He said, "I don't care if I'll fall in love with a devil, as long as she loves me the way she loves hell."
A Park Jimin fanfiction ♡
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"Baby, you don't speak my language." "But I love the way you're talking to me."
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Jimin
I looked towards the stairs and saw two men with toned bodies entering with black and white kitsune masks. Only their eyes and jaw were visible. The way they scanned around, it felt as if they were shooting daggers through their eyes. One of them had black hair while the other one was blonde.
They reminded me of Mingi and Yeosang
That black and white mask went well with their body covered in black all over.
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(Their mask)
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(Their outfit)
And there she came, with her long brown hair, I felt as if everything around us froze. I was devouring her through my eyes, even though her face was not visible, her body was hot. That slim hourglass body was wrapped in a black gown with a deep neck and a slit on her leg. It fits perfectly with her black kitsune mask.
Her body would fit right in my hands.
That pale skin contrasted with her black dress so well that it was like an angel dressed up as a sexy devil. I am eager to rip off that cloth over her and get her moaning for me.
