"𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝"
"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙"
Kim Seokjin, the youngest supreme court justice in South Korea. He was the man who had everything anyone would ever want, money...
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Author's POV
Jimin stood in front of the door with an unknown expression. His attire was black from head to toe, His hair now dyed silver, peaking at the sexier look he had been subconsciously going for. Silver earrings dangling from each ear. Earlobes aching with the pressure of the ear cuffs engulfing them. Each of his fingers was lined up with silver rings, sharp bracelets lacing his right wrist, and veins mounting his arms. Oh, what a sight it would be to see those very fingers teasingly crawl around your frail neck...
A satanically dark aura enveloped Jimin inside its palms, the usual Jimin you'd known simply wasn't there anymore.
The light in his eyes was far gone by the sharp hooded lids. The natural sympathetic look on his face was replaced by a cold, hardening glare. Instead of the urge to figure out others in his head, he wanted nothing but to get what he wanted. His frame was towering and monstrous. Perhaps this was the side that Jimin, oh so carefully, hid from the world.
The man tilted his head as he continued to bore his eyes toward the white door with its frame painted golden. There was a doorbell of the same colour standing beside it, but it was just as usual to Jimin as the existence of anything else.
Jimin licked his lips as a vile smirk latched upon his sinfully thick red lips. This was such the wrong thing to do. Yet that simply spiked the running thrill inside the dark prince. His evil heart and mind tempted him to do worse things than simply wanting to enter the house of...
Min Yoongi
It was a shame that the male wasn't inside the comfort of his house, but that was still in Jimin's favour. The male turned his head toward the CCTV camera, pointing directly at the door. With a loud laugh, Jimin shook his head. None of them could see him. Not even a soul knew he had even walked through the gates of this building.
Without even caring that it was wrong to break into someone's house without permission, the door squeaked a click sound, gradually opening on its own, welcoming the satanic presence without knowing the dangers.
