Jeon and Park Twins [gukkook×jimins]

🍷12. Chocolate Date with the Devil🍷

JEON JUNGKOOK'S POV

Date.

Park Jimin, a man with high self-respect and a lion with wildness, his words like venom that blends lies with the truth of illegality. I am sure this man is not one to joke with. Jimin's a manipulator, the most prestigious man I have ever met.

Jimin's defiance always amuses me, making me want to explore more. The rendering feelings he evokes are intimate. I always wonder whether Jimin is someone to be played with.

Stepping forward to open the door for him, Jimin smiles—a proud smirk that never leaves his lips. Those luscious plump lips always contain a bold dark red matte tint, yet they mutter out venom, and it's so fucking beautiful.

Jimin has his ways to intrigue, no matter what. He always creates a spark I hadn't felt before, and it's so fun knowing Jimin has Jeongguk's attention. I have one more thing to enjoy.

I am not using Jimin to annoy the shit out of my twin brother. No, that fucker doesn't even deserve my attention. I have always been like a kid tailing behind him, but the words he said and the way he hurt me in the past were enough to keep me away from him.

My intention is to enjoy my time with Jimin and to explore the unknown feelings I have been developing lately. My emotions have been swirling these past days, tormenting me.

My mind drifts in any direction. I don't know whether it's good or bad, but I let the flow take its course.

"Mr. Jeon, dreaming in daylight?" Jimin muses, taking me out of my trance, his velvety voice caressing my ears.

"Why would I? The dream is right in front of me," I muttered, gazing at Jimin deeply. He consumes my thoughts with his indulgence.

Jimin scoffs and twirls a strand of hair that irritates him, staring into my eyes deeply. "You've been playing with your words, Jeon Jungkook. What's on your mind?" Jimin props his hands on the table of the prestigious, opulent five-star hotel, which I brought him to. It's one of my properties. I chuckle, seeing Jimin raise his brows in impression.

"It's been you, what can I say?" I hum and tilt my head, acknowledging his features that are strikingly sophisticated. High cheekbones frame his face, giving him an air of regality. Jimin's almond eyes, a deep, captivating brown, glimmer with intelligence and a hint of mischief. Long, dark lashes accentuate their allure. His full plump lips, always adorned with a bold dark red matte tint, are full and luscious, often curving into a smirk that holds untold secrets. Jimin's skin is milky white smooth and radiant, a testament to meticulous care. The silky hair he often twirls falls in sleek waves, complementing his sharp, defined jawline. Every aspect of Jimin's appearance exudes confidence and elegance, making his presence undeniably magnetic.

"If I've been in your mind, then how did you manage your businesses? I'm sorry, did you go bankrupt and need me to save you from loan sharks?" Jimin remarked, each word dripping with sarcasm that pushes me to the edge. I laughed, my deep voice rumbling in my chest as Jimin smirks and leans back in his chair, man spreading his legs with bold dominance.

"You wound me, Mr Park. Bankrupt?" I mused, my brows furrowed in amusement, and my smirk widened. "Being the richest man and one of the youngest billionaires, you hurt my esteem with your words." I raised my brow as Jimin rolled his eyes playfully and leaned closer, his hand resting on the table, his pungent scent hitting my nose like a wild, intoxicating fragrance.

"And I know how much of it is legal," Jimin whispered, making me raise my brow in astonishment. I leaned back in my chair.

Jimin does know how to be influential.