Usher Me, Asher ➳ PJM [✍]

01: A bad idea

"The world breaks everyone, and afterwards, many are strong at the broken places."
- Ernest Hemingway

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"Please, I'm not going."

Being stuck in a room with fifteen people indirectly calling you a dick was the most frustrating thing that ever happened to him, even more frustrating than being strangled in two times smaller skinny jeans and ending up getting a damn visible boner.

Bang PD, "Jimin, you need rest."

He literally cursed internally at those words of the senior, "Not with this same fuckery duckery again, not after your resting plan makes me a cow getting sold to a butcher. We all know what happens to that cow. Even thinking about it is making me shudder," he muttered under his breath.

His skin itched just by the thought of the horror they were putting him into, "How is that resting?"

Everyone was seated in the room but he didn't dare to. No matter what, he knew, sitting there meant he was down for business and there was no way he was getting down for this. In fact, he felt nauseous, his skin felt as if large insects were crawling up to it. He was trying hard to focus and not show the horror he felt at that thought, at least not in front of so many people.