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"False hopes are like mirages in the desert — they shimmer with promise but vanish upon closer inspection, leaving you thirstier than before."
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"Fuckable friend"
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Jimin strolled through the quiet, moonlit street, attempting to study and escape the turmoil that had been plaguing him.
However, finding happiness seemed elusive.
With each step, he felt a heavy weight on his chest.
Frustration built up, and he kicked a stone, the act somehow lightening his burden.
Picking up another stone, he threw it into the nearby river, a continuous release of tension.
He couldn't help but scream, "I hate you, Jeon Jungkook!" Climbing off the railing, he felt a newfound sense of liberation coursing through him.
This wasn't who he used to be – a fragile, overly sensitive pushover.
It was all because of that bastard, Jeon Jungkook.
Jimin now felt ashamed of the person he had become.
No more tears, no more pain.
He was determined to enjoy his life, and maybe, just maybe, Jungkook would realize his worth and apologize.
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The following morning, Jimin woke up feeling liberated.
He yearned to dedicate his time to himself.
After dressing, he put on his black headphones, grabbed his wallet, and left his house.
On his way to the store, he hummed contentedly, finding solace in both silence and the music he cherished, "Still With You."
Inside the store, his gaze met Yoongi, who was surrounded by friends and appeared to be slightly limping.
Jimin's heart skipped a beat as their eyes locked, but he didn't avert his gaze this time.
One of Yoongi's friends remarked, "Isn't that ugly duckling? How dare he not even greet us!"
About to drag Jimin back, Yoongi intervened, saying with a simple yet significant word, "Let him be."
Jimin had heard those words, he sight as they signalled a possible end to his childhood traumas.
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As the day unfolded, Jimin's solo adventure continued to bring him moments of pure bliss.
He stumbled upon a quaint, hidden cafe nestled amidst the trees, where he savoured a steaming cup of his favourite coffee.
With a journal and pen in hand, he began to jot down his thoughts and feelings, finding catharsis in putting his emotions onto paper.
The soothing ambience of the cafe, coupled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, created a cosy atmosphere that felt like a warm hug.
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Later in the day, he wandered into a local art gallery, losing himself in the vivid strokes and captivating stories behind each painting.
Jimin marvelled at how art could convey such complex emotions without the need for words.
It was a reminder that beauty could be found in the most unexpected places.
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Fuckable Friend || Jikook & Vmin
Fanfiction❝I have an idea we could be friends with benefits❞ . . . . ❝You mean Fuck buddies❞ . . . . Jimin and Jungkook, once rivals, succumbed to the allure of a sexual relationship, a dangerous path paved with the denial of their true feelings. In the w...
