a demon sits at one end of the table while an angel sits at the other. one is my sanity and the other is my breaking point.
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"what on god's earth are you doing?" his mother hissed at her son, dark hazel eyes narrowed as she scans his entire figure. she felt like spitting at him; he could've smoked anywhere yet he decided the dining room of all places was appropriate.
"smoking. what does it look like?" at his backchat, she struck him harsh across the cheek. he hadn't moved however, not even a flinch or wince, but scarlet ran along his skin in a hand print accompanied by a smirk.
"oh please do carry on mother," he spat. "show all your incoming guests how vile you really are."
mrs.min was terrified of her son. she tiptoed around him as if he was shards of glass most of the time, hardly ever testing his waters whenever she was in the same room. but sometimes she grew too confident around him. thus, he tormented her. mentally.
"put the cigarette out, yoongi, and go to the front doors. our guests are here now and all i ask of you is to help make a good impression." she ushered maids over, them already getting to spraying vanilla air freshener.
"you remember our deal?" he eyed her suspiciously as he threw the cigarette out the window and onto the freshly-cut grass below.
"of course. now get to it." she gave a stern look before walking to the entrance hall, red heels clipping and black curls swaying. laughter and chatter was heard already, wet smacking sounds coming from kisses placed on powdered cheeks.
"i fucking hate this." yoongi growled to himself.
his wine red silk v-neck and matching choker contrasted perfectly with the milk skin he owned, black blazer suiting his structure along with the black skinny jeans. hungry eyes trailed up from his black boots to his tar locks with both envy and lust, the lookers ranging from young adults to elderly.
they all knew the min's were handsome and beautiful. it was no secret.
but min yoongi was on another level entirely.
unfortunately for the guests, yoongi wasn't at all interested in sleeping in a stranger's bedsheets, or waking up alone in the morning. not this time at least. tonight, he planned on doing what he did at each dinner party; eavesdrop on boring conversations while sipping on crimson wine. and as he did so, he swirled the liquid in his glass as he leaned against the wall near the front doors.
his eyes scanned each and every person who walked through, irises maybe lingering on the men longer than they should've. even though his parents knew fully well of his sexuality, they'd pay him millions to keep it a secret.
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jimin bit at his bottom lip, parents either side of him as they walk up wide stone steps up to the mansion, noticing security guards in tuxedos eyeing him and others, all the while he admired the roses climbing up the stone walls. ivy wrapped around pillars, red carpet bleeding along and up the steps.
"embarrass me tonight boy," mr.park hissed into the boy's ear, his mother stuck in her own world of envying and gushing about a woman's velvet dress. "and i'll kill you myself. understand?"
the scared jimin nods, hurrying up the steps to get away from his father. the man had become more harsh and physical with his son, a defence mechanism. he simply didn't want his own 'weak faggot of a son' to injure him again.
