𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Muse 26.

Third person's pov:

"The one and only greatest,Y/n Rosalia Abalkin has came back to paris for her schedule for her upcoming ramp runways. She had flown to Italy for her official lauching of Vintorio's in Rome.

She will be continuing her works and we pray her a speedy recovery since she was poisoned by Jonas Sebastian who's been in jail for a week now. Thankyou very much"

The gates of the airport opening as Lori tries to put a hand above y/n's eyes. "Try not to look up alot"but again he forgets who she was. Y/n Abalkin. A woman who doesn't likes to listen to anyone's orders,even hers.

Eyes straight into the cameras in front of her,she smiles wodely to the huhe swarm of people,trying to get photos or even a glimpse of her thunderous beauty. She was a shining star,the way she walked to the way her eyes narrowed so smoothly and the way she looked into the cameras,it was like she was born to be a star.

She walks her walk through the people as her bodyguards try to keep the crowd away from her. Lori chuckles,with a gentke shake of his head. Never listening to anyone. That's what makes her unique.

Stopping just right in front of her car,she turns around when a flash right beside her eye gives her a moment of dizziness to which Lori suddenly catches her waist,balancing her and glaring at the caneraman,gesturing him to put away the camera from her face or else he'll murder him.

She keeps her professional face on and inhales a sigh,looking right into the cameras. "Makeup,1200$. Outfit,3500$ from channel and dior. Shoes,only one in kind by the one and only,Vintorio's. Custom made for me. Do i look enlugh appropriate and successful now? Or should i do more?"

As she turns around to enter her car,the intensity of the screams going louder and louder by her bold statement that was just made. She's so iconic. Lori grins as he puts on her seatbelt for her,faces insanely close to each other.

"What's that smile for?"she asks,taking off her heals and hissing at her hurting feet. "You're iconic love,absolutely killing and i love that"she lets out a silent laugh,looking back at her feet and massaging them,seeing her wounds again seeping blood.

"People try to provoke me but they tend to forget that,i'm their fucking mother and if I tend to,I could easily demolish their existence right there and then"lori gets on his knees,grabbing napkins and the gel that was prescribed to apply on her wounds.

"It still hurts?"eyes dart towards her,seeing her smiling. "Not really. I'm used to it now"he looks at her heels which were stained with her blood from inside,sighing in distress. "Why don't you go on a hiatus for awhile?"she snickers mockingly.

"Really? Go on a hiatus and let that asshole live happily? All these wounds and risking my health for nothing?"

"Taking a little break won't lessen your fame"

"But it'll surely lessen my mental stability seeing jungkook having his way with the Abalkin's. Don't you dare play the game Abalkin's played with me Lori-"

"Calm down. Relax. I'm not asking you to leave Vintorio,i just want your injuries to not worsen"

"Oh fuck my feet,i wanna see Jungkook crying and begging on his knees for forgiveness,these wounds don't matter to me"

Applying a little pressure upon her wounds,she winces. "Wounds don't matter?"

"Do that again and see me inserting these heels right in the middle of your forehead you-"

"Okay i'm sorry i'm sorry,but please take care of your feet and health love. Revenge will be taken but it won't be worth it ruining you pretty feet hm?"