If POSSESSIVENESS is the outcome of true LOVE then ANGER is the outcome of true CARE.
But very few realize it...
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"If something happens to the property, the mafia is to be eliminated."
My jaw dropped, listening to the male's harsh words.
"If...
WARNING:This chapter contains mature content. (you may play the music when you see the 'play music' thing :))
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Just by the sound, I knew it was Jimin coming up the stairs. His steps were more light, almost like a feather, while the rest was just stomping up the stairs, imitating some kind of animal.
Anticipating his presence, I stared at the door, expecting the black headed boy to enter the room. And just like I suspected, he strutted into the room, dressed in a creamy turtleneck and light jeans.
I didn't know why, but he had his eyes focused on the floor as he walked up to my bed and finally sat down at the end. I tilted my head to the left at his odd behavior.
"Hi sexy."
In an eye blink, he had his eyes fixed on mine, a tad of shock shining inside them. Blinking once, twice and letting his eyes wander around my face, I allowed him to comprehend my awakeness.
"You're awake." Jimin spoke in an almost annoying high pitched tone on which I rolled my eyes, "Duh?" I chuckled and tried moving out of the sheets. Even though the stinging pain was still more than present in the upper part of my leg, receiving some affection was more important to me.
"No stay in bed, princess." Jimin got off the bed and gently pushed me back by my shoulders till my back hit the board of our bed. My face darkened at his behavior and he clearly noticed when he scanned my face.
"I don't want you to move too much, Jin just stitched your wound." Jimin tried explaining but the frown on my face didnt falter. I did not like to be babied. At all.
"I'm a grown up woman," I started, pulling Jimin down by his neck so he could sit on the mattress beside me, "and if I wanna kiss, I kiss."
I dug my nails into the material of his cotton turtleneck and pulled him into me till our lips connected. I noticed how chapped mine were when his soft once moved against them.
Jimin's hands trailed up to my cheeks while slightly leaning over me to deepen the kiss. Our now wet lips kept on pleasing each other till the need of air got too much and we had to separate them.
"Do me a favor and don't leave again." Jimin stated.
I allowed my fingers to caress his soft skin, of which I was still envious by the way, cause..
'How can someone have such flawless skin?'
"I might think about it." I smiled and gave him another 'innocent' peck that soon escalated into something more.
The hunger for love and pleasure was practially oozing out of us.
"N-No let's not—" Jimin tried breaking the kiss and finally succeeded.
I cleared my throat awkwardly and stared down at my wrist.
