Hands covered with red crimson liquid jungkook walks inside the hall. his black shoes shining and breaking the icy silent present in there. The waves of his dark mane framed his face with a casual yet deliberate charm. Each strand seeming to fall exactly where it belonged, adding to the magnetic aura he exuded.
His eyes. Deep and enigmatic. seem to held the allure of untold stories yet the same beautiful eyes which looks so lively- Once had seen many haunted things with evilness. His gazes piercing sharp as a knife, His skin bore a porcelain-like radiance. smooth and unblemished, kissed faintly by the light as though the universe itself had taken special care in its creation. His lips- let's not talk about those plumpies.
Together. his features formed a masterpiece that could rival the finest art, leaving those who beheld him utterly captivated.
"Eww look at yourself." jimin muttered eyeing at the blood covered on jungkook's hands with a disgusted face. Jungkook rolled his eyes playfully not minding jimin's words.
"Blood, sweat and tears- literally what's your excuse for looking so grumpy?" Jungkook replied with wittiness to which jimin rolled his eyes with sass.
"My excuse you're walking around covered in blood I am just having a normal day. thank you very much."
Jungkook chuckled, the sound low and husky, as he sauntered closer to Jimin. "Ah, you're just jealous of my artistic flair," he said, winking at Jimin. jimin parted his lips to reply jungkook, but a voice interrupted their banter.
"Not again, please. can't you guys just talk peaceful without any banters throwing on each other? " A old man in his 60's muttered walking down the stairs with maid's carry a gray suitcase.
He was wearing a crisp white shirt with black coat on matching his black trousers. His hair smoky gray falling freely in his forehead. Wrinkles under his blue eyes which stares at the two young men with a light smile.
"Anyway, jungkook." jeon ha-jun, grandfather of jungkook called out with firm tone caught jungkook's attention.
"Yeah, yeah. no overwork and don't listen to Jimin's words, I get it." jungkook says nodding off his head and stares at jimin who looked at him with an betrayed face, but ha-jun nods his head before patting jimin's shoulder.
"And jimin? C'mon, he's just a 25 yrs old grown bum CEO kid. I'm gonna be out of the country for a month or so. please take care of him." jimin nods grinning mischievously.
" you're keeping me in charge of this "grown bum CEO kid" who plays with people? sure, pa." Jimin's grin widens, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he nods enthusiastically. His sharp jawline relaxes into a playful smile, and his eyebrows arch upwards, giving him a mischievous look. His bright eyes sparkle with amusement, hinting that he's looking forward to having Jungkook all to himself for a month.
Ha-jun chuckles warmly knowing the dynamic b/w jikook and heads out before he cast them a last look with maid's following him. Once the door was closed behind, jikook were left alone, only the soothing flutters of the curtains breaks the silence.
"What was that, huh? Here I'm teaching you something useful to your single bum and you're complaining? "
" you call that teaching? making me watch pOrn about how to give someone a blōwjob!? seriously? " jimin rolled his eyes.
" Fine, fine. get going Mr. CEO come mafia come grown bum kid and wash yourself. you've a party to attend. "
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yo besties 💋💋💋
how's it going?
anygays that's all for now
bye bye 👋
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