"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...
In case you were wondering, there is going to be much explicit talk in this book. Like a lot. So, it is, I would say, 18+. I would say a sugar n spice with a bunch of angst included in this whirlpool of words, that is just the general vibe of my books overall too. So, if you're uncomfortable, you are welcome to skip certain parts, but there is a defined use of strong language here throughout.
Also, if you don't believe it, because I don't, but anarchist has been updated :)
Maybe in my next book, I'll actually try and tone the story plots and the angst down, but I have a hobby of self-torture (not literally but-literally)
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9 a.m.
At the Jeons' residence
"Mm, so good." Jisoo groaned as she scarfed down the banana and chocolate pancakes that their personal chef, Roger, had prepared for them. Elle grinned at her, agreeing, as she took her fifth pancake while Theodore sipped his protein shake. And as for Jungkook?
A caffe americano. In other words, an espresso shot that is poured over hot water.
Brutally bitter.
Jisoo thought he was a psychopath for consuming such a bitter drink without batting an eye or having a muscle twitch in his face, she wondered whether he had Botox for there was never any expression on his face. "But then again, you are what you eat," she thought as she took a sip of her smoothie. All that bitterness in him coincided with the flavor of the drink itself. Elle interrupted her thoughts as she cleared her throat and turned to Jisoo.
"Ready to go?"
"Yes, as long as I get there for my 4 p.m. class. And sneak in through the window; otherwise, the Matron will personally bury me alive."
"Definitely not your first time sneaking into classes or skipping them, would it be?" Jungkook raised his cup of the bitter brew, matching the turmoil churning within him as he took a slow, deliberate sip. Jisoo scoffed, looking at the man who adorned Emporio Armani as if it were made for him.
"Skipping classes? Please," she shot back with a smirk. "I can be the top student in my class and still have more fun than you'll ever know. Maybe try it sometime, Dickhead."
Jungkook's eyes narrowed slightly as he leaned in, his voice low and cutting. "Balancing reckless behavior and work? Cute. But some of us don't need distractions to be the best. Try excelling without the shortcuts."
