Alone.
That is all JK had ever been.
Alone and forgotten in a cruel, heartless world.
Growing up at the orphanage, all he had ever wanted, was to find a place he could call home.
A family.
To finally know what it felt like to be loved.
He ran...
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I pulled Jimin closer by his waist and lowered my lips to his ears, my voice rough and low, only meant for him. A warning and a plea.
"Angel... I know all too well how you enjoy teasing me, but just so you know, I will not be responsible for what happens then. And you looking like this is just asking for trouble."
Jimin leaned back into me and then turned his head, my breath catching at his closeness. I didn't think that would ever stop. The way his beauty sometimes felt like a punch in the face.
And that smile that grew on his lips... I growled. Growled low and dangerous as he smirked up at me with that smile, making it clear he had no intention of keeping my sanity tonight.
"Oh, Jungkook-ie... this is our first real party in forever. And you really expect me to be a saint tonight?"
I shot him a dark look, then allowed my eyes to travel down his body. No. He had definitely not dressed like a saint today. Not like an angel at all.
