"𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝"
"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙"
Kim Seokjin, the youngest supreme court justice in South Korea. He was the man who had everything anyone would ever want, money...
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Author's POV
"Jin, get the fuck up, already!" Yoongi exclaimed in a rush as he struggled with his expensive new tie that was made out of a butter like material that physically resisted shaping into the form of anything similar to a tie.
The latter was in his own presidential suite, provided separately to each member of the team. As you would guess, the room was classy, elegantly molding with the fusion of vintage and modernity. Cologne of fresh jasmine sat in the room, adding to the luxurious feel of the room. White walls, cream curtains, velvet beige sofas resided in one part of the suite, while the other held oversized carpets. There was a wall-sized glass window facing the private pool at a distance of a door with a fluffy California bed to compliment it all.
Yoongi's room was once filled with the muffled sounds of the city outside, along with the pouring rain which seemed to work as a soothing mechanism on both the males, however the silence was broken down with heavy groans.
Jin's head rose up from the tangled sheets as his body was sprawled, messy with eyes half open, hair as organized as a month-old nest, and his hoodie and sweatbands all creased.
The latter had walked into the elder's room a couple hours ago without any explanation and jumped on his bed, startling the man who was solely invested in his book, trying his best to avert his mind from all the stress he'd been going through the week.
He sat up unsteadily and a frown flashed towards the mirror right at Yoongi. "I...ran the picture under image search...couldn't find shit," he groggily yawned. "Then spent an hour trying to find their names. Nothing."
Yoongi sighed as he took a glimpse of Jin's state. His hands tightly clawed his hair as he stared down at his lap in silence, but the pain screamed out of him. With an aching heart and stubborn tie finally around his neck, he walked towards the bed and slumped down with a subtle bounce.
He crawled a little backwards before bringing both his hands around the curled-up human, sharing his body heat in a tight hug.
"Get your dirty hands off me, asshole", a venomous growl reached Yoongi's ears, only making him hug the man tighter, while keeping his chin on his shoulders. But the threat meant nothing more than a mooing cow to Yoongi.
