Still With You || JIKOOK ||

∆ Haunting Past ∆

" Not every beautiful person's past is as beautiful as them...
Behind the beautiful feeling of holding a Rose, there's the pain of piercing thorns. "

Third Person's POV

The room was dimly lit , everything about it seemed completely royal. One piece of furniture in the room could cost millions of dollars. It seemed like an office room.

And in reality it was even a private office . It was cold and silent in that room , only a heavy breathing of someone could be heard.

A man sat there on one of those overstuffed dark maroon leather couch with his eyes closed , head resting back and legs crossed.

His finger tips were almost crushing the whiskey glass in his hand. He was breathing heavily, slightly shaking and his face and neck were turning red slowly.

The person looked royal and powerful, just like he actually was. His hair was jelled back , his face was really handsome but nothing in his face showed peace.

It was anger, infuriating destructive anger that radiated off of him.

" Ughhh ! " With a sudden frustrated angry scrowl, the man threw of his whiskey glass, it hit the wall and shattered on the shinning marble floor.

In his other hand it was an Asian business magazine . His fingers were almost crushing it .

" Si-sir..." Someone called with utter fear in their voice. He was standing there in the corner with a pale face , shaky knees. He surely didn't prefer to be here in this office in his own will. He knew that he had no right to stand here in this place yet he was here.

" DON'T FUCKING SIR ME YOU MOTHER FUCKING MORON ! USELESS PIECE OF TRASH " The one superior in the room screamed with utter agony, making the other one shake with fear.

" Sir... I... I- " the other was really scared.

" I what !? You what Mr. Choi ? Do you feel like you wanna die ? Awwww, how considerate and cute of yours. May I fulfill your wish ? Please ? " The psychopath like tone was evident in the angry voice of the man on the couch.

His eyes radiated hatred and venom as he raised the magazine infront of his eyes again.

The scared one stayed completely silent as he knew that one wrong word can kill him in seconds.

" PARK FUCKING JIMIN ! HOW CAN HE BE ALIVE !? " The man screamed , his face completely red and hot in anger as his breathe also started heaving more. He threw the magazine in the middle of the room.

The cover page of the magazine was crushed and crumpled but it wouldn't be hard to recognise the gorgeous picture of a man on it.

It was none other than Park Jimin , his picture entitled there as , Nation's Best Businessman 2022, South Korea.

" HOW COULD- JUST FUCKING HOW-WHEN !? THIS MOTHER FUCKING FILTHY PIECE OF SHIT DIED YEARS AGO ! HOW CAN HE RISE UP FROM DEAD !? " He screamed slamming his hand on the glass made center table, his rings and the immence force of the hit made the glass crack .

He stared at his own reflection on the now cracked glass. There was no one but a backstabber that he could see and he loved it this way.

" I FUCKING SAW HIM DEAD ! I KILLED HIM ! HE WAS SHOT IN HIS HEAD ! I FUCKING POISONED HIM EVEN BEFORE THAT ! BUT THAT BASTARD MANAGED TO FIGHT WHILE DYING , EVEN WITH A CHILD IN HIM ! " His eyes were glistening now, with angry tears. His years of hard work was going in vain just when he started to accept that everything's over.