Fake Love (Mafia au)

CHAPTER 17: The rise of the Sun

Jimin's POV

I stomped back down the stairs, anger surging through my veins. 

Why was she such a bitch?

When I'd been nothing but sympathetic, having said absolutely nothing to offend her but offer her my services, she'd just rolled her eyes at me and practically told me to fuck off. I'd tried reasoning, gave her many chances but no. She would decide to be a stubborn piece of shit.

Most girls would have been kneeling at my feet, begging me to fuck them.

But not her.

She'd yell in my face, making a fool out of me.

So, I'd come to the conclusion that the Choi girl was a nuisance, annoying, bitchy, aggressive, but God damn was she hot. She had the body of a model and the face of an angel. Literally, the definition of perfection. But that could be easily overlooked with her snobby personality.

I supposed I may have been simply curious to see, making up excuses of "having sympathy" so I could see what she was like, but she still pissed me off. Although, I couldn't put all the blame on her I supposed, the girl had been through some things if she was the daughter of Choi Sang.

God I absolutely loathed him.

He was practically untouchable, a golden mafia boss, billionaire, leader of an empire, had a beautiful wife before he killed her, and had one hot looking daughter. I swore, the dude had everything, and I hated his guts for it. Though, that wasn't the only reason that I despised him. He had no respect for anyone but himself, and his thirst for power was so strong and revolting.

I sneered at the thought.

I just couldn't see myself liking Taehyung's new girl.

Obviously, she was off limits, I'd known from the start and I would have no developing feelings for a Choi, but still.........girl looked like she'd be a good fuck. So I wanted to get to know her.

Yeah.

Well.

Didn't go as planned.

I walked into the kitchen, trying not to think of my internal rant as the smell of sweet breakfast filled my nostrils. I licked my lips. 

Jin was flipping pieces of french toast on a stove top pan, filling the kitchen with the smell of cinnamon and sugar, with hints of nutmeg and syrup. 

"It smells amazing," I called, and Jin turned around and gave me a gentle smile.

"Yeah?"

I grinned, "Yeah, smells like I'm in Heaven. You haven't cooked or baked in a while, why not have the chefs just prepare this?"

Jin turned back around, shrugged, and it was obvious there was still a smile on his face. "I wanted to take the opportunity to welcome someone who means a lot to Taehyung, since he hasn't brought a girl before who's stayed longer than a night."

I rolled my eyes, "OK two things. One; she hasn't been here much longer than a night. Two; she isn't here on her own free will. So why the hell are we throwing a welcoming party."

"Oh, well, all the more reason that we should be nice and make her breakfast, help her feel at ease," he said, defending himself and the girl.

I scoffed, "You met her last night, didn't she seem, oh, I don't know, kind of like a bitch?"

Jin turned back to look at me and frowned, "No."

My brows shot up, "Really? You don't recall her telling us, and I quote, 'Great, now get the fuck out'.......?"