"𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝"
"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝"
Kim Seokjin, the youngest supreme court justice in South Korea. He was the man who had everything anyone would ever want, money...
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Author's POV
Jimin stood in front of the door with an unknown expression. His attire was black from head to toe, His hair now dyed silver, peaking at the sexier look he had been subconsciously going for. Silver earrings dangling from each ear. Earlobes aching with the pressure of the ear cuffs engulfing them. Each of his fingers was lined up with silver rings, sharp bracelets lacing his right wrist, and veins mounting his arms. Oh, what a sight it would be to see those very fingers teasingly crawl around your frail neck...
A satanically dark aura enveloped Jimin inside its palms, the usual Jimin you'd known simply wasn't there anymore.
The light in his eyes was far gone by the sharp hooded lids. The natural sympathetic look on his face was replaced by a cold, hardening glare. Instead of the urge to figure out others in his head, he wanted nothing but to get what he wanted. His frame was towering and monstrous. Perhaps this was the side that Jimin, oh so carefully, hid from the world.
The man tilted his head as he continued to bore his eyes toward the white door with its frame painted golden. There was a doorbell of the same colour standing beside it, but it was just as usual to Jimin as the existence of anything else.
Jimin licked his lips as a vile smirk latched upon his sinfully thick red lips. This was such the wrong thing to do. Yet that simply spiked the running thrill inside the dark prince. His evil heart and mind tempted him to do worse things than simply wanting to enter the house of...
Min Yoongi
It was a shame that the male wasn't inside the comfort of his house, but that was still in Jimin's favour. The male turned his head toward the CCTV camera, pointing directly at the door. With a loud laugh, Jimin shook his head. None of them could see him. Not even a soul knew he had even walked through the gates of this building.
Without even caring that it was wrong to break into someone's house without permission, the door squeaked a click sound, gradually opening on its own, welcoming the satanic presence without knowing the dangers.
With a smile, Jimin took a step inside the dim place, without needing any light to see. Jimin could already observe how vast space this apartment held. At least five rooms, then the bathrooms, An amazing nighttime city view through the wall-sized window in the humongous living room. Everything was a cool-toned white and grey marble patterned pallet.
Jimin's long Chelsea boots knocked against the marble tiles, echoing through the emptiness of the place. The apartment felt warm to Jimin, but it was all frozen down by the prince's cold essence. The only warmth he needed was the feeling of his Yoongi beside him.
He made sure to lay his eyes on every single belonging of his man. However, he clicked his tongue when he couldn't find anything in the main living room that showed something personal about the lawyer. That man was careful, making sure that whenever a guest came, they'd not be able to know anything about his past unless he wanted them to know.
