Taehyung and Jimin have known each other since they were babies, but instead of being friends, they were enemies. What if fate decides to switch up their relationship?
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So my mom says it was a Sunday morning back when I was just a baby in diapers. She decided to introduce me to her friend's son Jimin while they brought us to daycare because they were both working. As soon as I laid eyes on Jimin, I apparently got super hyped and crawled right over to him, grabbing onto his hair with my tiny fists. Jimin ended up in tears and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get me to let go for a good 15 minutes! The hilarious thing is, I was just happily smiling the whole time.
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Flash forward 17 years......
I was now studying in my third year at Whimoon High School in Korea. Hailing from one of the richest families in Seoul, my morning started with the buzzing of my phone. When I saw it was Jungkook calling, I tried to ignore it and go back to slep, but he kept calling. Irritated, I finally answered, "Hey Jungkook, it's 6 am for ff' sake, can't you let me sleep?"
Jungkook replied, "Hey bro, you should get ready for school soon though."
Tae: "Get to the point, Jungkook."
Junkook: "Alright, cool. There's a new chick in our neighborhood."
I suddenly jolted awake, my interest piqued.
Tae: "Seriously? That's awesome!" I exclaimed, excitement evident in my voice.
Jungkook: "Yep, she's from New Zealand. People are saying she's the hottest chick in Seoul right now. And guess what? She just moved into the mansion in front of your place."
Tae: "Oh my gosh, Jungkook, this is amazing!" I said, flipping my hair in a playful manner.
I quickly changed into joggers and a tank top to show off my muscular physique. Heading outside, I pretended to stretch by the gate, keeping an eye out for the new girl. After a few minutes, she appeared on the balcony, sipping matcha while recording something on her phone - probably for her social media. When she noticed me, she blushed, and I smirked in response. She was stunning, exactly my type - long brown hair, slim body, and a pretty face. Feeling confident, I flexed my muscles, and she blushed even more.
