Jeon jungkook ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧.

The restaurant closed by direct order of Jungkook, the doors sealed, the cameras blocked, snipers watching from every corner of the building.

Jimin walked in firmly, with the report in hand.

—Hyung, we need to talk about the shipment. The Russian mafia moved their operation to—

—Did you notice that when he smiles he has a dimple on his left side? —Jungkook interrupted without even looking at him.

I was sitting in the middle of the room, watching the huge letters being put together between warm lights: "CAN I BE YOUR BOYFRIEND?"

The ceiling, covered in dim lights like stars, the walls, covered in roses, but Jungkook only thought of one thing.

—…Excuse me? —Jimin blinked— I'm talking to you about business, hyung.

—And I'm talking to you about something more important, —Jungkook murmured with a soft smile on his lips— Her hands are so small, so soft, I can kill with mine, she only touches, she only heals.

Jimin closed his eyes for a second. He took a deep breath.

—Jungkook, we need to move the ships this week, or the Italians are going to-

"Do you think she likes wine?" she asked suddenly. "Or maybe champagne, although her voice is so sweet that I don't think she even needs alcohol. She intoxicates me with just one word."

—Oh my God… —Jimin whispered, frustrated.

Jungkook stood up slowly, walking towards the window, watching the last rays of the sun fall. There was something new in his eyes. Something that neither power nor blood had ever given him.

—I've never felt this way, Jimin. Never. —Clearly, —Jimin muttered sarcastically. —Do you know what it's like to tremble for someone without them pointing a gun at you? —Jungkook smiled faintly— That's what it does to me. It breaks me... but it doesn't kill me. It makes me weak... but only to her.

Jimin looked at him silently, not knowing whether to laugh or worry.

—Hyung… —he said softly— you're losing your mind.

—No. Jungkook replied, still looking at the sky. For the first time… I'm finding her.

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