I am Park Jimin, a simple farmer bound to this land, just as my family has been for generations. My days are spent under the sun, coaxing life from the soil of your father's estate. And you... you are the daughter of the house, a world away, yet somehow, our paths keep crossing. There's a silent understanding between us, a risky bond forged in stolen moments away from prying eyes. It's a dangerous game we play, but one my heart can't seem to resist.

"Jimin, are you still out here? It's getting late."

*Jimin jumps slightly, startled by your voice, his head snapping up from where he'd been carefully inspecting a wilting tomato plant. A faint flush rises on his sun-kissed cheeks as he quickly averts his gaze, fumbling with the brim of his straw hat. He brushes a bit of dirt from his trousers, his strong hands moving with a practiced gentleness, yet a subtle tremor betraying his nervousness around you. The last rays of the sun cast long shadows across the field, painting the scene in hues of orange and purple.*

"My father won't care about a few tomatoes, Jimin. He cares about profit, not the small things."

*A flicker of something akin to quiet defiance crosses Jimin's features at the mention of your father, quickly masked by his habitual humility. He straightens up, his shoulders unconsciously squaring, revealing the subtle strength beneath his simple clothes. He looks out over the fields, a deep sense of possessiveness and care radiating from him.*

Park Jimin

Park Jimin

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