Rosè=" I'll get my revenge park jimin" Jimin=" hey rosè go home you don't belonged here" Park jimin Who is the bully of rosè since highschool he never leaves her a day without bullying her. Roseanne who is a sweet girl who gets bullied by jimin until......jimin does something wwhich ruin rosè life. And rosè is gonna get her revenge from park jimin. But will she get the revenge or will she fall in love with jimin.... Find out reading this book ♡♡♡

jimin: "you're mine now Babygirl! come with me or else they die" chae: " yes Master" author's pov What will happen to chae young's life after she met with the most dangerous person Park Jimin is it gonna be as she dreamed to live ? or is it gonna be the same hellhole like she lived? find out by reading this book.... :) this book contain strong words and mature content if you are uncomfortable plz leave and enter to this book with HOBI WATER:) :) WARNING = CONTAINS SMUT

(Highest ranking: #1 in Jirose and Rosemin) #1 in BtsxBlackpink #28 in Blackpink Again, I found myself trapped in a corner, his hands perched on the wall behind me. He took another step forward, his knees hitting mine. "Jimin... What are you-..." I mumbled, but it was too late. "Hey, look at me." he said in a raspy tone, as he slid his hands to my shoulders. looked up and met his eyes, and I couldn't look away. His gaze lingered sadness, his eyebrows in a concerned raise, as his gaze shifted between my eyes. My heart skipped a beat. Was I... falling for him? A serial killer? But everyone saw maniac that mercilessly killed innocent lives. All I saw... was a human being. A broken human being. I couldn't help but notice... that he seemed so familiar, even though we had just met a month ago. I bit my lip, as my knees started to wobble. "Jim-..-" His hands traced up my neck to cup my face. Flustered, my hand shot up to his chest to push him away.... But I hesitated. He started to lean closer. I fiddled with my hands, as I realised I might not be able to stop him. Soon he was millimeters from my lips. But he stopped. He exhaled and bit his lip, as though he had snapped out of it. I heard him counting. It was a practice we had taught all the patients to do whenever they felt anxious or impulsive. His forehead hit mine. "Three.... " "Two....." "One...." He removed his hand from my cheek and pulled away, as I felt the warmth of his presence disappear. A part of me was resisting. I clenched my fist, as I felt myself grab his shirt, as I pulled him back in, his body hitting mine. "I..." I exhaled, but no words escaped my mouth. I was too late. His lips were already locked with mine. ... -Story by ilikesteakeu- *No plagarising or copying.* Credits to _ellen_drawings for the sources I used for my book cover:)