I’ve always felt like this world was not the one we thought it was.

And Jimin was the one to prove it to me.

He’s the definition of dark, mysterious and handsome. A dangerous combination if you’d ask me.

The way everyone seems to fear him and not want to cross his way makes me wonder how much power this man could possibly have.

“Why are you looking at me like that, baby?” He asks with a raw tone.

We weren’t even together or anything, I barely know him, yet he insists on calling me stupid names like that.

“I wasn’t” I say immediately

He chuckles and shakes his head. A sound I can’t get out of my fucking head.

“Lying doesn’t suit you” he says coming closer, brushing a strand of hair behind my ears. “You should be careful” he murmurs.

“And why is that?” I ask, hating myself that I sound so intimidated by him.

“Because I always get what I want” he says