ILLICIT | PJM

Thirty-Six

"Oh am I not?" he started to approach me but I was dead in my tracks. Every second seemed to pass like hours and my legs refused to move from their place. He dyed his hair silver but the incredulous hunger for power and money was still evident in his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" my voice barely came out to be a whisper.

"Well I'm checking on the girl who ran away from our marriage, the one who converted an emotionless freak to a lover boy and many more." he came closer to me, so close that i could feel his minty breath mixed with cigarettes on my face. I tried to scream but it was muffled by his hand.

"Try to scream, and I'll order a hitman to kill someone." he said and I went against it. A shrill scream resonated through the walls of the first floor. And then the sound of a gunshot came audible to my ears.

"I want you back." he inched closer to my face before kissing my neck feverishly. "But before that i want your empire."

"Kim pharma?" I whispered-shouted and he nodded his head yes. "Clever." he sighed and went out from the balcony.

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It had been three days since the Kai incident took place. He threatened me to kill one of the persons I valued the most, well he won't be able to do that but i didn't want to risk anything. So the incident and the interlinking of killing one of our agents remained a mystery to the other people, more importantly to Jin oppa's gang. Known as Bts. I don't know the full form.

Currently I was waiting for Seoyun to pick up her skype call in front of my macbook screen after bathing. She gave me the time of 8:30 pm and it was 9:15 at the moment. I couldn't do anything beyond sulking and crying in the corner of the room because I was undoubtedly bored. Not to mention that I wasn't even allowed to step outside the house because I was too much at risk.

"Fuck life, i hate my life. I hate it. I hate Seoyun. I hate myself and i-"

"Really love Park Jimin." a voice startled me out of nowhere and I fell off my bed and landed on my ass.

"The heck, Jimin." I grunted as I stood up by the support of the bedpost.

"Are you going to pull me up?" he said and I walked towards the window. I gave him my hand and interlinked my arm with his before pulling him up with full force.

"Why did you come from the window?" I asked him before pulling my hair in a pony. He was wearing an oversized Chanel hoodie with a pair of black jeans and fila, his blond hair was fluffy, his bangs were covering his forehead. This was a highly unusual sight. He looked

Cute.

"Your Suga oppa is downstairs and well i wanted to give you this." he held a bag with a white paper box.

"This is Wap-" he opened the box and gave me an eye smile.

"Wet a-"

"God no, Waffles and pastries. You've been clearly watching too much of tik tok on your house arrest." he said as he shoved a pastry inside my mouth.

"Why do you always bring me clothes and food?" I asked him before swallowing. "When I make my money, I make sure that I spend it on you."

"What are you? My sugar daddy?" and with that question came silence. We remained like this for a while because my whole concentration was on food.