"To entice a bitch like him, I have a rule: give him one soft kiss softly, tease him, and then get him the hell off me," Jisoo remarked.
"Except he knows how to play the game too-then "he's" fucking up your headboard till you're on the bed screaming...
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J U N G K O O K
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This is one of my short story ideas, and I hope to continue it as a series of stories to be published but let's see
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M A N H A T T A N
"Sperm donor..." Jisoo mumbled under her breath as Mr. Roberts grinned at her, raising his cigar as her face contorted from the smell of the smoke. His suave and charming personality did little to faze her as he leaned back in his leather chair, a slick smile plastered on his face. "Jisoo, you're making a wonderful decision," he cooed, his voice dripping with practiced warmth. "Imagine, a future filled with laughter, little feet pattering around, and a family of your own."
Jisoo Kim, a determined woman still in her twenties, eyed him skeptically. She'd heard the sales pitch before, but this time, it felt different. Perhaps it was the way his eyes sparkled a little too brightly or the way he kept smoothing down his tie.
"Yeah, a family," she muttered, trying to picture it. She had come here for a simple sperm donor, a chance to finally have a child.
"Our clinic has helped thousands of families achieve their dreams," he boasted, his eyes twinkling with clearly-practiced sincerity. "With our advanced technology and dedicated staff, we ensure that every step of the process is handled with the greatest care and precision. You are in the best hands here."
"I hope so..."
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Jungkook sat back comfortably, his hair slicked back as he listened, uninterested in his buttering. A powerful man of great power, and looks, he had never shown an interest in romantic entanglements, but, he had decided he wanted a baby, a legacy of his own, untainted by the messy complications of relationships.
Mr. Roberts, the clinic's bumbling assistant, fumbled with the presentation slides, earning a few polite chuckles from the audience. Jungkook's gaze remained icy as he listened. "And, um, our donor program is, er, top-notch," Mr. Roberts stammered, "with, uh, the most stringent screening processes."
He barely registered the nervous man's words. His mind was already set. He wanted a child, and he would get one, no matter what it took.
Little did either of them know that this wild decision was about to spiral into something far beyond control.
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Vas happenin?
A little short story of mine, unlike Anarchist, but this is one of the few story ideas I hope to continue, and you can always expect plot twists, eh?
