" 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪."
"𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙩, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙮."
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in which footballer jeon jeongguk despises korea's it-boy, park jimin's guts.
how come when he turns up on his doorstep, begging to hideout in...
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"What the fuck."
If you told Jeongguk this morning that he would have Korea's it-boy Park Jimin sat on his sofa, looking up at him with those wide eyes of his- he would have had an aneurysm.
Hell, if you told him two minutes ago, he would've had an aneurysm.
The footballer blinked slowly, as if blinking would help the image in front of him disappear. He tried it once, twice, even rubbing them a bit only to find out that no, the guy sat on his sofa was very much staying. It helped that he wasn't saying much just yet, letting Jeongguk gather his thoughts and try to form a coherent sentence.
Well, the silence didn't last very long.
The starboy flicked his hair to the side a bit, probably so that he could see more. He then squinted, before his eyes turned into the crescents Jeongguk had seen one too many times for his own good. "Your eyes are so cute, bunny! They're so big and round. Has anyone told you they look like boba pearls? Personally, I love boba. My management tries to stop me but I always run away from them anyways. I think my favourite flavour would b-"
"There is no way this is happening," Jeongguk groaned, hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Why the fuck is Park fucking Jimin in my apartment right now?" he asked miserably to nobody in particular.
And then he clocked that the Park Jimin had kissed him just ten minutes prior. The Park Jimin had kissed him, and he liked it? And he called him bunny? He quickly shook those thoughts out of his head though, remembering back to all the times that the celebrity had managed to indirectly piss him off for days on end.
"You know who I am?" the man below him tilted his head in question.
No fucking shit, he thought, was this guy mentally challenged?
He took a deep inhale, for what seemed like the fiftieth time today, and pulled up a chair from across the living room to sit in-front of the man, distancing them slightly.
"I don't bite," the shorter smirked.
"Well I fucking might."
"For a little bunny, you sure seem to curse a lot."
"Yeah, at least I don't curse out my fans." The remark came out quicker than his mind processed, and he bit his tongue as soon as the words escaped his mouth, but it was too late.
The now not so mystery guy cocked a brow. "So you read about me too, huh?" he grinned, a glint in his eyes. "What next, floor-to-ceiling posters in your bedroom? Where's the cardboard cut-out?"
