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PERSUADE : WITHIN REASON?

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The thing about Iseul Kim is that she's pretty, too pretty that she always has men following after her like ants to honey or moths to flame, that would either get stuck to the glueness or burn in the heat. 

And from how it looks, he doesn't think this man, who's now looking at her with the brilliant affectionate eyes is any different.

 Jimin fakes a sigh. 

What a pity, what a fucking pity. It hurts him a molecule to see such a handsome young man acting like a besotted muppet, following her skirt out of all the other pretty decent ones around.

 Anyone or anything else would've been better. 

 really

Because Kim Iseul is a menace, and If there's someone who knows to what extent, it's her one and only brother slash best friend– Park Jimin–or he considers himself one since that woman is a damn loner despite how much she tries to hide that fact. 

He'll not deny.  His sister does have a knack for it; to make the others think she's two blocks above them, yet at the same time, urge them to foolishly reach her out tiptoeing in the slippery balustrade. The existence of an elevator or stairs wouldn't knock on their logic at all.

 It's pretty interesting, per se, even for a spectator like himself. However, he suggests she could use it for something better, something that could benefit her outside these silly short lived amusements. 

His smirk gets a bit wider over the rim of his glass, as the dark haired man’s deep laughter echoes in sync with her giggles that have its fakeness barely concealed. 

How much fucking deaf for her deceptive allure that guy must be to not get it. The living definition of a naive simpleton. 

Jimin wants to shake his head. 

It's not that he has never seen this certain scenario before. It's just, the new character sort of managed to snatch an unusual amount of his attention, which is a rare occurrence. 

Jimin settles his drink on the table with a click, and walks over to them, across the club, both his hands buried in his dark suit pants pockets. 

“So, what's the name of this new boyfriend of yours” 

The boyfriend in question, turns to him, his earlier smile leaving his lips a fraction. Jimin’s eyes take in the way his dark eyebrows furrowed together and thin pink lips broaden as he surveys him head to toe. He offers the man a smile, feeling his sister's curious eyes flickering between them. 

“He's -” 

“You are mistaken” He beats her, in a clipped tone. “I’m not her boyfriend.”  

“Oh” Jimin curls an eyebrow, the faux features of surprise blooming on his face. “ My bad.” he leans against the bar, letting the tight pink shirt stick to his skin further. “I'm jimin by the way, if you are wondering”

“I didn't.” The guy said as if he hadn't heard of the concept of hesitation. 

“ouch” Jimin smiles a bit too wide, “you could still say your name though. Basic etiquette of whatever”

“Jungkook” he says, passive, all the softness and sweetness he took notice of earlier in his voice, left. Jimin looks over ‘Jungkook’s’ shoulder at his sister. 

“You know Iseul, it's the basic sibling code to have your brother know when you are seeing someone. I'm deeply hurt” he places a palm on his chest, feigning offense. The woman rolls her eyes at his antics. 

“He said it already, Jimin. He’s a friend” 

 He feels Jungkook's gaze shifting to her as she says it, casually, while her manicured fingers wrap around her wine glass. Was it hurt fleeting across his face? Oh no, Jimin wouldn't dare to assume. 

“So you haven't fucked him over yet” 

Jungkook gives him a puzzled look while she uncrosses her legs, and sits up, appearing confused between laughing or glaring or simply dumping her wine over his head. 

Jimin knows it's obviously the third option she prefers when her grip tightens on the glass. He takes a tentative step back, unassuming, and sits on the stool beside her, with two pairs of eyes trailing after him.  

“Can you bugger off?” 

“Ah noona, don't be so rude to your little dongsaeng” 

“This is your brother?” 

“Half brother” Iseul corrects, her amber eyes lingering on Jimin who tilts his face innocently. 

“Ah” Jungkook breathes, nodding curtly. “They all tend to be very unruly,” he says slowly. 

Jimin eyebrows quirks up further, “sounds like you've got some experience dealing with one” 

The man doesn't respond to that, and shifts his attention to Iseul again. 

Okay. 

That stings a bit. 

The brunette’s jaw clenches ever so slightly as he chuckles, voiceless, and turns to the bartender who stiffened for a moment before rushing to him ready to pour himself even to the glass if necessary, not just the drink. 

Jimin doesn't enjoy this, at least not as much as his sister.

 She likes affection and adoration put on a platter before her. While, he, her brother is a literal opposite. Well sure. Whatever.

 Unlike her, when he wants attention, which he doesn't go after most of the time, he likes to grab it forcefully. 

Just how this Jungkook guy is begging him to, by acting so nonchalant about him, ignoring him as if his presence didn't stir anything interesting around. 

Jimin can confidently say this won't particularly give him the kick usually, since he'd just brush them off as typical wanna be assholes.

 But not this one.

 This one is making him feel a little over the edge. 

He has been since he stepped inside the club, in his skin tight jeans, slick black shirt and curly long hair, and oh those delicate almond eyes, long lashes, which are.. a sight to behold. 

And at present Jimin wants nothing more than to just lean over, grab his jaw, dig his nails and make those pretty eyes see him.  

Not Iseul. Him.

God, how fast did that escalate.

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Park Jimin and Kim Iseul shares a amicable relationship as half siblings. Perhaps the intrusion of a certain Jeon Jungkook might hinder it a bit

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