The Seventh Floor - JJK [✓]

TWENTY - FOUR

"Why you?" He smiled, rubbing her hands, giving her space to collect her thoughts.

He continued,  "In our shadow world, Queens are the true sovereigns and supreme over Kings. The Seventh-floor sovereignty was no joke. He might not love you, but you're the power he needs. You're akin to the legendary Jeon Alessia, The Mafia Queen! Now will you consider bearing my legacy?"

Smiling, he defined her existence still cautiously but she was unable to understand any of his words. The only thing she understood so far is that she is as strong as Jungkook's mother and is capable of ruling their world and that could be the only reason why they both want her, but that's not what she desires.

"I - I need to think about it.. let me k-ll that Eva first.." by saying that she hugged him, for always being transparent to her and left his room.

"Wait what?? Did I just agree to have a child with him? Why am I thinking it's all a game? Mr. Park, I'm definitely using you at this point." She tapped her face and walked to the kitchen, filing the glass of water she gulped down.

"I can't use him no no.. he's really a nice human.. I am a bad bitch.. he deserves the world not me.. no no Skyla... stop using Jimin to destroy Jungkook, you can do that alone... focus focus ..." lamented, splashing water on her face she ran to her room and locked it from inside.

Sinking to her knees in the dimly lit room, tears welled in her eyes, yet she made no sound. The weight of her despair and anger pressed upon her, a heavy burden she could no longer bear in silence.

"Jungkook, You've not only stolen my identity but concealed the truth about my parents. You've used me for your hidden agendas, and now, I have nothing left to lose, nothing left to live for." Her words trembled with fury.

She gazed ahead, her eyes filled with a cold determination. "Mr. Park will soon forget the little game I've been playing since the moment I left your aviary, once I die. Do you think I'll crumble?" Her lips curled into a sinister smile as she continued, "I will carry the memory of every betrayal with me, and when the time comes, I'll wield the blade of revenge against her throat. Just take me back to your building once."

Again a creepy smirk plastered on her face, laughing cockily she dashed over to the bed and flopped on the stomach, drifting off to the dreamland of k-lling eva.

This is her every second routine having numerous thoughts to give her the most brutal and cruel death.

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The following morning, the soft morning light filled the hall as Yn sat at the dining table, lost in thought. The diligent maid, with a graceful flourish, served their breakfast. Yn was wondering where Jimin was, a lingering question on her mind.

Just as she was about to voice her query to the maid, the air was suddenly filled with the cheerful voice of Jimin. Her gaze shifted towards the owner of the sound, and there he was, walking towards her with his usual charismatic presence.

"Good morning, Ms. Chang," he greeted her warmly, his voice carrying a reassuring tone that snapped her out of her contemplative state.

She felt the need to address what happened last night. She wanted to clarify her feelings, make things right. "Mr. Park, don't get me wrong. Last night was rea..."

Jimin interrupted, his understanding smile putting her at ease. "It was heavy for you, and you didn't mean it. You're ashamed and embarrassed. Also, that kiss, well, it means nothing, right? I understand you were pitying me. You're the only one I've ever shown this vulnerable side to, so your reaction was expected... Don't worry, and let's forget it," he reassured, his words like a soothing balm to her soul.