PM RPing

Ello friends. I have been away for a while, but I am back ;u; 

Would anyone be interested in private rping?  I am open to anything literate and plotted. Though MxM or FxF  is preferred, I'm not opposed to straight either. 

Main characters are BTS, but I like random pairings as much as canon ships! 

Also super important - I do rp M rated but only with 18+  please understand ;;

Glimpses of my writing from other older PMRP for an idea of my writing level and style! (The second one is dark and slightly graphic please be warned) 

1

Today marks the beginning of summer vacation for high schoolers. Namjoon knows this because when he came to work that morning, there was a sixteen year old sitting in his cubicle with his feet on the desk and playing on his phone. It's sort of funny in one sense because one this is Kim Taehyung, only grandson of the most senior board member in Samsung's board of directors, sitting in Samsung's headquarters, in full view of Samsung employees who knew who he was, playing on an HTC phone. But it's Taehyung, so this is unsurprising. This is probably one of many unsubtle ways of saying that he doesn't want to be there. "I can't entertain you today, Tae," he states as he puts his bag down on the table. "I'm going to be busy." It's rather forward to speak to one of the chaebols like that in their own territory, but Namjoon has long had this privilege, because his father and Taehyung's worked together since the time they'd first took the Hippocratic oath and vowed to do good for people. Hell, he wouldn't even have a high paying job every summer if it weren't for how close they were. "But you can stay here and game if you want, I'm going to be at a board meeting."

2

"You really shouldn't bother yourself with these things," Yeonhee stated, having no qualms about showing her annoyance. "Not even Jungkook needs to be wasting his time with these petty little matters." Jaejoong cracked a small smile at the lawyer who sat beside him. At first glance, there was nothing amiss about the picture. A well groomed young man and woman, dressed in clothes as expensive as one would expect them to be when they were travelling in a Rolls Royce. 

Nothing near the gritty underground of men with unsavory faces and missing fingers that people associated with the Yakuza. She was right, of course. Kim Jaejoong had come a long way from that world. He had situated himself high enough that he was now part of polite society with too much money on their hands to know what to do with, and fake smiles and business deals closed with handshakes at country clubs. He didn't need to get himself involved in the matter of a lowly honeypo t from a rivaling gang attempting to spy on them, a lazy hum would have given the order to wipe him off the face of the earth. But the curiosity couldn't be shaken-- he had to see who it was they saw fit to try and seduce one of his lieutenants. As the car came to a stop and the two descended, his Italian made shoes and her designer stilettos sounding through to the underground private parking lot, a man hastened to open the door to a storage section that was curiously void of anything th at needed to be stored. The first thing he heard was the punch, and sure enough there was Jungkook's form hovering over the one secured to the chair. Feeling no need to acknowledge the bows greeting him, he stepped inside. Fixing the alignment of a silver cufflink on the tailored three piece Valentino suit, he clicked his tongue in feigned admonishment. "Now now, Jungkook," he spoke softly as he always, sarcasm lighting the words, "not the face. The poor thing needs it for his job." 

He did a once over of the man who now had bruises smarting at his jaw.He wasn't by far the prettiest they had in their own control, but it wasn't hard to see the charm-- the dark narrow eyes and thin face, set in such a look of defiance that compelled most of his profession to want to break it. No doubt, he was perfect for the job had he tried a different method-- or another gang that hired men a little less sharp than his own. But right now, he looked deplorable. "Look at you," he murmured, gaze raking over him as he took a few steps forward. He cast the creature a pitying look before glancing at Jungkook. "Have him cleaned up and brought to my office. I have some talking to do with Yeonhee, and then we'll see about this." Nodding to the greetings, he and Yeonhee were on their way to the office, more than a dozen floors above ground.

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