Jimin broke out into goosebumps as he watched the six men sit around the massive dining table. His eyes almost immediately are drawn to the head of the table. His wide shoulders make him intimidating, but that face would make anyone falter in its beauty. It's a face that dared you to trust him. The others lounge around in the fancy, decorative chairs. They all are different, yet the same. Except one. His eyes looked untamed and wild, hooded with seduction. "Who are they?" Jimin managed to choke out. Yugyeom turns his head to look at Jimin. His lidded eyes screamed confidence as he half smiled. "Them? They're The Angels." The small brunette looked back at the table. He can see where that name came from. "You guys aren't angels, you're just fucked up kids that are too numb with money and power that they think they're above everyone else" -Park Jimin, Sinning Angels IF YOU DONT FUCK WITH: -cussing, whoops -dark themes - supernatural -drug abuse -Jikook, duh -physical abuse -mentions of sexual assault -mental illnesses -Electroconvulsive therapy -mentions of prostitution -wannabe scary, rich elite schoolboys type of shit DONT READ, DO NOT DO IT
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