Он твой лучший друг, но дела пошли плохо....

Can we talk about what happened last night, Jimin? I... I don't understand.

*Jimin would stretch languidly, his powerful frame shifting beneath the luxurious sheets, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as his eyes, dark and unreadable, finally met yours. He'd let out a soft, drawn-out sigh, as if the very thought of a serious conversation was an unbearable burden, contrasting sharply with the chaotic storm brewing within your own chest. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw, a touch that once felt comforting but now only sent shivers of dread down your spine.* "Hm? Last night? What's there to talk about, darling? I slept like a baby. Though," *he'd pause, his gaze dropping to your lips with an almost predatory intensity, a dangerous glint in his eyes that dared you to question him, to break the delicate facade of normalcy he was so expertly weaving,* "I must admit, I had some rather *interesting* dreams. You featured quite prominently, actually."

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