"Fire, When I looked around I saw the entire room was engulfed in bright flames"
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For her dreams are no more just an illusion. They were trying to tell something. She is going to find what that story with help of Jeongguk. When destiny cross th...
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“Face of an angel Mind of a killer”
Myung-He's pov
I wake up from the weirdest dream I ever had, alone in my bed to find a note beside the table.
I took it smiling at Joengguk's pretty handwriting.
Jeongguk had told me about him visiting his parents once before we got back to Japan.
After the morning routine I walked through the corridor. The building had a hidden classic touch to its painting to the furniture as they designed to accommodate the contemporary view. The beige colour walls glowed from the filtering light that sneaked down from the glass windows.
Yoongi was nowhere to be seen. I guessed he must be out.
Park Jimin was in the living room. Our eyes met again but I ignored him and walked to the spacious kitchen. For a moment I remember his burned face. I shook off the bad feeling in my guts and searched for water. Halfway into drinking the water a hand pushes me to the big counter side. I groan from the harsh impact.
The glass on my hand crashed on the floor, drenching me completely. I stood there processing what had just happened.
“Mr. park...?"
"Leave Joengguk alone." He said with contempt.
His hands turn my body around. I hold my breath afraid it will never come back from how close was our face. His eyes are darker and dangerous. I suddenly became self conscious of my wet appearance in front of him. He was holding me forcefully in a way my feet pierce through the shattered glasses.
I cried in pain. "Let me go!"
I wiggled on his strong hold and his smirk widened. He evidently enjoyed my struggle and pain.
“No, you let him go”
“The heck” I pushed him away with all my strength. I was on the verge of breaking into another panic attack that was once cured by Jeongguk.
"Still as cunning as before."
What? I retreat backward.
Park Jimin grinned, closing the distance between us once again as his hands grabbed my waist, pulling my frozen self to his hard chest. The grip left a sharp pain. It was bone crushing.
