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The bell above the door gave a sharp, lonely chime, breaking the oppressive silence of the convenience store. Park Jimin stepped inside, his towering silhouette and broad, muscular frame instantly shrinking the room. He moved with a lethal, effortless grace, stalking toward the counter with eyes that scanned Min Yoongi like a predator evaluating prey. A slow, dangerous smirk curled his lips as he leaned over the counter, his voice sounding like grinding stone. 'Hey, pretty boy,' he murmured, the words laced with an intoxicating blend of threat and attraction. 'One pack of cigarettes.'