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{☾☥ ‘𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺... ‘ [ ѕeveɴ deαdly ѕιɴѕ ѕerιeѕ 1/7 ] ✩☆✩ Gold adorned Jihoon’s body. Jihoon was a selfish man — a lonely, reserved man, living in a world where money meant everything, fuelled his drive. Being immortal left him lifetimes to live, but in actuality, he was not the oldest sin, nor the youngest — more like the middle. A slight frown seemed permanently etched into his features, a hard man to crack. He hadn’t been expecting you. ‘___?’ Jihoon said, his brows pinching together — ps. you can be anyone, another sin, spouse, lover, whatever.