"I won't die poor and powerless!" she declared, her voice trembling with determination.
"Then sell your soul to me," he whispered, his lips curling into a sinister smirk, eyes gleaming as he watched the desperation flicker in her gaze.
In a world wh...
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chapter eighteen ||play||
Seoul, korea;
Jimin collapsed against the balcony railing, the cold night air of Seoul biting at his skin. His chest rose and fell rapidly, heart pounding like it was trying to escape his ribcage. His hand instinctively gripped his chest, trying to steady the storm inside.
The sky above was vast, indifferent, yet he felt the weight of it pressing down on him. It was the secrets—the ones he wished he'd never uncovered—that made his heart race with this unbearable guilt. He had hurt her. The pain Y/n carried was his doing, and now the realization tore at him.
He'd always acted so distant, so detached. Cold in front of her, as if he was unbothered, indifferent to the chaos between them. But it was all a facade. Only God knew the weakness he had for her. Every glance she threw his way made his fists clench. Her smile, when it did appear made him forget how to breathe. And when she cried, her tears pierced him deeper than anything, a pain so excruciating it shook his very soul.
Jimin exhaled shakily, eyes still locked on the sky. He wished for anything, anything that could take this weight off his heart. But the truth was, he'd always be bound by it. Bound by her.
Jin stood beside Jimin, panting heavily, still catching his breath after chasing him up to the balcony. "What the hell were you thinking, driving like that?" he scolded, his voice sharp with worry. "You could've killed yourself!"
But Jimin didn't respond. His eyes were fixed on his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed. Jin watched with a frown as Jimin spoke into the phone, his voice low but urgent.
"Prepare my jet," Jimin commanded.
Jin's brows furrowed, the concern deepening in his voice. "Jimin, what are you talking about? Where are you planning to fly at this hour?"
Jimin finally turned to Jin, his expression dark, eyes gleaming with a chilling intensity. "Where she is," he said, voice dripping with a possessive resolve. "My soul needs her back. No one can take her from me. She was born for me, she'll live with me, and she'll die with me. She belongs to me." His lips curled slightly as he added, "Park Jimin is her owner."
Jin's stomach turned at the words, the coldness in Jimin's eyes unnerving him. There was something dangerous brewing beneath the surface, something Jin hadn't seen in Jimin before.
Jin's eyes narrowed as he watched Jimin, his tone firm as he spoke, "Don't make a single mistake again, Jimin. You may think you own her, but that doesn't make it true. Remember that." His voice lowered, carrying the weight of a warning. "Until she believes it, you're walking a fine line."
But Jimin didn't even pause. His jaw clenched, and without another word, he walked past Jin, his steps resolute, as if nothing could deter him from what he had set his mind on. Jin could only watch, his unease growing. Jimin was heading down a dark path, and he feared there would be no turning back.
