ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ғɪᴠᴇ

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ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ғɪᴠᴇ | "ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ"

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ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ғɪᴠᴇ | "ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ"

Back to the present time...

-You-
"It also says that best friends shouldn't be in love, but maybe it's time to break the rules a little bit. So fuck the status quo, I'll love you even if it's wrong," Namjoon says, leaning in and smashing his lips on top of mine. I try to push him off of me, but a growl of warning stops me from doing so. So, I just let him continue to kiss me, whimpering when I felt him bite my bottom lip, drawing a bit of blood. "Namjoon, please," I beg quietly. "You're hurting me."

That's all it takes to get him to let go, and reluctantly, he does. I avoid his eyeline, embarrassed, licking the blood off of my bottom lip. "Sorry," He mumbles, stealing another peck when I'm not looking.

"Did you really have to do that?" I ask, annoyed, running my finger over my lips.

He smirks. "I said sorry already. I can't help it if your lips have the most divine taste in the world."

"You're cringy."

"And you're in denial. Come on, you don't have to be so good all the time Y/n." Namjoon smirks yet again, taunting me.

"So says Satan." I scoffed, making his signature appalled look reappear, not helping my own case.

"Darling, I'm an angel if you've ever seen one, not only because I have an innocent seduction, but because I'm just a sweetheart," Namjoon says. "A sweetheart like you."

"Innocent seduction my ass," I counter, "You're as demonic and monstrous as they come." I hiss, pushing Namjoon away from me. "Stop rubbing your demonic germs all over me, or I'm gonna rip your tonsils out." I threaten, and Namjoon laughs, patting my shoulder.

"Sure you will, angel. Sure."

I growl (or try to), "Don't test me, you little demon, I have no problem doing it."

He laughs again, he really doesn't take me seriously? Why does no one take me seriously? I am a lot meaner than I look. I will verbally obliterate your ass if I want to. What doesn't he understand about that?

"Are we really going to have this argument again? We made a deal. A deal you'll never let me forget." He mumbles the last part, but I still hear him.

"I heard that!"

"You have surprisingly good hearing for someone with terrible memory." He comments, and now I'm just pissed.

My eyes widen in anger. "Thanks for the backhanded compliment; asshole!" I say angrily, "You manipulative fuck!"

He smirks. "You love it."

"No! I hate it! And ugh, I hate you! You're so annoying."

"Done yet? Need to get it all out of your system?" He laughs, and I can't handle being belittled anymore, so I go straight for the taking, something that'll hurt more than his pride: his very enlarged ego.

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