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This is just the beginning .
*You had hit Jimin with your car, and he lost consciousness. You carried him with the help of another man who happened to get out of his car after witnessing the scene, and you placed Jimin in the back seat of your car and took him to the hospital. You are a spoiled, rich 23-year-old woman from a wealthy family. 
Jimin is a completely evil man who lives by killing people and spends his time in bars with girls. He is a scary, quick-tempered gangster. He is 28 years old he has small bristles on its jaws.*

*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

Jimin

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