heartbreak hotel ♡ p.j.

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Jet black hair was invisible in the dead black night but, his pearly white smile shined the night sky. His aura camouflaged his mischievous hellion devilish ways. His eyes were muddy brown, the color of chocolate brownies. I swear he was a God, he is a saint, an angel in disguise. It showed in the way he blew smoke from his deadly, cigarette. How he arched his brow eyebrows while, inhaling the chemical and blowing out his worries. Running his large hands across his forehead, across his midnight smooth hair. This hands were sculpted by god himself, diligently not once did he make a mistake. Removing his leather jacket wearing a muscle t-shirt underneath, exhibiting his veins, making a trail for his blood to travel. He was well built, his biceps glittered blinding me. When he smiled his lips with widen, pink flawless brims enough, to have me trembling for him. Small nose would scrunch up any time he laughed, smiled or reeked his chemicals. His skin milky white, not pale nor, white. White would have to mean pure however, park jimin is far from virtuous. I've never met someone like him and that's possibly why I was drawn to him. I wanted to discover his world, a world full of violence, motorcycles, alcohol, drugs, mad men.

But before it all began I'll tell you how it started. I was forced to visit the nightclubs of Tokyo, Japan, all I desired was to visit my younger sister Ara and study philosophy at the University of Tokyo for another month or so. Then head back home to California but, my sister Ara made that difficult.

"Come on Channie Unnie let's go have some fun! Let's get drunk and fuck around a little", she whinned pulling my arm.

"Ara you know we can't mother and father sent us here to study not to play childish games", I strictly spoke to my sister. My sister Ara was in her first year of university as for I in my second year. I originally attend San Jose University in California but, I was given the chance to study abroad at my sister's University in Tokyo for three months. We grew up the small town of Hollister, California. It's my favorite place in the entire universe, the city life and the attractions were never my cup of tea. I constantly missed home but, continued on strong for the sake of my parents. To show them their golden daughter is capable of accomplishing great things. That my parents didn't leave South Korea for anything other than to give us a better lifestyle. "Oh come on eomma, stop trying to be our parents perfect daughter for once and loosen up", she complained, stomping her foot.

She followed me throughout her dorm room begging me, bowing down down to me and making promises we're aware she can't keep. I did my best to ignore her by, plugging in my earphone and reading a book on japanese literature. I had enough of her nagging until I yelled out, "Fine, fine okay we'll go, now shut up and let me read", her eyes practically fell to the floor.

"Seriously, Unnie!", she yelped with joy. "Yes, you brat now let me be", I replied with a tone.

"You're the best Unnie! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!", hugging me tightly but, I pushed her off of me then looked at her sternly in the eyes.

"But if we're going to go promise me you won't leave my slight", compromise is an important part of our sisterly relationship. "Of course but, I too have a demand', she smirked evilly and when Ara had an idea it wasn't a brilliant sign.

"You have to let me transform you, makeup, clothes everything", she smiled innocently, while twirling her hand in a circle motion to show my lack of femininity. "No, absolutely not", I screeched fearful for my life.

"Nope, you have to. Come on Unnie you're beautiful and have them body curves. You just haven't shown them yet", she lowered her tone dragging me to the bedroom mirror showing me my figure. "Beautiful black hair, big brown eyes an-", I cut her off.

"Ara I can't. I like the way I look there is nothing wrong with how I look", shifting my eyes to the floor avoiding my reflection. "I agree there is nothing wrong but, doesn't mean we can't approve you", she said softly. I debated with myself, my inner self said take a risk but, my mind screamed no. I absorbed my reflection, taking a glance at my face, detail by detail feeling my self-esteem turn to puddle on the ground. "Okay, do it", I agreed, still not confident in my answer.

"Yes!", she screamed giggling a little. She ran to her room returning with her makeup bag and a bunch of revealing clothing. She tugged me, using her force to sit me down on the stool I use to sit by my stationery desk. She did not once consanle me as to the material she painted on my face. She kept telling me to trust her and not to worry but, that made me grow more anxious. I wait, impatiently, occasionally getting scrolled at a few times for not remaining still. She began to work on my hair, lacing my hair with a straightner, leaving it down to it's long length.

"Okay, almost done just let me put on the lipstick then, you can change in the closet", she said excited about her work. In a second, she was done and then handed me a pair of ripped tight jeans, white shoe laced shoes with black shocks, pink choker necklace and a pink off shoulder crop top. I started at the pieces of material alerted to the amount of skin I'll be revealing but, relieved when she handed me a black leather jacket to cover up a bit. I entered the closet, closing it shut using the metal string connected to the light bubble to shine the light. I quickly, put on the cloths not wanting to make my sister wait. I walked out of the closet and saw a total in shock Ara, covering her mouth.

"Holy fuck", she swore.

"Language", Correcting her behavior, "I'm sorry Unnie but, look at yourself", she pointed to the mirror and for me to walk closer. I did as told, seeing a whole different girl in the mirror. I wasn't a scared kitten but, a furious lion. For the first time in my life I felt beautiful.

"My work here is done, now I'm gonna go get ready", she left me alone in my own awe falling in bliss with my body and face. I was naive unaware to what the night lead.