Jimin's POV
It took everything in you not to kiss her in that dressing room. She was there exposed to you and crying? How can a girl that beautiful feel so ashamed of herself. You had seen pain, inflicted it even but to see the remnants of her own silent battles left littered across her thighs. She was smart though, you give her that. Keeping them hidden to where no one else could see them.
She was there infront of you. Breasts on display and yet the despair in her voice when she questioned why you called her beautiful was enough to make you forget she was even half naked. The pain you felt through her eyes, the many untold storys behind her lips that nobody knows about reflects in those eyes. It almost pained you to see.
But there was also that primal urge to take her on that bench. To have her in her most vulnerable state, maybe even that darker part of you even wants to toy with her anyway sexually you can. However how could you? In a time like that though. Why was it that she thought so poorly of herself? She had to know that she was beautiful surely but there was no confidence there.
There seems to be so many different sides to her many of which you haven't even seen. But the few that you have, has you wanting more. She may have had a shitty past, done some things she regrets but you don't care. You maybe even can say you're kind of... Proud that she made it through those battles to live another day.
The only problem there is, is actually quite a major one. One that you aren't sure will pan out well for anyone.
She's the daughter of a mob boss.
Not just any mob boss. But you're fathers rival.
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His Little Play Thing
FanfictionONGOING, SLOW UPDATES. Thank you for reading though! As a young girl you had always believed that monsters as they seemed, were always big creepy things, with sharp teeth and long claws. Piercing eyes and mouths wide enough to swallow you whole. Bu...
