"I'd set the world on fire, including myself, if it meant saving her."
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Power. It is a word easy to spell, but hard to master. It is humanity's biggest desire, and everyone wants to know what it feels like to be the most powerful person in the...
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The glass door slid open with a soft hiss as we finally stepped back into the sanctuary of penthouse. The warm air of the living was a welcome change from the stifling tension of the boardroom. Jimin was already in motion, peeling off his coat and rolling up his sleeves with a focused intensity, all while pinning his phone to his ear with his shoulder.
He handed the coat to me a silent, domestic gesture which I took, walking further inside to drape it over the back of the couch.
Jimin- Those officers will meet me first, before the interrogation. No, Namjoon will only choose that team. I want people we can trust.
He said into the phone, his voice sharp and authoritative. I sank onto the plush cushions of the couch, kicking off my heels with a groan of relief. My feet throbbed, and my head felt heavy with the weight of the day's secrets. It had been one hell of a day, a whirlwind of funeral and power plays, and I was genuinely exhausted. Jimin finally hung up, the silence of the room settling around us as he looked over at me.
Jimin- The interrogation will be tomorrow.
He said, his tone softening as his eyes met mine.
Suhani- Alright, I'll remember.
I replied, leaning my head back against the upholstery.
Jimin- I'll be there with you.
He added firmly, leaving no room for argument.
Suhani- Don't worry, I'll handle it.
Jimin- Of course you will. You did quite well earlier, shutting everyone's mouth with your remarks. I haven't seen the advisors that quiet in years, they only goes quite infront of me.
He walked over and sat down beside me, his presence radiating a comforting heat. I smiled at his praise, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the room's temperature.
Suhani- Namjoon is giving me the best teaching.
Jimin- Oh, believe me. Whatever you said earlier in the meeting surely doesn't sound like Namjoon's teaching. It was my little Iblis.
Jimin chuckled, sliding closer until our shoulders touched. The nick name his private, dark endearment for me sent a shiver down my spine. He pulled me toward his chest, his strong hands wrapping around my body as he drew me into his lap.
I couldn't help but laugh as he began peppering my neck with kisses, his stubble grazing my skin in a way that was almost ticklish, momentarily melting away the stress of the council.
Jungkook- Look at these two lovebirds, in their own world, huh?
The sudden voice made us both jump slightly. We turned to see Jungkook strolling into the living room, looking entirely too comfortable. In his hand, he held a dark, elegant bottle of exquisite wine plucked straight from Jimin's private alcohol collection.
