Jeon and Park Twins [gukkook×jimins]

🍷20.Dialing Dangerously 🍷

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.!!!

WARNINGS ⚠️

PARK JAEMIN'S P.O.V

10 October 2024
Tuesday
At JEON MANSION

Breathe, breathe, breathe, Mochi, just fucking breathe.

You're gonna go and ask Mr. Jeonggukk for his number, and that's OK? OK?! Yeah, OK?

OK?

I am not OK-ahhh!!!

I paced around the grand entrance of the mansion, which was ethereal as fuck-oops, I mean, was magnificently beautiful, attracting the eye of a beauty connoisseur. Yeah, that's me.

WTF am I babbling about? I'm here to get my demon's number. Why? Because I don't know shit about my boss and I'm about to go on a trip with him to the city of art, passion, and fashion.

Oh, that rhymed.

Pff.

I should be taking this seriously. Yeah, puffing my chest with air, I exhaled loudly, catching the attention of a guard. I smiled awkwardly at him and hurriedly took my steps toward Mr. Jeonggukk's mansion.

It's OK, Mochi, it's OK. Just get in and ask. After all, Mr. Jeonggukk is your best friend now...

Really?? Is he? My inner brain mocked me.

I don't know if that predator is capable of being a friend or not, but I'm taking the risk. I have nothing to lose, to be honest. The loop of my life has been the same:

Try, try, try-then fail.

I try to be happy. I try to cope. I try to deal with it, and then, boom-fate always seems to mock me. A sarcastic laugh slipped out of my lips.

"What's so funny, chocolate cake lover?" I flinched hard, grasping my chest in fear. My breaths became ragged. WTF, who scares people like that?

I turned around to find the predator, the menacing demon figure beside me, his freshly bathed hair dripping with sinful water drops from his forehead, taking my breath away for a moment. His siren-black eyes, shining like diamonds, screamed danger. He glanced down at me with a small hint of malice, yet a softened shine there to calm my nerves. His brow raised in question. Mr. Jeonggukk's shirt, stretched across his buffed, taut body, had buttons that looked ready to burst free.

Fucking hell. Damn.

Focus, Jaemin, focus.

I gulped and stepped backward to maintain a good space-for my own sanity.

Why do both brothers drive me crazy?

Focus-

I smiled wobbly. "Haha, Mr. Jeon, such a great day, yeah?" I exclaimed with fake enthusiasm, praying he wouldn't notice my 0% effort at acting. Still smiling like a dumbass.