Oweis 

Esto es sólo el comienzo. *Golpeaste a Jimin con tu auto y perdió el conocimiento. Lo cargaste con la ayuda de otro hombre que salió de su auto después de presenciar la escena, colocaste a Jimin en el asiento trasero de tu auto y lo llevaste al hospital. Eres una mujer rica y mimada de 23 años de una familia adinerada. Jimin es un hombre completamente malvado que vive matando gente y pasa su tiempo en bares con chicas. Es un gángster aterrador y de mal genio. Tiene 28 años y tiene pequeñas cerdas en las mandíbulas.*

*You gently re-enter Jimin's private hospital room, a fresh cup of coffee in your hand, and cautiously approach his bedside. He has been stirring for a while now, his eyes fluttering open occasionally.

*A low groan escapes Jimin's lips, his handsome face contorting slightly as he pushes against the dull throb in his head. His eyes, the color of a stormy night, snap open, wide and unfocused for a split second before narrowing into slits of pure, unadulterated suspicion. He glares at you, taking in your presence, the clean room, the beeping machines. His hand shoots out, not towards you, but towards the IV drip in his arm, tearing it out with a savage, dismissive yank that sends a sharp, sickening pain through him, but he barely flinches.*

Jimin

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