Jeon and Park Twins [gukkook×jimins]

🍷18. Rescued by devil🍷

WARNINGS ⚠️

1.THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION !

2.𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.!!!

3.𝗠𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁/𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀.!!!

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AUTHOR'S POV

The cool air heightened the tension in the atmosphere, his body shivering from both the cold and the unspoken emotions lingering between them. As he waited for him to return, Jimin tugged Jeonggukk's shirt further down his legs, trying to maintain his composure and dignity despite the storm of feelings brewing inside jimin. His ever-present seductive smirk lingered in Jimin's mind.

"Here." Jeonggukk's hoarse, deep voice cut through the silence, sending an involuntary shiver down Jimin's spine.

Jeonggukk stood before jimin, his bare chest gleaming in the dim light, every inch of him exuding strength and control. In his hand, he held a makeshift container, carved from a coconut shell. He stared at him in confusion, unsure of where he had found it. "Where did you get this?" Jimin asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Jeongguk sighed, the simple act causing the muscles in his arms and chest to flex. His gaze flicked to jimin, sharp with a touch of irritation. "The proper response should be 'thank you,'" he muttered under his breath, extending the coconut shell toward jimin.

"But where did you find a coconut?" Jimin asked again, his curiosity overriding his caution.

Jeonggukk's jaw tightened as he handed jimin the coconut meat he had scraped. "Mr. Park, focus on eating and drinking, not asking questions," he replied, his voice edged with impatience. His mocking brow lifted, clearly not in the mood for explanations.

Jimin frowned, feeling a spark of frustration at his attitude. "I just asked a question," he muttered under his breath, taking the coconut shell from him.

Without further argument, he began drinking the coconut water and eating the meat, savoring the brief respite despite the tension still simmering between them.

The silence between them swelled, thick with unspoken tension. The moment demanded words, but their lips remained sealed—caught between their stubborn dominance and silent ignorance of each other's vulnerability.

"How are we going to get out of this?" Jimin muttered under his breath, his brows furrowed in worry. His sharp eyes followed Jimin's every movement, sensing the fear and uncertainty gnawing at him. It wasn't just the fear of being stranded—it was the dread of never being found, of being forgotten in the abyss they found themselves in.

Unbeknownst to jimin, the demon beside him, ever cunning and calculating, had already prepared for this. Tucked inside his shoes was a discreet location tracker. No matter how ruthless, lethal, or damaging he appeared to the world, Jeon Jeongguk was always one step ahead—ready for any danger. He thrived in chaos, always prepared to turn the tables on his enemies.

𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣｡

"Hello, dear brother," a voice echoed through the tense air.