K-pop fans and the world at large are thrown into turmoil when the rising global sensation Bangtan Sonyeondan, better known as BTS, are kidnapped in the dead of night. As the world reels in confusion, the young men of BTS find themselves living a ni...
Since we can't go on the trip we planned, let me share with you some pain!
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(I meant to upload this yesterday but it was a shit day because I lost my car keys and the place I lost them at just NOW found them almost 24 hours later!)
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Notes:
T/N:VOCABULARY LESSON!!! WOOHOO!!!!! Here are the new words we used this chapter!
PLEASE!!! DO! NOT! READ! if this will harm or affect you!
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Jin was once again standing in front of Sven dressed in a black suit, velvet choker and Italian leather shoes. But this time there would be no rescue for him.
The only person who could stop this nightmare from happening was hurt and unconscious from the branding he had taken in Taehyung's stead the day before.
"My, my, my, Seokjin. How stunning you look when dressed properly. It's no wonder your dear Mathan can't stop looking at you."
Sven trailed his eyes up and down Jin's frame admiringly, if not just a bit suggestively. It made Jin want to shiver in response.
"It's too bad he isn't here to see you all cleaned up, isn't it, my dark angel?"
Sven reached behind him to guide Taehyung into view. He was dressed impeccably in a black silk shirt, embellished with orange and yellow filigree, the telltale GC symbol of Gucci hidden in the ornate, yet classy design. Simple black slacks and shoes rounded out his look, but anyone who knew Sven's taste was aware that 'simple' hardy described any part of the outfit. Taehyung looked amazing, but he also appeared deflated, smaller. He couldn't find his voice, so he nodded his agreement and that was enough for Sven, who seemed to relish the moment at hand more than anyone ever should have.
