"Look, you have to marry me. It won't be that bad. You're someone I used to know and you're honestly not that half bad looking" he looked you up and down, licking his lips. You scoffed in disgust. "No way in hell. You were a bitch to me when we were little" you snapped. "Are you really holding grudges against my 10 year old self?" He sighed, "Doesn't matter what I say to you, if you refuse to marry me, your parents won't hesitate to stop you." Though you wanted to deny this hunk of a man was right, you really did have no choice; you would have to marry the Park Jimin.

His nose. You know that nose. You know it too well. He was tied up, his eyes and mouth were covered but you can always recognize that small nose you wanted to boop so much. ••• au where your family are a bunch of gangster and your just a school teenager who doesn't get involved in their crap until they keep some new guy hostage. you had to get involved the moment you found out who it was. ••• contains soft jimin.

"Who are you?" "Me? I'm a... pizza delivery guy!" "But..." I scanned him from head to toe. "Pizza delivery guys don't wear suits..." 🌹🌹🌹 "You know, you're acting more and more like a human lately," I smiled at him. "I like it." He smiled back at me and kissed my cheek. "I like it, too." His phone suddenly beeped inside his pocket. When he saw the message, his face turned pale and he dropped the ice-cream. "What happened?" I panicked and peeked at his phone. It was his new list of people whose souls he was supposed to bring in. There... I saw my own name. [This story is related to my other story 'Eternally yours'] [Can stand alone as a separate story] This story includes violent language and sometimes mature themes involving death. Proceed with caution. DO NOT COPY OR PLAGIARIZE.