She met them, faced them, encountered them, was about to arrest them all in chains and manacles. But every story has a plot twist. When in hers it appeared, the chase of the case took a whole new different route.
Seven boys, seven tales, when all co...
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I never liked you Park Jimin.
In a world where darkness is the only theme, your blackhole was hardly a shade lighter, a black hole which repelled the rest but was a magnet for me; it was rather toxic, no, carcinogenic. I was dumb enough to think it was a source of light. I was dumb enough to trust you. Why did I?
I just knew you were a criminal, I didn't need to know anything further. As I did, I am now trapped in this net of illusions, hypnotized. I couldn't let go. I couldn't hold onto it. Damn you.
He looked into my eyes, his knuckles tightened to the toughest grip. This whole time he knew what I was, but he never let me know, who was he?? He was more than just a criminal.
I thought I would be so happy with being rescued from this escape room. The flashcard of riddles. The bonfire of extreme augmented burning feels. We are in a house where there are no doors and windows. The only way out is death, probably.
❝ My veins flickered with vast and mast of pains and emotions. His sturdy masculine arms clung to my waist so tightly that I flinched in the slight cause of pain.
'Jimin, no-' I worked my fingers to let them crawl up to his soddening torso to shift. I was strong, but never had my brain ever betrayed me in working my strength out like this. I failed. Brain? Or was it, the heart?
'Sshh...' His tongue captured the corner of my neck, taking a slight taste of the salty sweat layer on the skin shield, I flinched again. 'Let me go!'
'I can't. God, really Y/N. I can't.' Jimin whispered his sweet seductive voice that made me weak to stand, the siren song to my feeble ears, 'It was your fault to come near me in the first place...'
This time I'll leave with a second chance. I will leave with a second lead. I will just destroy that pity and embrace the word of cruelty if I have to. I must, to save me myself, I must do that. It's our own law to the survival of the fittest.
Jimin, I promise.
Non-parallels meet- I will prove it wrong.
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