Darkbang
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POV
The music was loud, lights flashing, bodies moving-
but one voice cut through everything.
"Everyone look! This motherfucker man isn't giving me my money!" Jimin shouted, anger burning in his eyes.
The man scoffed, running a hand through his hair.
"You didn't do your work properly, babyboy."
Jimin's face turned red with fury.
"You bitch saying I didn't satisfy you? I know what you wanted... and I'm not doing that. You kept touching me indirectly and I still stayed quiet!"
Before things could escalate, the crowd shifted.
A man walked in.
All black. Calm. Dangerous.
The air itself seemed to freeze as Min Yoongi stepped forward, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I can give you money as much as you want... pretty boy but you have satisfy me ."
For a second, silence.
Then Jimin smirked back-challenging, fearless.
And in that moment...
the devil found his chaos.
Possession turns into obsession.
Control turns into something far more dangerous.
In a house ruled by a psycho devil mafia...
Jimin isn't the victim.
He's the storm.
"You wanted a wife, devil..."
"Now deal with the consequences