Mr. Anti Romantic

Double trouble

"Your paying for my $17,229 suit you reckless cunt" He spits from behind you and you freeze in shock. Everyone around you, the audience all gasp in shock.

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"It's all your fault" you mutter loudly, making sure that jerk could hear every single word. He rolls his eyes and harshly loosens his tie. His hair was a mess , so was his outfit. "I can't believe that all this trouble was caused just because I ate the last piece of pizza . . ." He whispers, sitting lazily in his seat. "So, who's going to explain the situation truthfully? Both received scenarios of the fight are completely different, which one of you are lying?" The police officer asks, folding his arms in curiosity.

The fight never ended after he shattered that cup next to you. You took it to the next level, completely forgetting about everything around you. What did you do? Well, you can say that you broke a pretty bad rule. So basically, you were an inch away from stabbing him with the dinner bread knife. Him throwing the wine glass didn't trigger you, it was his unforgivable, disgusting words that caused your inner devil to take over yourself.

"She's lying"
"He's lying"
You both utter in the most unbothered way, at the exact same time.

"She tried to stab me" the jerk spoke loudly and Y/n's eyes widened sharply. "No I did not!" She yells at him, standing up from her seat. Two officers from behind her holds her down back into her seat as she continues to glare at him. Obviously, she was lying. But that's the only way to get away with it. Her tactics always worked.

The officer who was sitting in font of them stood up from his seat while piling the files and informational papers neatly on the desk. Both the jerk and Y/n's eyes follow the officers every movement.

"Would you like to take this to court- . . ." The officer began while scanning the writing in one of the folders. "Mr Jeon Jungkook and Miss Jung Y/n?" The officer continued before Jungkook let out a scoff.

"I don't mind, as long as we get the situation solved—" Jungkook speaks but gets interrupted by Y/n. "I think the fuck not" she spits, glaring at him. "Miss Jung! Watch your language young lady" the officer yells, catching everyone's attention. Rolling her eyes, she ignored the officers words. She turns towards Jungkook and he cocks one of his brows, staring at her in disgust.

"Listen here jerk, this happened all because of your spoilt ass. The problem which was already worse enough would have never ended in this situation if you never called me a reckless cunt" she says and he continues to stay quiet with a monotonous expression. Turning back towards the officer's desk, she places both her feet onto the desk and sits comfortably.

"I suppose you should sit like a lady" Jungkook utters from besides her, she rolls her eyes again.

"The way I sit doesn't determine whether I'm a woman or not. But for you, your definitely an immature boy who hasn't turned into a man just yet" she fires back and he smirks. "What? Do I need a beard to say that I'm a man?" He asks with a sarcastic voice and she rolls her eyes. "A male doesn't need a beard to be determined as a man, you gotta be one" She says. He clicks his tongue in annoyance.

"I swear to god, if you roll your eyes one more time I will make sure you roll them for a better reason" Jungkook says before his lips curve into a satisfied smirk. Y/n who was sitting next to him chokes on her saliva. "What did you say?" She asks in utterly shock.

"I don't repeat my words" he says. "Yeah?! I'll make you repeat your words then" she stands up and grabs his collar, before raising her fist to punch him but the office door flies open and the whole room falls still and silent. "Get your hands off my brother" a manly voice speaks causing her to face towards the door.

The grip on Jungkook's collar loosens as she stands there, frozen. Looking back at Jungkook then at the guy near the door, she rubs her eyes trying to see if she was seeing things.

"I must be seeing things . . ." She whispers to herself, walking towards the door. Stopping right in front of the man who was wearing a grey suit, she looks back at Jungkook. "Is he your clone or what?" She asks, shocked.

The supposed to be clone holds her shoulders and turns her to face him again. "I'm his twin brother. Now would you excuse me, I'd like to deliver him back to where he belongs" he budges past her, colliding his shoulder with her before he grabs his brother by the biceps, pulling him out with him. Jungkook gives her one last glare before disappearing from her sight.

She huffs as she turns towards the officer. "So the situation is solved just like this?! His clone just picked him up, but who's gonna bring me home? Can you book a Uber for me—"

"Your brother Hoseok is picking you up" the officer interrupts before leaving the place. Hearing the name of her brother causes her face to drop. "Great . . . He's gonna beat the fuck out of me for this . . ."

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"I don't have the patience for this! I've been waiting for this damn light to turn green for the past 7 minutes!" Y/n yells frustratedly as she waits for the crosswalk signal to turn green. "I'm gonna be late for the 27th time this term . . ." She says, checking the time on her phone. She looks on both sides and checks for cars. The left side was clear and on the right side, a car was pretty far from the crosswalk so she decided to cross the road.

As she gets to the middle, she notices the black tinted sports car speed up. Eyes widening in fright she starts running but that doesn't beat the speed of that car. Her nerves and body freezes as the car was just metres away from hitting her. It kept turning to where she was standing and just as it was about to hit her, it stopped. The breaks were slammed so hard that the tires burnt with the road, creating grey coloured smoke which smelt like burnt rubber.

Y/n finally got her traumatised self to function. She walks towards the drivers seat and starts knocking on the tinted windows aggressively. "You did that on purpose didn't you?!" She yells as the windows finally roll down.

"Yes, I did. What are you gonna do? Kill me?"

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