Vmin, mafia story
Trigger warning!!!!
Graphic Themes:
Violence, Blood, rape, crimes, abuse, etc.
Warning: This story displays a toxic relationship and behavior. Just know I am not romanticizing this behavior I'm just telling a story. In no way is an...
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(The shirt was tucked into the shorts)
Suddenly a knock was heard on the door, followed by a "Are you done?" "Yes!" I reply back. "Damn you look stunning!" Jin exclaims as he walks through the door. "Thank you." I reply shyly. "I'm gonna style your hair now." He tells me, making me sit down at the vanity that sat against one of the walls. I just relaxed at the feeling of getting my hair done, it always feels really great. "All done. Also, put this on." Jin says, handing me a tube of glittery, clear lip gloss. Analyzing my face in the vanity mirror, I apply the lip gloss and adjust the stud in my nose. Every time I glance at the jewel, I remember when I got it. At 15 years old, I decided to get my nose pierced with friends without my mom's permission and she was livid. "Jimin, boss needs you now." Mingi informs, appearing right next to me. Reluctantly, I follow the green haired male to my destination.
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(Taehyung's office)
Entering the office for the second time felt different from the first. Maybe it's because I feel less clueless, or maybe it's because of the way he swallows me whole with his eyes. "You look great." His sultry voice compliments, his dark eyes pooled with lust. Feeling uncomfortable I look away from his gaze. "Come doll." The intimidating man calls, leading me into a room that is connected to his office. This room had a long table in the center with five seats on each side. At one end of the table sat a large, almost throne-like chair.
