" Yura was fuming in anger when his father told them everything, three of the sister when standing in loving room, yura going feral why would her Dad refuse such a great offer.

" They wanted to buy my art" his face pained when he spoke " But dad, he respectfully requested you to sing"

"Holding someone for 4 hour, is that what your generation call respect? " He asked standing himself up and look at yura making her to lower her gaze.

" Then I don't want this kind of respect, I don't want to earn any money from them nor I want to sing for them " he pointed his finger when the youngest wanted to argue back " that's it, end of the discussion " he announced and walk away leaving a dissopointed yura behind.

Y/n tried to reach her but she shrugged her hand and walk out in anger.

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" Are you coming to the party yura? " liya, her bestfriend asked on the call excited for the party of their life waiting for yura climb up the wall of her fence.

" Yes I'm "

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Love is an empty word without respect