Mr. Rude| PJM FF

𝕻𝖆𝖌𝖊 9

Jimin simultaneously stalked up to the frightened half breed gripping his small yet mighty hand on her throat.

He willingly choked her, as his claws slowly built up making his hand look more protruding and deadlier. Her screams were music to his ears.

His grip soon lessened when he punctured her neck with his claws.

Blood beautifully dripped down her neck, soaking her clothes. She looked absolutely beautiful with blood flowing down her not so pale neck.

Or so Jimin thought,

He carried her small frame, jumping out the falling aircraft and flew through the air.
With his wings of course.

Now she is truly his.

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𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖜𝖆𝖘𝖓𝖙 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖗 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜.

she was possibly trapped; forever...