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Marry Me?

Jimin stood at the front door of their home. His nerves were frayed and his left hand shook involuntarily. He thirsted for a drink to take the edge off. He had been standing by the door for the past five minutes and tried to go in to the house a couple of times but his courage failed him. There would be no turning back the moment he walked through the doors. When did it become difficult to walk through the doors of their home? This place has always been his escape from the mad world – a place where he could find peace and quiet. Was it all lost?

He straightened his suit and dusted off imaginary lint. He still did not understand how Tae was able to convince him to come home in a suit that was supposed to be for a 'VIP' client. He chuckled lowly at how easy he fell for some of the bullshit his friends fed him – most of the time it was for his own good.