Min Yoongi.
A business magnate, and a mafia leader.
You and him were a whole world apart, until fate got your life intertwined.
He would do anything to make you his.
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You slowly opened your heavy eyes to a glimmer of the morning light glinting through the corner of the thick curtain.
For a second, you didn't remember where you were, the beautiful surrounding felt so alien to you. The kind of luxury and imposing large room that you were in probably could fit your entire family, but that was something that failed to impress you. The room was big but rather lack of personality. The ambience gave of sense that showed how the room was prepared without really regard on personal taste of the dweller.
The events from last night were randomly flashed in your mind as you tried to piece everything back together. There was something that told you, it was probably better not to remember anything, a dread nagged in the back of your mind that warned you, you wouldn't like the memory.
It was when the realization of what happened last night hit your mind, and jerked you awake completely. You lost your virginity to the man you despised the most, right in this room.
It was the slight ache around your core that prompted you to hastily shove the blanket and check on the sheet under you, looking for any crimson stain from last night affair, but it was clean and clear.
You took a long deep breath while trying to figure out your next step, going back home certainly the most logical thing you had to do.
You glanced to the clock on the wall, it was fifteen past eight.
You were still naked, you didn't even have the energy to change to sleepwear last night. To avoid the hassle of having to search inside unfamiliar wardrobe, you only used wet wipes from your handbag to clean yourself casually, then threw yourself under the blanket and passed out.
Sleeping was always a good way to forget your problem, escaping from bitter real life. But life must go on, and you have to face the reality sooner than later.
You checked your phone, there were eight missed calls. Three from your brother, two from Chen- your coworker from the restaurant, and another three from Yejin, your partner for the final thesis. You didn't even want to open the text messages, afraid of what you have to answer them.
Staring at your phone screen, had you realized how in big trouble you were. You had to find him immediately.
You threw the blanket to the side and walked to find the bathroom. This bedroom alone was probably almost the same size as your apartment.
The attached bathroom has a big bathtub and separate shower, with two sinks, a large mirror covering one full side of the wall, and a shelf full with fresh clean towels next to the mirror. Ivory color dominating the rest of the bathroom.
You pushed the sliding glass door connected to a big walk in closet, with rows of white painted wooden cabinet and drawer, and a wide hanging area in the middle. It was mostly empty except for one section that filled with stack of clothes, that you guessed it was what Yoongi mentioned to you last night.