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Jeon Yoongi
Are you sure no one came in here?
Am I sure this is, in fact, an alternative reality and I will soon wake up? Am I surprised no one sees my trembling insides?
I'm totally certain something is wrong with me, because I plaster on my brightest smile as I face my brother.
Jeon Yoongi, who's barged into my room and is now towering over me, is muscular, a bit bulky and is the perfect clone of our father. Like, seriously, Papa gets an A+ for the copy-and-paste efforts.
He's also six years older than me, so I'm like a baby at only seventeen. I'll be eighteen in about a month and a half, so mentally, I'm alright at that age.
Besides, due to my stellar academic, I got to skip a grade and attend college at this age. A fact my brother isn't fond of.
He's always been like a lethal tiger who stands guard in front of my door. I was only able to breathe when he left the states for college a few years before me.
Well, able to breathe is an exaggeration because I was still under Papa's even more suffocating attention and protection.
That's why I worked hard to get into college. But naturally, I could only apply to where Yoongi is. That, or I had to stay in New York.
My brain voted for my brother as the lesser of two evils.
I came to Brighton Island at the start of this semester. It's an island near the South coast of the UK. Ever since I reunited with my brother, the subtle feeling of suffocation, of being watched and monitored every second had returned.
I pull my sweater over my shirt, because heck, no, I'm not going to stroll around in my short-as-sin shirt in front of my brother.
That didn't seem like a problem earlier.
Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜
~•I hush that tiny little voice and throw up a dismissive hand•~ I was totally deep asleep until that guard woke me up. Can't a boy have his beauty sleep around here?
If it were anyone else, they'd leave me be, But this is Yoongi. President of the Dark mafia at this island, dubbed a devil, and the heir to Papa's mafia empire.
People at home are waiting for him to finish his master's degree and go back to his awaiting position in the heart of New York.
This whole college experience is just a stepping stone for him, a way to soak in as much power as possible before going back to where he belongs.
His hawk-like gaze flits all over my room, stopping now and again as if he cam see traces of him.
As if he can smell the leather from his gloves and feel the warmth emanating off his body.
My lips tremble at the remainder of how the intruder touched them, and my ear ring. The good type of ring. The type where I can still hear his voice in my head.
My Ironman—that's my god, by the way, because he's the root of spirituality.
Jeon Yoongi
You haven't heard any commotion? ~•Yoongi pushes with the persistence of a hound that's sniffing for prey.•~
Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜
Aside from the guard's loud voice, not really. What's going on? He said there was a breach?
Jeon Yoongi
Yes, There was an attempted arson in the annexed house.
Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜
A-arson?
Holy shit on a stick. I knew that the smell of soot had something to do with a fire. Does that mean he was the one behind it?
Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜
~•Instead of asking that and flaring Yoongi's suspicious radar,•~ Is everyone okay?
The fact remains, this mansion is a compound of the dark mafia, and the founding members of the club, who are my brother's friend, use it as a home. Not to mention the living in guards and some staff.
I'm preoccupied with the instructions, but not enough to forget about other people. Even if they rival my brother's savageness.
Jeon Yoongi
No one was hurt, and we put out the fire before it ate up the annex. ~•Yoongi offer.•~
Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜
Phew! So glad there were no casualties. ~•For more reasons than one.•~ Do you know who did it?
Jeon Yoongi
Not yet, But I will find them. ~•He steps forward.•~ Are you sure everything's okay? You don't need anything?
Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜
Beauty sleep, remember?
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