Jungkook's gaze lingered on him for a beat longer than necessary before he turned on his heel, heading back toward the door. "I'll see you in few minutes baby doll. Get some rest till then and be prepared cause today I'm going to feast on you."
With that, he was gone, leaving Jimin standing alone in the room, the weight of his situation settling over him like a suffocating cloud. he sank onto the bed, his hands trembling as he smoothed the satin sheets beneath him. The darkness outside the window pressed against the glass like an unseen force, mirroring the fear gnawing at him insides.
What have I done? Should I run awayy or something but he won't be happy and within just few hours I will be here again in his World " jimin was in his thoughts.
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Jungkook let the silence stretch, watching Jimin with that dark, knowing smirk. He stepped closer, forcing Jimin to tilt his head up to meet his gaze.
"Get some rest till then, baby doll," Jungkook murmured, voice smooth but edged with control. His fingers traced along Jimin’s jaw before tilting his chin up. "Because tonight, I’m going to feast on you."
Jimin scoffed. "Feast? What are you, a vampire?" He waved a hand dismissively. "God, you’re so dramatic. You do realize I’m not actually scared of you, right?"
Jungkook’s smirk twitched. "Jimin."
"I mean, really," Jimin continued, undeterred. "Big bad mafia boss ooh, so terrifying. What’s next? You gonna throw me over your shoulder and claim I belong to you? Maybe punch a wall for dramatic effect?" He gasped mockingly. "Oh no, what ever shall I do"
Jungkook grabbed his chin roughly, cutting him off.
"I don’t need to tell you," Jungkook said lowly. "You already know who you belong to."
Jimin’s breath hitched, but he quickly masked it with an unimpressed look.
"Wow," he deadpanned. "So original. I’ve totally never heard that one before."
Jungkook exhaled through his nose, clearly trying not to snap. Then he turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him.
Jimin rolled his eyes. "Whipped."
Then, Click, The door open again making Jimin roll his eyes before .
Jimin sat up, already smirking. "Couldn’t stay away, huh?"
But it wasn’t Jungkook.
A man in black.
A knife gleaming in his hand.
Jimin barely dodged the first strike, stumbling back as the blade sliced through empty air. He knocked over a lamp
(Gladly it was Jungkook' property so it is Jungkook’s problem, not his).
The assassin lunged again. Jimin grabbed the closest object a pillow and threw it.
The assassin stared. "Seriously?"
Jimin shrugged. "Hey, not all of us come armed, alright?"
The man lunged and Bang.! !
The door slammed open.
Jungkook.
The air shifted.
One look at the situation and Jungkook moved.
The assassin barely had time to react before Jungkook’s fist collided with his face, sending him crashing into the dresser. Jungkook grabbed him by the collar, pressing a gun to his temple.
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Jeon's Babydoll || Jikook
Fanfiction" I Jeon Jungkook the sire of the dark empire today announced park Jimin as my spouse and your highness and as my people supported and respect me will do the same to your highness same attitude should be shown to him also if anyone dare to go again...
