Fuckable Friend || Jikook & Vmin

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"False friendship, like ivy, decays and ruins the walls it embraces; but true friendship gives new life and animation to the object it supports." — Richard Burton.
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Kiko and Jimin, inseparable best friends, embarked on a memorable day at a grand shopping mall, thanks to Kiko's fortunate wealth.

Their date was an extravagant affair, filled with luxury and fun.

They started their day by indulging in retail therapy, exploring high-end boutiques, and indulging in designer fashion, with Kiko generously treating Jimin to his heart's desire.

Their adventure continued as they stepped into the mall's expansive arcade.

Amidst the neon lights and buzzing atmosphere, they embraced their inner kids, challenging each other to games of skill and chance.

With every victory, they celebrated with laughter and high-fives, creating memories that would forever be etched in their hearts.

After winning an array of plush toys from the arcade's claw machines, they decided to capture the joy of the day in Polaroid photos.

The camera's flash illuminated their smiles as they posed with their winnings and each other, immortalizing the joy of their friendship in instant snapshots.

As Kiko and Jimin wrapped up in the luxurious atmosphere of the shopping mall, approached the culmination of their extravagant date, and they found themselves on a pristine rooftop with a grand view of the impending sunset.

Cotton candy in hand, they settled into a cosy spot, their smiles mirroring the hues of the sky as it transformed into shades of orange and pink.

It was at this moment that Kiko, with genuine concern in her eyes, turned to Jimin and softly inquired,

"Jimin, how've you been coping?" Jimin sighed heavily, his voice filled with a heavy burden, "It's not been easy, despite every fucking thing Jungkook has done... well, I still love him."

A tear welled up in his eye, glistening like a crystal under the fading sunlight.

Kiko, feeling a surge of rage, spoke in a soothing voice,

"It's going to be okay, you trust me, right?"

Jimin, his tears held back as he sniffled, nodded with a sincerity that needed no words,

"Yes, I do, and I'll always do. I hate you."

"I hate you" was their secret code, a way to say "I love you."

Kiko, her eyes moist with understanding, echoed the sentiment,

"I hate you too." In that precious moment, amidst the extravagant setting, their friendship was affirmed with a depth that transcended wealth or luxury.

No grand mall, designer fashion, or plush toys could ever replace the connection they shared.

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Jungkook's morning routine was a blend of luxury and anticipation.

The 19-year-old, tall and impressively bulky, was a sight to behold from the moment he awoke.