The Boss and I

The Boss and I

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Jimin being oppressed by the Big Boss. He keeps fighting but keeps losing. So he finally stopped struggling and obediently surrendered... Jimin, extremely docile, waited outside the delivery room at the temporary blood bank. At the same time, the big boss sent him away to do a blood test to ensure he was of good health and suitable blood type. Sure enough, the pregnant woman was in a critical condition. Thus, Jimin obediently let 300 cc of his blood being pumped. The condition of the pregnant woman improved. Jimin received many thanks, left the hospital and lamented this while looking at the moon: "Capitalists really are blood-suckers, heartless, heartless." Jimin, who is deep in thought, did not notice a black limousine has stopped behind him. The man at the back seat heard his sigh, moved his mouth and then closed the recently opened window. "Drive home." "Boss, didn't you just say you want to send Mr Park back?" "No need," the man said without expression, "capitalists are heartless."

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"What do you think of yourself, huh? The most beautiful human on earth?" Jungkook's voice was laced with a cold, calculated cruelty as he looked Jimin down. Jimin didn't flinch. He met that icy gaze with a fire of his own. "As a matter of fact, I am. Do you have a problem with that?" Jungkook's knuckles whitened as he clenched his fists, his temper simmering just beneath the surface. "Why are you always dressed like that? Roaming around the halls like you're looking for boys to fuck you-" CRACK. The sound of the slap echoed through the sudden, deafening silence of the college campus. Every student froze. "What do you think of yourself?" Jimin's voice was a low, trembling snarl. "You're the one who treats people like disposable toys. You change your girlfriends as often as you change your clothes. Don't you dare talk to me about my choices." He stepped closer, his expression shifting from anger to pure, unadulterated disgust. "Whatever I do is none of your business. Stay away from me-looking at you makes me sick." With a sharp flick of his wrist, Jimin signaled his companions. "Let's go." He turned on his heel, walking away with a defiant, graceful stride that left a trail of stunned whispers in his wake. Jungkook stood frozen, watching the retreating figure until Jimin disappeared around the corner. Then, the silence was broken by a sound that made the nearby students shiver: a low, manic laughter. "Do you really think I'll let you walk away that easily?" he whispered to the empty air, his eyes darkening with a dangerous, obsessive light. "Never. Not in a million lifetimes." His voice dropped to a jagged, crazed mutter. "I will make you mine-by force or by will, I don't care. If I have to steal you from the world, I'll gladly do it." He had finally realized it. He didn't want to chase the "tiny, cute human" anymore. He wanted to own him. And in this game of obsession, Jungkook wasn't planning on playing fair. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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