She scrutinized him for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow. "Uhm, so?"
He chuckled softly. "So what?"
She bit her lip, glancing out the window. "So, once we land, how exactly are you planning to get me back? I’m not about to waste my money, you know."
He looked at her, amused. "Don't worry, I promise you won’t be bored."
She turned away, lost in thought.
After three long hours, the plane finally touched down—in the middle of a dense jungle. She scanned her surroundings, her unease growing. "Why would you land your plane in the middle of a jungle? And why so far from Korea? I’ve never even heard of this place. Are there... people here?"
He smirked, not answering right away. One of his men opened a laptop, and after a quick glance at the screen, he made a call. As she turned around, she noticed three or four black SUVs pulling up beside the plane. She blinked in surprise, the question nagging at her: 'Who is he?'
She studied him more closely. Everything about him screamed luxury—from the expensive watch on his wrist to the perfectly polished shoes, and, of course, the billion-dollar Dior shirt and jeans.
“Come, sit here,” he said, gesturing to the SUV in the center. She hesitated, but one of his men opened the door for her, and she reluctantly got in. He slid in beside her, and as she glanced at the men surrounding them, something seemed off. All of them had similar tattoos in the same place and identical hairstyles. Clearly, they all worked for this strange man, but... why did it feel so eerie?
He pulled out his phone and started speaking in rapid Japanese. She understood every word but pretended not to. 'Why am I doing this?' she wondered.
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Within minutes, they arrived at an unfamiliar place. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of a stunning, luxurious mansion. But instead of heading toward the grand estate, the cars veered off to another building a short distance away. This house was just as large but had a distinct vintage charm, its aged architecture contrasting with the modern mansion.
As the cars parked in the driveway, a group of guards immediately surrounded them. The moment they stepped out, one of the guards opened the door for her. She hesitated, glancing around in confusion, until he gently guided her out of the car.
“Enjoying the vacation so far?” he asked, a glint of amusement in his eyes.
“Do you live here?” she blurted out, unable to hide her surprise.
Her question drew a soft chuckle from him. “I don’t stay in one place.”
“What? What does that mean?” she asked, bewildered.
“Nothing you need to worry about,” he replied smoothly. “You can go inside and rest. I’ll be back soon.”
“Wait—what do you mean, I have to stay here?” she exclaimed, her eyes widening.
He smirked at her reaction. “So, you want to stay with me instead?”
“What the—! I never said that! Oh, please, I’m not staying here any longer! Just tell me how to get back home! I DON’T WANT TO STAY HERE!” she shouted, her voice rising in panic.
"YOU AREN'T GOING BACK THAT EASILY!" he stated.
I looked at him annoyed. "Who do you think you are?"
He smirked and said. "Park Jimin."
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Mystère / Thriller[ONGOING] You've read countless 'rivals to lovers' stories, but what sets this apart is its darkness: there are no rivals, no lovers-only backstabbers. Everyone is a traitor, and trust is the most dangerous illusion of all.
