A dead body laid on the concrete ground of the prison bellow. An ocean of scarlet red pooled underneath it and a waterfall of blood dripped down from the slit in the man's throat. His slitted eyes were barely parted to allow the sun to shine into them and melt the caramel in his irises.

Honey dripped from the honeycombs in Jimin's eyes and his chubby fingers lifted to push a cigarette between his lips. He pulled out a lighter and pressed his thumb against it before flicking it back and erupting a flame from the lighter. Jimin lit the cigarette between his pillow-like lips and leaned against the railing of the roof.

A bead of scarlet red blood collected on the scratch marks on the skin underneath his torn uniform. The droplet of blood soaked into the pink uniform, and the scratch mark stung as Jimin lifted the cigarette out of his lips and released a cloud of puffy smoke.

Jimin admired the view of the emerald trees and the gentle breeze ruffling through his messy locks. His fingers drummed along the metal railing before his eyes flickered down and he stared at the dead body bellow.

Yoongi had found another hacker sooner than Jimin expected, and they were introduced to each other an hour after Jimin spoke to Jungkook. Jimin didn't even care enough to learn the poor guy's name and immediately looked for the opening to kill him. Jimin didn't even have to kill him since Jungkook would soon come to him and help him execute his plan, Jimin just did it to spite Yoongi.

Jimin could hear the metal door behind him swing open. A devilish smirk curled around his lips and his fingers stopped drumming against the railing. Jimin listened to Yoongi's soles smacking against the roof until the older was looming behind him with his eyes digging into Jimin's back.

"Where is he?" Yoongi's gruff voice cut through the air and bit at Jimin's earlobes. He could sense the dangerous calmness dripping from Yoongi's uttered words- daring Jimin to play games with him.

The mochi huffed out a small giggle and inhaled another lungful of smoke, he extended his hand and pointed at the ground bellow them without sparing Yoongi a glance. Jimin could feel Yoongi's eyes linger on his back before the Gang leader stepped around him and peered over the railing. His jaw clenched and nostrils flared as he stared down at his dead hacker before slowly dragging his eyes back to Jimin.

Jimin's smile widened into a toothy grin, he pressed the tip of his cigarette against the railing and threw it over the edge of the roof, "Whoops." Jimin looked into Yoongi's whiskey coloured eyes and offered him an indifferent shrug.

Jimin turned away from him and began to walk towards the exit of the door with a sway in his hips. Yet as he lifted his leg and placed it on the ground again, he heard Yoongi shift around, followed by his voice calling out to him.

"I know that you know."

Jimin froze in his steps and stood with his feet glued to the ground. A bucked of ice dropped down on his head and the colour on his face got swept away by the bony fingers of fear. He swallowed down the crumbs of anxiety and pivoted around to face the pale gang leader.

Yoongi was leaning against the metal railing with his arms spread out and fingers gripping the railing. His brown hair fell into his eyes and pink lips curved into a dark smile. Yoongi's cat-like eyes didn't bother to hide the hint of amusement wrapped in the silk of malice. Yoongi's stance was completely at ease and open as if he was referring to what they had eaten for breakfast. Jimin felt like Yoongi's eyes alone were like two, sharp fangs, and they had pierced through his skin and injected droplets of venom into his veins.

"Oh?" Jimin breathed out, taking a confident step towards Yoongi without looking away from the poisonous gaze of the gang leader.

"Don't act coy, munchkin." Yoongi chuckled deeply, pushing off of the railing and straightening out. His eyes didn't stray from Jimin for a single second, not even when he fixed the sleeves of his shirt, or approached the younger. Yoongi stepped behind Jimin with the string of eye-contact still connected between them, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against the shell of Jimin's ear, "We both know that you have found out the truth. Baekhyun can't seem to keep his mouth shut, nor can the guards that you walked past to get to Mark."

A ball of saliva slid down Jimin's throat and his head twisted around to follow Yoongi as he manoeuvred around him, "You're stupid if that's the only reason why you found out about me knowing." Jimin mocked with a smirk of his own, earning himself a chuckle of amusement from Yoongi.

"If you think that I found out from them.." Yoongi turned around to face him and stepped forward. Their chests brushed and eyes clashed once again, Yoongi leaned down with an arrogant smile. Their breaths wrapped around each other's and noses almost seemed to glide together as Yoongi pressed the tip of his finger against the underside of Jimin's neck and dragged it up to his chin, "...then you're the stupid one." Yoongi whispered and dropped his hand, allowing Jimin's head to slip back down.

"Are you gonna kill me?" Jimin asked easily, the smile never leaving his face.

Yoongi quirked a brow and released a breath of amusement, his lips stayed sealed shut as he reached down and slipped his fingers into the pocket of Jimin's uniform. The Kitty gangster stood still and didn't even blink as he felt Yoongi grab the cigarettes and pull them out.

Yoongi opened the packet and pulled out one of the white sticks. He pushed the packet of cigarettes into his own pocket before pulling out a gold lighter and lifting it up to the tip of the cigarette. The flame left behind trails of orange and allowed Yoongi to inhale a cloud of smoke. He slid his golden lighter into his pocket and took a confident step towards Jimin.

The whiskey in Yoongi's eyes sloshed around and was adored by the coldness from the ice cubes. His lips curved around the stick of death and pale arm curled around Jimin's waist to pull him closer. Jimin was completely calm and relaxed in his arms, yet he couldn't deny that his heart pounded as Yoongi pulled out the cigarette and leaned down to brush their lips together.

Jimin's lips parted and he invited the smoke Yoongi exhaled into the cocoon of his own lungs. Yoongi's fingers burned against his waist and the smoke ate him from inside. The dark, smug smirk on Yoongi's face seemed to pull Jimin in, yet create the desire for the younger to punch him so hard that it knocked out all of Yoongi's teeth.

Jimin's skin tingled and mind felt fuzzy, he released the cloud of smoke from his lungs and allowed it to entangle with their bodies. His eyes met Yoongi's whiskey ones before flickering down to the pink lips wrapped around the white cigarette. Jimin reached out, and plucked the cigarette from Yoongi's lips and placed it between his own. Without looking away from the amused, whiskey gaze of Yoongi, Jimin inhaled the smoke before exhaling and dropping the cigarette to the ground.

"I hate you."

"I know."

Jimin pushed forward and allowed their lips to crash together and tongues to tangle. Their teeth viciously bit at each other's to the point where they drew blood, only for their tongues to swipe away the droplets of ruby red and pull them into the whirlpool of their hateful kiss.

Strings of saliva connected their lips and droplets of blood smeared across their tongues. Jimin yelped when Yoongi bit down on his tongue so hard that the muscle became almost limp. He pushed Yoongi away, only to snarl and grab at his clothes. Jimin ripped Yoongi's shirt open and sunk his nails into his chest. He dragged them down Yoongi's pale pecks, leaving behind trails of scarlet red scratch marks.

A throaty groan erupted from the depth of Yoongi's throat at the stinging in his chest. He shot out his hands and grabbed Jimin's wrists into a bruising grip. His grip was so tight that Jimin felt like his blood-flow was cut off and his arms were becoming limp. Jimin hissed and snarled like an animal when Yoongi ripped him froward and threw him onto the ground.

Jimin's body hit the floor- the pebbles and rocks on the roof ripping through his uniform and scratching off the skin on his knees. He turned around and raised his foot, kicking Yoongi in the chest. Yoongi fell back with his breath knocked out of his lungs, he coughed and smiled psychotically up at the blueberry sky.

"Look at that.." Jimin purred through puffs of air. He crawled over to Yoongi and plopped down on his lap, he watched the gang leader try to collect the breath that had been knocked out of him, all while staring up at Jimin with a ghost of a smirk. Jimin leaned forwards and pressed his lips against Yoongi's ear, "The great Min Yoongi, laying beneath me, struggling to breathe. Tell me, how does it feel to suffocate?" Jimin mocked the words Yoongi had uttered to him when he had choked him, before bursting out into a fit of giggles.

Jimin's giggling were cut off by Yoongi bucking his hips, followed by the back of his hand smacking Jimin across the face and making him stumble off of the gang leader. Yoongi's pale fingers tangled into Jimin's hair and ripped his head up, the younger hissed and scratched at his skin to draw more blood and inflict more damage.

"You're like a goddamn animal." Yoongi spoke through harsh breath and a sadistic smile. He stumbled up to his feet and pushed away the torn shirt clinging to his skin by a small thread. The sun attached itself to Yoongi's exposed chest and caressed the valley between his abs, it licked at his pink nipples and inhaled the scent of the fresh blood coating his chest.

Yoongi's grip tightened around Jimin's hair as he began to stride towards the railing of the prison. Jimin was dragged forward on his knees, he tried to scramble up to his feet, only for Yoongi to kick out his leg and push him back down.

Jimin was huffing in anger by the time they reached the edge of the roof. Yoongi's grip on his hair vanished, giving Jimin the chance to pounce forward and sink his teeth into Yoongi's thigh. His skin broke through the thin layer of Yoongi's sweatpants and sunk into his skin, the metallic taste of blood filled Jimin's mouth, only for Yoongi to grab him by the back of his throat and pry him off.

Jimin's red tongue dipped out of his mouth and slid over his bloody lips. He glanced up at Yoongi and glared at him with a cocky smirk, "You like that, daddy?" Jimin purred, reaching out and digging his fingers into the wound.

Yoongi jumped back with a throaty groan, he reached down and grabbed him by his bruised wrist. Jimin yelped as he was pulled forward and grabbed by the back of his head, only for his face to be shoved forward and pressed against the hard cock straining against Yoongi's pants.

"Does this answer your question, slut?" Yoongi spat through a hostile sneer, he bucked his hips and pushed Jimin's nose into his dick, trying to suffocate the younger on his bulge.

Jimin trashed around, trying to push against Yoongi's thighs and escape from his death grip. Yet he couldn't deny that his cock hardened when his nostrils flared and his lungs were filled with the musky scent of Yoongi's cock. Despite Jimin's trashing around and the way he smacked his small palms against Yoongi's thighs, he parted his lips and pushed out his tongue to glide it along Yoongi's clothed cock.

Yoongi threw his head back and inhaled a sharp breath. His fingers tightened around Jimin's locks before he ripped him back, "You're a filthy slut, Jimin. You found out that I had orchestrated all of this shit just to kill your gang, yet you still allowed me to fûck your gaping ass, and now you're gonna wrap those lips around my cock and suck me off?"

Jimin gathered his saliva and was about to spit at Yoongi, but just as the spit flew out of his mouth, Yoongi pressed his palm against his lips and captured it. Yoongi smacked the handful of Jimin's spit against his face and dragged it down his features. Jimin gasped as his own spit was rubbed all over his face, followed by Yoongi leaning over him and spitting a glob of spit directly on top of his plump lips.

"Fuck you!" Jimin screamed at Yoongi, trashing even more and trying to prevent Yoongi from coating his features into a sticky layer of spit.

A mocking laugh bubbled in Yoongi's throat at Jimin's failed struggles, he ripped the younger forward and pressed his face back against his twitching cock. Yoongi cooed and caressed the back of Jimin's head as if he was a teenager throwing a temper tantrum, "Shhh, baby, Hyung's gonna feed you his cock." Yoongi soothed in an arrogant tone, tugging at a few strand of Jimin's hair to pull his head back and allow Yoongi to collect the glob of spit on the tip of his fingers.

Yoongi pushed his fingers past Jimin's lips and shoved them deep into his throat. Jimin almost coughed from the sudden presence in the back of his throat and squeezed his eyes shut. Yoongi pulled out his fingers and wiped the spit onto Jimin's puffy cheek.

A tint of red anger trailed up Jimin's skin and curled around his head, he snapped his teeth at Yoongi's fingers, trying to bite them off. Yoongi tskd before reeling his hand back and backhanding Jimin across the face. Jimin flew to the side and hit the ground with a small gasp, splotches of red bloomed on the side of Jimin's face and his skin began to sting. Jimin sat on the ground, blinking at the metal railing and trying to get rid of the dizziness coating his vision.

Yoongi crouched down next to him and took a hold of his chin, his eyes ran along the redness of Jimin's cheek before he looked into Jimin's eyes, "Colour?"

Jimin inhaled a sharp breath and moved his mouth around, he winced at the way his face stung. A few more seconds ticked by until Jimin gathered his bearings and peered up at Yoongi with a nasty glare, "Fuck you, asshole, it's green."

A twitch of Yoongi's lips and a deep hum, was followed by Yoongi grabbing Jimin by his throat and hauling him up to his knees. He grabbed Jimin by his cheeks and pushed his head back in order to stare into his eyes, "I may be an asshole, but at least I don't spread my legs to someone who wants to kill the people I love." Yoongi insulted softly, pressing his thumb against the bottom of Jimin's lip and dragging it down before releasing the puffy lip and allowing it to bounce back into place.

Jimin snarled and spat at Yoongi's legs, he flashed the older his teeth and tried to push him away. Yoongi's eyebrows rose and eyes flickered down to the spit laying by his shoes, "You're gonna clean that up." Yoongi's words made Jimin pause and stare at him with wide eyes filled with disgust, "Whats the matter? You can spit at me like a feral animal and then act like a victim when I want to teach you basic manners?"

Yoongi shook his head with a disappointed sigh, he rolled his head back and blinked up at the blueberry sky. Jimin took this as his opportunity to twist his head to the side and bite down on Yoongi's wrist. With a sharp hiss, Yoongi's fingers slipped away from Jimin's lavender locks, allowing him to scramble forward.

Before Jimin could stumble up to his feet, Yoongi reeled his leg back and slammed it into the back of Jimin's knee. The younger fell on his hands and knees with a sharp cry of pain, he was about to push himself up, only for Yoongi to pressed his hand against his head and push him down to the ground. Jimin's body flattened against the ground and the side of his face was squished against the pool of spit he had left behind.

"Tsk, what an ungrateful, entitled brat. You think people have time to clean up after you, hmm? You think they want to clean up your spit from the ground?" Yoongi taunted, his voice dripped with condescension and eyes glistened with something unrecognisable. He pushed Jimin's head firmer agaisnt the ground and rolled it back and forth in order to make him clean up the spit with the side of his face.

Jimin kicked out his arm and tried to punch Yoongi, his hand was grabbed by his wrist before being thrown away. Yoongi's fingers tightened around his locks and ripped him back up to his knees. Jimin winced at the sting in the back of his head and grabbed onto Yoongi's wrist. His right cheeks was glistening in the sun from the saliva and dirt, while the rest of the spit on his face had dried and left him feeling sticky.

Yoongi bent down in front of him and released his hair, he grabbed Jimin by his cheeks and squished them together- making his lips puff out into a pout. Their fiery gazes crashed together, making Yoongi's lips twitch and a chuckle rumble through his chest, "I think you should thank me for teaching you manners, and for not making you go down there and clean up the blood from Minyuk's body."

Jimin shuddered at the thought of Yoongi dragging him down the flight of stairs on his knees before throwing him into the pool of blood and wiping the blood with him as if he was a mere rag.

"So?" Yoongi pushed, raising a brow and running his thumb over Jimin's slimy bread cheek.

An intake of breath filled Jimin's lungs with oxygen, he blinked back at Yoongi and allowed a smile of his own to grow on his lips, "Fuck..." Jimin purred and leaned forward, making sure that their lips brushed, "You." He whispered before throwing his head back and cackling loudly.

Yoongi's smile never left his face and eyes stayed glued on Jimin's features, "Funny?" He asked calmly after Jimin was done laughing. The younger dramatically wiped away a nonexistent tear and made his curls bounce with a nod of his head, "Cool."

And with that, Yoongi stood up to his feet and hooked his fingers around the edge of his joggers. He pulled them down and revealed his cock, it flung up and smacked against Jimin's cheek, leaving behind a splatter of pre-cum.

Jimin's eyes widened and he flinched back at the sudden smack to his cheek, he could feel the cum sitting against his skin almost as if to taunt him. He glanced down at Yoongi's cock, and was finally gifted with a closer inspection of the large organ. Yoongi's dick was in the size of 7 or 8 inches, the head was pointy and a shade of baby pink. Pre-cum shimmered in the slit of Yoongi's head before spilling over the edge and running along the vein on the side of Yoongi's dick. Two round, heavy balls hung beneath Yoongi's twitching dick and a path of curls sat on top of the base of it.

Drool gathered in Jimin's mouth, only to be gulped down. He bit the inside of his cheek and slowly dragged his eyes up to meet Yoongi's gaze, "So what?" Jimin's voice was rough and with a sprinkle of shakiness, he tried to act unbothered as he licked his lips and smiled, "You're gonna fuck some manners into me?"

"If I did that..." Yoongi trailed off, reaching down and curling his fingers around the base of his cock, "I wouldn't have a reason to fuck those cocksucker lips." Yoongi muttered, lifting his cock and slapping it against Jimin's face.

The younger flinched and gasped with each smack of Yoongi's cock against his face. His eyes fluttered shut as Yoongi slapped it against his cheeks, then slid it along his nose and eyes, only to end up nudging the tip at his lips. Jimin pressed his lips shut, not knowing that it was exactly what Yoongi wanted.

Yoongi snickered as he pressed the tip of his leaking cock against Jimin's lips and smeared the pre-cum against his lips as if it was lipgloss, "How does that taste, munchkin? It's a new brand, made to make your lips appear especially slutty. But It's not like you have any problems with that anyway.." Yoongi tapped his dick against Jimin's lips, ignoring the glare the younger sent up at him.

"Open wide, baby, hyung's gonna feed you." Yoongi mocked Jimin even more by opening his own lips and releasing a noise of 'aaah'.

Jimin's nostrils flared in anger and lips jutted out into an angry scowl, he continued to glare up to Yoongi, not listening to his command. But all it took, was for Yoongi to reach down and pinch his nose shut. Jimin's eyes widened before he grabbed Yoongi's wrist and tried to push him away. His lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen until finally, his lips popped open, only for a large cock to be shoved into his mouth.

Jimin choked and coughed around the thick cock, he pressed his palms against Yoongi's thighs and tried to push off, but the older didn't relent. Jimin sucked in deep breaths through his nose and tightened his lips around Yoongi's cock. He lifted his eyes and stared up at Yoongi as the older pulled back his hips before pushing them forward slowly as if to test the younger.

Jimin relaxed his throat and allowed his eyes to flutter shut when he felt the weight of Yoongi's cock slide along his tongue and slip into the back of his throat. Jimin sucked in a deep breath and grabbed onto Yoongi's sweatpants to ground himself. He pushed out his tongue and slid it along Yoongi's cock before tightening his lips and sucking.

Yoongi threw his head back and groaned, ripples of pleasure pulsated throughout his body at the feeling of Jimin sucking and sliding his tongue along the veins of his cock. A light fuzz wrapped around Yoongi's head and his lower stomach clenched at the pleasure. He peeled his eyes open and allowed his head to fall forward, only to be met with the sight of Jimin's wet, glimmering lips bobbing along the length of Yoongi's dick. Jimin's lavender hair stuck to his forehead and sweat glistened against his skin, his honeycomb eyes lifted and made contact with Yoongi.

The older released another deep moan and reached out to caress the back of Jimin'a head, "Fuck." Yoongi huffed quietly, staring up at the sky before glancing back down at Jimin to meet his eyes again.

Jimin continued to bob his head up and down, and flick his tongue around Yoongi's dick. He reached out his hand and fondled Yoongi's balls, earning himself even louder groans from the gang leader. Jimin dropped his hand and pulled himself off of Yoongi's dick, he grabbed the shaft between his palms and leaned down to kitten lick at Yoongi's pink, pointy head.

"Shit, how may dicks have you sucked, you little slut?" Yoongi panted, all while staring down at Jimin with his hair sticking to his forehead and his chest glistening from sweat. His eyes had glazed over from the pleasure and muscles tensed with each swipe of Jimin's tongue.

The kitten pulled back and sucked in deep breaths, "You really want me to answer that?" He snorted with a small quirk in his lips, not even pausing from moving his wrists up and down.

"No, shut up and keep sucking." Yoongi spat, grabbing Jimin and plunging his cock back into his mouth. He bucked his hips and pushed Jimin's head down until the tip of his nose was pressed against Yoongi's pubic hair, and his throat was filled with Yoongi's dick, "You know what? I'll take over." A devilish grin appeared on Yoongi's face as he uttered the words.

The colour drained from Jimin's face and he pushed at Yoongi's pants when he felt the older grab his hair as if they were handlebars. Jimin knew what would happen next but no matter how hard he tried to relax his throat and suck in lungfuls of oxygen, he wasn't prepared for Yoongi's hips to pull back, only to slam forward and push his cock as far down his throat as he can.

Jimin choked and spluttered around Yoongi's cock with each thrust into his throat. Yoongi was relentless as he drilled into Jimin's throat, nearly ruining his vocal cords and creating a pouch in his neck from the way his dick made Jimin's skin extend. Tears gathered in Jimin's eyes and spilled over the edge of his eyelids, they rolled down his bulging cheeks and met with the drool collecting around the dick in his mouth and dripping down his chin.

"God, you've always been nothing more than a little slut, have you? Bet your only missions have been to be the cockslave to some rich assholes to be the last hole they fuck." Yoongi spat harshly, tightening his grip on Jimin's hair until it almost seemed that it would be ripped out of his skull. Yoongi's balls swung back and forth along with his cock and hit Jimin's chin, creating the sound of loud smacks.

Jimin whined around Yoongi's cock in denial, trying to shake his head at Yoongi's words to tell him it wasn't true. The rumble of Jimin trying to speak, shot vibrations all the way down Yoongi's dick and even tingled his balls. Yoongi's eyes slipped shut and hips bucked, he shoved his dick all the way down Jimin's throat and stayed rooted there.

"You're so pathetic, baby, only made to spread legs and take dick. No wonder your fucked out brain couldn't figure everything out sooner and the only reason you found out, was because Baekhyun had a big mouth." Yoongi breathed out with his eyes still shut. He chuckled and rolled his hips around, ignoring the way Jimin was pushing against his thigh, "Pathetic slut."

With a one last insult, Yoongi pulled out his dick and allowed Jimin to gasp for air. The tip of his cock was connected with Jimin's wet lips by a string of drool. The Kitty gangster was gasping for air and sniffling slightly, he blinked away his tears and tried to swallow with his aching throat.

"Fuck.." Jimin croaked, wincing as his throat stung and clenched tightly, "You." He finished with another croaky mumble, snapping his head up and glaring at Yoongi once the gang leader threw his head back and released a row of booming laughs.

Yoongi continued to laugh for a few more seconds before finally exhaling deeply and looking back down at Jimin with arrogance, "Your throats fûcked up, munchkin, perhaps it's a sign for you to shut those lips and keep quiet."

"If I shut these lips, your dick's not entering my mouth ever again." Jimin leaned forward and hissed at him, lifting his hand and wiping away the tears on his cheeks.

"Oh?" Yoongi merely muttered in amusement. He grabbed a hold of his dick and tilted his head to the side, observing Jimin carefully with a growing smile, "How about we make a deal?"

Jimin looked up at that, "What..kind of deal?"

Yoongi slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out a phone. Jimin's eyes bulged out at the sight and he blinked at it with parted lips. Yoongi ignored the look Jimin sent him and opened the timer, he set it to 30 seconds and pushed it into Jimin's face, "If you make me come in 30 seconds..." Jimin eyed the screen and gulped nervously, he glanced at Yoongi's twitching, leaking dick and flickered his eyes up to meet Yoongi's gaze, "I'll let Taehyung live. If you don't make me come in 30 seconds, Taehyung dies with the rest."

Jimin's eyes were wide and breath had been knocked back into his lungs, he stared at Yoongi as if he had lost his mind. He snapped out of it and swallowing the nails of anxiety, "L..let's make it 50." Jimin gambled through barely moving lips, trying to maximise the chances of Taehyung's survival.

"Thirty."

"Forty five."

"Thirty."

"Forty or we don't have a deal."

"Thirty or you have a dead friend. Choose."

Jimin's lips smacked shut at what Yoongi said and eyes narrowed into a hateful glare. The hot coals of anger ignited in his stomach, the smoke swayed its hips and climbed up his nose, almost allowing the smoke to exit through his nose and display how pissed off he was at the entire situation.

"So what's it gonna be, munchkin? I'm getting kind of soft here, perhaps we should just cancel it since you won-"

"I agree." Jimin sat up straighter and leaned forward. His warm breath brushed against Yoongi's cock, making it harden and twitch.

Yoongi chuckled with a shake of his head and hovered his finger above the start button, "Little cheater." Yoongi breathed out and pressed down on the button, starting the timer.

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Alright, so to my calculations, this book will have 8 more chapters, not including this one. Maybe less, maybe more. But 8 is the number we're gravitating around. I'm not ready to end the book because it feels unbelievable, but I will try to update to chaps in a day and finish in three days so that I could pay attention to my other books.

Speaking of my other books, I have posted a new story and I would appreciate it if you checked it out. It's an OT7 Jimin/Jungkook centric. Thank you, please show some support UwU