Bruised Skin

Bruised Skin

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The Rose: Beautiful and gorgeous, but don't touch they have thorns Y/N was raised in the mafia and soon went on making her own mafia group The Rose. They were a successful group, but when they decided to steal money from one of the biggest mafias in Korea: BTS. Things took a turn. Murder and trust issues are revealed in the cruel world of mafias. BTS wants to know more about the little group, but they are one tough cookie and it takes a lot to break them down. Y/N takes a liking to one of them, that's one of the biggest mistakes Y/N ever made in her life. - Y/N threw a punch at the guy in front of her but ends up getting pushed up against a wall. The wall was cold and sent shivers down Y/N exposed skin. "You're not as fragile, as I thought" The guy in front of her let out a little chuckle. "Shut up Jimin." Y/N said angrily. Jimin pressed his body up against her body, leaving no space in-between. Y/N looked at Jimin with fire in her eyes, but all the confidence seemed to disappear when Jimin leaned in slowly, but just stopped when their lips were just about to touch. He looked her in the eyes, staring into her soul.
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Caught in the web of shadows and secrets, Y/N's life takes a surprising turn when an elevator mishap reveals the layers of Park Jimin, the mysterious gangster living next door. *** "So, you're not afraid of me?" he asks, a challenge in his words. Your eyes flicker up to his, and for a brief moment, his gaze softens. You take a deep breath, steadying your nerves. You didn't know what to say. The truth was that he terrified you. "ignoring me again? " You swallow hard, your throat dry and constricted. "I'm not - " "Bullshit. You run when you see me. You're scared, and don't deny it." You're cornered, his words pinning you in place. You take a deep breath, your eyes squeezing shut as the tension in your body mounts. "Fine, yes. I am," you admit, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Why?" he probes, the single word a demand for answers. "You don't exactly come off as friendly," you state, the words coming out harsher than intended. "Fair enough," he concedes. "So, what now?" You open your eyes to see him still crouched beside you, his gaze boring into yours. "Now? What do you mean?" you ask, confusion clouding your mind. "What are you going to do now? You've admitted that I scare you. You're trapped in an elevator with me. How are you going to handle that?" he says, a smug grin tugging at the corner of his lips. ***

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