I looked at him and was mesmerized by his eyes. What a beautiful man he is, his silver hair is nicely combed back. His hair stark in contrast to his Chanel tuxido. I looked at him from head to toe and smiled.
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Park Jimin Fanfic
This is just a fan...
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"Hea," Namjoon called for me.
"De oppa?" I turned to him who's intently looking at his laptop's screen.
"Mrs. Rowena is down. She's been on another man's radar. Cross her out from your list. All that's left is Mr. Rickets. Be careful, he's a bit crazy,"
"Crazy you mean kressy or cray cray?" I asked him.
"Kressy? What's that suppose to mean?" he raised his brow.
"You know, kressy as in legit psychologically impaired or cray cray like he's just stupid or something," I stated as a matter of fact.
"Oh, kind of both," he shrugged.
"Oh dear," I rolled my eyes. "Another psycopath,"
"Look who's talking," he commented.
"Yah!" I protested at what he said but it just made him more amused.
"Mr. Park is on coming over and I have work late night. Jin will be resting with Sora so that leaves you to entertain him,"
"What?!" I yelled at him.
"What do you mean what? Isn't he your boss directly?" he looked at me confused.
If only he knows what the devil does to me.
"Technically, he is my boss but I'm not the one who has this crazy idea to welcome him here," my hands flew in the air out of frustration.
"Take this!" he tossed his key to me.
"What?" I dangled the key infront of my face.
"Go fetch him, Hiro's out of town," he said and left without even saying a word.
"god damn it!!" I started yelling inside the house.
What is this key even for?
I walked to our garage and pressed the key. To my horror, his motorbike's headlights flashed in alarm.
"You have got to be kidding me," I rolled my eyes at my brother's crazyness.
He knew I have longed to ride his bike. He knows it that's why he wants me to use this. Ofcourse I will ride this bike no matter what the reason is. But the horror of Jimin holding on to me makes me nervous. I'll just let him drive then. If he knows, maybe I'll be lucky.
Then I have to hold unto his body.
Damn it!
My phone vibrated, Jimin's name came flashing on my screen.
JM: I'm by the bridge
I groaned in frustration.
No turning back now. I went back inside to wear comfortable jeans and a black coat to atleast cover my body from the cold breeze I'll be going against with later. I grabbed the two black helmets and went to where the motorbike is.
