Good luck reading this behemoth lmao
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[SCI FI • ENEMIES TO LOVERS] In 2330, a charming criminal named Park Jimin discovers an artifact that changes his life. A volunteer navy pilot, Y/n L/n, convinces him to join the legendary space explorers k...
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SEASON 3 EPISODE 14
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System: Volii
Faction: Freestar Collective
Planet: Volii Alpha
Place: Neon
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Jimin
Fuck Ryujin. Fuck Jungkook. Fuck life.
Jimin gasped and gagged, coughing as he threw more of the purple powder back, laughing in the process. Ever since his first Aurora trip, he hadn't gone more than twelve hours without it. Being rich meant he could buy it in mass from the Trade Authority scattered around the galaxy. Everyone knew the Trade Authority sold it, yet the authorities hadn't done anything. They had bigger priorities, like Spacers raiding research stations on a daily basis and Va'ruun zealots picking fights with the Freestar and UC alike.
That led Jimin to his situation: Aurora. In the Astral Lounge. Again. It was the same time, same place. That meant the naive-as-hell Isabelle was there, as they had agreed the second time Jimin had gotten high a week prior, after his fight with Taehyung. Turned out Isabelle went to the Astral Lounge every day since Jimin had left. Damn, was he that hot that she had kept showing up for the chance to see him? Too bad for her; Jimin had his eyes on one person.
Y/n Park.
"Jimin," Isabelle's distorted voice said, and Jimin picked his head up, listening to the EDM music that went in reverse, smelling the alcohol that spilled on the floors and stank up the wide space, and watching the dancers twerking on stage. Half of them looked like Y/n to him. The other half had no face at all.
"Yesssss?" Jimin almost fell off the stool, but he had become more accustomed to the highs. He could control his movements a bit better.
