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The sound of his chelsea boots hitting the marble floor matches the beating of your heart. You're trembling and all the champagne you've drank threatens to spill out of your throat. Soft hands get a hold of your chin, his thumb tentatively running down your throat. You let out a whimper.

"My my, look at you, sunflower. Did you have too much fun?" He giggles sweetly, showing his pearly white teeth and moon eye smile.

To any other person Park jimin was the charming prince, a soft voice with gentle features. He looked so innocent. But for those who belonged in this life knew that looks could be deceiving. He was deadly as he was sweet.

Your lips tremble and you try to get away from his hands but he holds you firmly. His eyes hardening as you try to put some distance between you two.

"Always so stubborn. Do we have to tell every single waiter out there to not serve you alcohol or are you finally gonna behave like the good girl you are?" His thumb presses down harshly on your neck and you wonder if he can feel how fast your heart is beating.

You swallow, your throat feeling dry and rather than answering him, you look at him. You know he's not done, with the way he's staring at you, his dark eyes almost burning yours.

"You're lucky I was the one who found you here and not him. You know that right?" His jaw tenses while he speaks, his plump lips now formed into a thin line. He's pissed. "Nod if you understand"

And you do, automatically, like a robot.

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