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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Jungkook can't sleep. Even though Hea has instructed him to rest for a million times, he just couldn't. Once Hea told him to calm down, he knew his instincts were right. She was the same Hea he talks to back in their school. He watches as Hea slouch in the couch while they wait for his brother's arrival. Her legs crossed, her gun in her hand. Her eyes are intently watchimg every move Rickets make.
"Say Kookie, do you think he harmed your brother?" she suddenly asked.
Jungkook is flustered at how she talks to him differently. She's so meek in school. He loves the way she says Kookie in a sweet way but the way she says his name now makes him shift uncomfortably.
"Maybe," he answered the woman.
"Yah, what did you do to his brother?" she asked the man tactlessly.
He didn't speak and just ignored her. Hea scoffed and continued to slouch on the couch. Jungkook must be out of his mind when he said she's an agent but seeing her now. How she sits there carelessly and how she talks as if she never felt fear in her life makes him feel more nervous and confident at the same time.
He keeps repeating her code in his mind and never in his whole life imagined that he'll meet Seven like this. He feels safe and protected and she emmits that naturally. He can breath now that he knows his brother is on his way here. He's afraid Seven might really spare his life and he's worried.
Hea's POV
I badly want to go to Jungkook and hug him but I wouldn't want this old skunk to think that Jungkook is my weakness at the moment.
What is taking them so long?
I'm growing sleepy here.
"Mr. Rickets, do you really intend us to wait here forever?" I asked pissed.
"They will be here any minute now," he said bleakly.
I can tell that he's afraid of me. Poor old man. Maybe I can scare him more?
I stood up and strutted my way to him. I pulled a chair to face him and I sat down.
"Why do you want Mr. Park's fiancé dead?" I asked him as if we're on good terms.
"That's none of your business wench," he glared at me.
"I wonder if your daughter Ayla knows the answer," I tilted my head to the side.
As if I pushed the right button, his eyes shifted to me and looked at me angrily.
"Don't you dare harm my daughter," he gritted.
"Oh really? I wouldn't dare will I?" I mocked him more.
He was about to speak when we heard a knock on the door.
