WARNINGS ⚠️

1.THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION !

2.𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.!!!

3.𝗠𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁/𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀.!!!

WARNINGS ⚠️

JEON JUNGKOOK'S POV

Date.

Park Jimin, a man with high self-respect and a lion with wildness, his words like venom that blends lies with the truth of illegality. I am sure this man is not one to joke with. Jimin's a manipulator, the most prestigious man I have ever met.

Jimin's defiance always amuses me, making me want to explore more. The rendering feelings he evokes are intimate. I always wonder whether Jimin is someone to be played with.

Stepping forward to open the door for him, Jimin smiles—a proud smirk that never leaves his lips. Those luscious plump lips always contain a bold dark red matte tint, yet they mutter out venom, and it's so fucking beautiful.

Jimin has his ways to intrigue, no matter what. He always creates a spark I hadn't felt before, and it's so fun knowing Jimin has Jeongguk's attention. I have one more thing to enjoy.

I am not using Jimin to annoy the shit out of my twin brother. No, that fucker doesn't even deserve my attention. I have always been like a kid tailing behind him, but the words he said and the way he hurt me in the past were enough to keep me away from him.

My intention is to enjoy my time with Jimin and to explore the unknown feelings I have been developing lately. My emotions have been swirling these past days, tormenting me.

My mind drifts in any direction. I don't know whether it's good or bad, but I let the flow take its course.

"Mr. Jeon, dreaming in daylight?" Jimin muses, taking me out of my trance, his velvety voice caressing my ears.

"Why would I? The dream is right in front of me," I muttered, gazing at Jimin deeply. He consumes my thoughts with his indulgence.

Jimin scoffs and twirls a strand of hair that irritates him, staring into my eyes deeply. "You've been playing with your words, Jeon Jungkook. What's on your mind?" Jimin props his hands on the table of the prestigious, opulent five-star hotel, which I brought him to. It's one of my properties. I chuckle, seeing Jimin raise his brows in impression.

"It's been you, what can I say?" I hum and tilt my head, acknowledging his features that are strikingly sophisticated. High cheekbones frame his face, giving him an air of regality. Jimin's almond eyes, a deep, captivating brown, glimmer with intelligence and a hint of mischief. Long, dark lashes accentuate their allure. His full plump lips, always adorned with a bold dark red matte tint, are full and luscious, often curving into a smirk that holds untold secrets. Jimin's skin is milky white smooth and radiant, a testament to meticulous care. The silky hair he often twirls falls in sleek waves, complementing his sharp, defined jawline. Every aspect of Jimin's appearance exudes confidence and elegance, making his presence undeniably magnetic.

"If I've been in your mind, then how did you manage your businesses? I'm sorry, did you go bankrupt and need me to save you from loan sharks?" Jimin remarked, each word dripping with sarcasm that pushes me to the edge. I laughed, my deep voice rumbling in my chest as Jimin smirks and leans back in his chair, man spreading his legs with bold dominance.

"You wound me, Mr Park. Bankrupt?" I mused, my brows furrowed in amusement, and my smirk widened. "Being the richest man and one of the youngest billionaires, you hurt my esteem with your words." I raised my brow as Jimin rolled his eyes playfully and leaned closer, his hand resting on the table, his pungent scent hitting my nose like a wild, intoxicating fragrance.

"And I know how much of it is legal," Jimin whispered, making me raise my brow in astonishment. I leaned back in my chair.

Jimin does know how to be influential.

I chuckled, flexing my muscles subtly as I adjusted my suit jacket. My tailored suit hugged my broad shoulders and muscular frame, showcasing my physique with an effortless grace.

Jimin's gaze fell upon my actions, examining how I sat and how I behaved. The way the fabric stretched over my biceps and the way I leaned back in my chair, exuding confidence and power, seemed to captivate him. I couldn't help but notice the slight falter in Jimin's composure, a fleeting glimpse of admiration in his eyes.

"Your eyes, Mr. Park, they hide tales I should know," I smirked, watching Jimin's eyes waver away from my form before looking up into my eyes. I raised my brow, the shiny piercing lifting with the movement.

"That you have to find out, Mr. Jeon. If you are interested in me, then prove it. I do not give clues to anyone," Jimin exclaimed, shaking his head gracefully, his hair swaying with rhythm of breeze.

The food I ordered arrived, a sumptuous spread of dishes that showcased the restaurant's opulence. As we began to eat, I couldn't help but admire Jimin's sophisticated features. His poise and elegance were unmatched.

"Tell me, Mr Park, what are your likes?" I asked, gesturing for the waiter to bring more of the special dishes I had ordered.

"My likes won't entertain you, Mr. Jeon. They are quite extravagant," Jimin replied, his smirk never wavering.

"Well, this mouth of yours does entertain me a lot. It's quite magnetic," I chuckled, resting my hands on the table's corner lines.

Jimin's gaze fell upon my actions, examining how I sat and behaved. As we continued our meal, he accidentally smudged some sauce on his plump lips. Without hesitation, I reached out and gently wiped it off with my thumb. "You have something here," I murmured, then brought my thumb to my mouth and licked it clean, my gaze locked onto Jimin.

His eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and intrigue flickering in them. Jimin grabbed a tissue and wiped the remaining sauce from his face, leaning back into his chair. The mixture of amusement and surprise was still evident in his eyes.

"I would love to tell you, Mr.Jeon, this doesn't entertain me," Jimin's classy voice echoed out.

I raised my pierced brow and rasped, "I can see that, Mr.Park. It's quite challenging too, and it thrills me a lot." Jimin smiled and squinted his brows.

"You are getting nowhere with this, Mr. Jeon. I really find you interesting, but your assumption of reading what's in my mind seems not so good," Jimin said, wrapping crossed his hands over his chest, straightening, and looking at me daringly.

"I do not make assumptions. I haven't even started to do my thing," I said, wiping off the sauce from my lips and licking them clean.

"I would love to see your thing, but let me tell you something. It isn't easy to cope with me. I do not tolerate jerks and their behaviors. I love to annoy them," Jimin smirked, his face twisted in smugness, trying to piss me off.

"I'm not one of a kind," I said, forwarding my hand to her. He flicked her eyes to it, smiled, and glanced up at me.

"I know, Jeon Jungkook. Being a gentleman for me is not a new thing," Jimin coaxed, his arrogance evident in his voice.

"Sure," I smirked as he placed his elegant and soft hand into mine. I gestured for Jimin to join me on the dance floor.

Jimin's seductive steps drew closer to mine, his graceful body standing broadly in front of me with a glint of mischief. The opulent restaurant was bustling with people; it wasn't a private lunch, but a public one.

A karaoke band played music, their efficiency earning them popularity among the locals. Jimin's gaze fell upon the band as they played "Meddle About." I recognized it as a Chase Atlantic song.

Well, come and get it now
Come and get it now
Baby, show me what you're doing
Come and turn around
'Cause it's not just a figure of speech
You got me down on my knees
It's getting harder to breathe out

Jimin's face glimmered with a knowing smirk at the song playing in the background. He turned to me, his finger idly tracing over my chest.

"Was it your choice, Jeon?" Jimin asked, gripping my tie and pulling me closer with a sly smile.

"Not my choice, but I guess they understood the situation," I replied, my smirk widening as Jimin chuckled wholeheartedly. My hands slid down to his waist, an electrifying sensation running through my nerves. Jimin's eyes followed my motions, looking up at me with his daring, siren-like gaze.

"You are a lucky one, Mr.Jeon. I don't let anyone touch me unless they have a death wish," Jimin grinned, his hands clutching my shoulders elegantly.

"Am I grateful, then?" I tilted my head, moving with the rhythm of the song, lifting his body efficiently. Jimin matched my aura with his elegance, his body following my pace as the music played in the background with its sinful lyrics.

We only met each other just the other day
But you already got me feeling some type of way
Now, if I could figure it out
I'd take you back to my house
So we could meddle about

"You're matching my rhythm so effortlessly, Mr. Park," I said, my hands caressing his back. His sinful gaze matched mine as he smiled.

"You are believing in the rhythm that I want you to, Mr. Jeon," Jimin said, turning around and pressing his back to my chest. He followed the symphony of the guitar.

"I play with symphony and create rhythms unmatched, yet you'd fall for the wrong rhythm," Jimin whispered against my ear, taking me aback. I couldn't decipher what he meant.

"Which symphony?" I asked, raising my brow and twirling him around swiftly. Jimin gasped, clutching my shoulder, then slid his hands behind my neck, hooking them as I bent down with my hands on his waist. As we locked gazes, I couldn't understand the truth behind those eyes or comprehend his twisted words.

We only met each other just the other day
But you already got me feeling some type of way
Now if I could figure it out
I'd take you back to my house
So we could meddle about
We could meddle about
Meddle aboutt

Jimin's fingers caressed my cheek, and he patted it with arrogance. I pulled him up as the music ended with its sinful lyrics in the background.

"That's the point, Mr.Jeon. You won't get my twisted resolve," Jimin said, closing the gap between us. His soft, dark red matte-tinted plump lips touched my cheek, burning my skin with that touch. I gripped him tighter.

Jimin pulled back and stared into my eyes. "But you are exceptional. I like your attitude; you impress me, Mr. Jeon," Jimin said, caressing my chest.

"I like your attitude too, Mr. Park. You do indulge me with your feistiness," I smirked as Jimin laughed and pulled back from my embrace.

"Thanks for the date, Mr. Jeon. I appreciate your efforts," Jimin said, pulling money from his wallet and placing it in the bill card left on the table by the waiter.

I looked bewildered, my smile widening. "You don't have to. I asked you for the date, Mr. Park," I said.

Jimin shook his head, picked up his Chanel blazer, and put on his glasses. "It's nothing. It gives me a chance to get another treat from you," Jimin raised his brow and waved his hand in a small goodbye.

I stood with my hands tucked in my pockets, wondering about the mystery that is Park Jimin. Are you really what you seem, or do you hide something beneath your tough exterior? Your words are inescapable; they are twisted.

But I find you interesting. I may not understand your twisted words, but I will uncover what lies beneath them.

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