“alright, just who are you?”
it all seemed like a strange dream,
a really strange, science fictional
dream she was having.
but why wasn't she as panicked as
she expected herself to be?
“kim y/n. who are you?”
perhaps it was how chaotic her
old life was, rendering her used
to crazy encounters.
the only thing she could focus on
was. . .
“park jimin, rising ceo of twenty
one sixty-nine. and you, miss kim,
are in my house. without my pe-
rmission.”
how wild he was towards her in
both private and public.
“can you, y'know, stop touching
my thighs at the dinner table,
jimin?”
“sorry, i just can't get over you!”
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