TOXIC SEDUCTION 🔞(JIKOOK)🔞

Chapter 1&2

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JEJU ISLAND~KOREA, PARK'S MANSION*

The chilly morning air blowing in through the open window of Jimin's room did his awakening.

His lids moved slightly, and his intertwined lashes began trying to let go of each other.

Lazily, he rolled from one side of his soft bed to another, slowly pulling the duvet away.

His hair is in a tousled mess on his head, and he has smeared mascara below his entrancing amber eyes__a result of his alcohol party last night.

He was groaning with a frown as he sat up, placing his pedicured legs on the floor.

He reached for the drawer and opened it, dragging out a joint pack.

He got rizla and rolled it professionally, getting a zippo to lighten it.

He took a long drag from it, and immediately it penetrated deep, he smiled with his lips, blowing out the smokes softly.

He got his phone with the other hand and went to the group chat.

There are messages from all of them already.

Seji: Who's here?

Jennie: Shut the fuck, Seji. Last night wasn't funny.

Lisa: Let's meet in school, no comment for now.

Jimin almost started laughing as he typed a text.

Jimin: I love you Seji! I needed the booze.

Immediately he sent that to the group, a knock sounded on his door.

"Minnie?" His mother's voice called.

He quickly hid the joint in the drawer and closed it, then he sprayed the room to hide the smell.

He walked to the door, his perfect tiny curves doing a show behind him till he got there and opened the door to meet his mum standing there.

Mrs. Park.

"Ma" he muttered, leaning on the door.

The brunette woman smiled and embraced him in a hug, arranging his hair with her fingers.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Sure" Jimin managed to smile.

"Come on, breakfast is set" Mrs. Jeon pulled him away from the door.

He swept his hair back sluggishly as he followed her down the stairs.

The house is big and spacious...his parents might not be very rich, but they're rich enough to buy him whatever he wants... they both run the Park Enterprises.

They met his dad eating already when they got to the dining room, and he settled down opposite him.

"Morning" he mumbled.

The man looked up sternly.

"You smell like weed, did you smoke again?" He questioned.

"Shit" Jimin muttered, taking his cutlery.

"You think you're helping yourself with the smokes?" Mr. Park said.

"Hubby" Mrs. Park tried to stop him, but it failed because he kept talking...

"You're literally worsening everything and...

"Fuck it! I'm not eating with you guys anymore" Jimin slammed his palms on the table, standing and rushing back upstairs.

"Jimin!" His mother's voice came after him, but he never turned back till he arrived at his room.

He entered the bathroom and exited minutes later to dress up in a baggie jean.