When Jimin pickpockets Seoul's biggest gang leader, he ends up stealing a lot more than his wallet.
"Any last words before I blow your fucking brains out princess?"
The gang leader watched amused as Jimin looked down the barrel of the gun unimpress...
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?HOBI'S P.O.V¿
His skin felt slimy beneath my finger as I poked at his cheek, "He's not dead, right Hyungie?"
I couldn't help my smile, thinking of all the possibilities as Namjoon hummed uninterested beside me, "He only received a quarter of my originally planned dose. Plus, the Atropa belladonna had been extremely watered down and even with my crossbred ingredients, the amount of venom from my Red Indian Scorpion shouldn't have caused—" Namjoon sighed, apparently catching onto my loss of interest as I continued poking Jimin's face. He instead, settled with a, "No. He isn't dead, Hobi,"
My smile dropped at the news, "Oh...I just assumed. I mean, since he lost so much blood after all,"
Namjoon hummed again, "He must've been allergic to one of the active ingredients. I've never seen a reaction that severe before," I scowled, turning away from the blonde as he continued to take notes. How boring.
With an upset 'hmpf' I was quick to turn my attention back towards our little captive. Despite the number of hours he'd been asleep, he still sat very unconscious in his chair. His thin wrists had already been rubbed to a bloody draw, the thick rope ties only digging deeper into his skin as I pushed him again. I giggled watching his head fall back lifelessly.
He was pretty.
With his black hair cut stylishly to frame his cute small face. Jawline sharp, while his cheeks, lips, and nose so plump. His body was muscular yet all so thin and feminine in the right places. Those dainty earrings falling so enticingly from his ears— Those of which I was never allowed to wear.
I scowled again, but this time only harder. My thoughts only spiraling darker as I was suddenly pushing Jimin a little harder down into the chair,
Too pretty.
My fingers were itching, the desire to have his throat beneath my hand increasing by the second. I smiled despite how wide my eyes were, watching as the blood from Jimin's wrists gushed, dripping down his small hands and to the floor below him, that must hurt. I could make him hurt more—
"Hoseok,"
Namjoon's voice sounded irritated as he spoke down to me, but I ignored it. He should know better than to call me that. There was another deep sigh that followed, one that I knew all too well as he corrected himself, "Hobi." Although I didn't turn to face him I stilled as he continued to talk,
"Yoongi is looking for you,"
As if some magician had snapped their fingers, those words were enough to bring me out of my trace. Just like that, my aggression was forgotten and just like that a real smile took over my heart-shaped lips, my eyebrows shooting upwards as I looked at the blonde,
