prologue

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I don't know if it's those damn wicked eyes of yours that bewitched me


"Baby, this is my best friend, Park Jimin"


Or if it's that damn evil smile on your lips that made me so attached to you


It was those eyes. They could be riddled toxic whenever they dangerously touch my whole body with a single glance from head to toe


"Jimin, this is my little sister, Dahyun."


"sister" he repeats with
doubt


In this world I am blessed to live in wealth and with a name that everyone knows, getting to buy all the things I want without even worrying about the price


Kim Dahyun, the dignified girl that I am never had to struggle for anything in her entire life, but why do I feel so defeated because of him?


Giving me awful emotions that ache deep in the heart, the thought of yearning for something that even money can't buy, I want him.


I need to have him.


"Nice to meet you-" his eyes delate from surprise the moment I accept his hand and shake it torridly placing it against my chest, our fingers locked into each other


I boldly proclaim "you're mine."


"What the fucking fuck!" Seokjin bursts from my words
"Dahyun, what the hell-"


He laughed before pulling his hand back, his force was strong enough to make me stagger back a bit, he mocked my words "I'm not yours"


"You are"


He fixed his sleeves that got ruffled from my tight grip and hissed from disappointment, he looked back at me with raised brows


"how old are you again?"


"I'm fourteen!" I exclaimed and the notorious Park Jimin could only laugh at my words, his eyes looked evil like the devil, a soul less paradox looking into the blooming paradise in my eyes



"what does a fourteen year old know about love?"



"I know enough"



He smiled, dipping his hands on the pocket of his pants. He took dangerous steps towards me and bends down to level his face with mine



"Little girl, never in this life"



I knew by then his eyes and that smile were both riddled with the devil, they were toxic and bewitching while curving upwards in delight



"will you have me."








"This is a story about hate and falling in love."

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