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The Unicorn Lover Loves Men Now

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Y/n

Y/n missed VidCon already.

Two days after VidCon, Y/n giggled and rolled back and forth in bed, her phone open with the brightness too high despite her lights all shut off thanks to it being night. Seulgi wasn't there, which gave her the melody of silence. It was interrupted by her laughs and body movements, though. If Seulgi were there, she'd call Y/n the biggest simp on the planet, and for once, Y/n would accept the title. It wasn't like she was helping her case by grinning at her chats between her and Jimin.

No, Jimin hadn't texted her in the past hour, but Y/n scrolled through all their last chats anyway. All the sweet messages he had sent had her kicking her feet as she had done a million times since meeting him. She could hear Seulgi scolding her in her mind, but she chose to ignore it to instead stare at her phone screen, adoring the way Jimin spoke with her.

Jimin was undeniably hilarious, but he was gentle, too, and that showed in the past few texts he had sent her since VidCon. She couldn't stop reading them.

Dior's Fat-Assed Prince: Did you get home okay?

Dior's Fat-Assed Prince: Do you like In-N-Out? I'm buying some, do you want any? I'll send you some.

Dior's Fat-Assed Prince: Did you hydrate today?

Dior's Fat-Assed Prince: Make sure you eat. Don't worry about the calories, okay? Food makes you happy, and I wanna see that smile.

What made her happier than food was the fact that Jimin texted in proper English. There was something about that that was attractive. He used the correct there their and they're, and the way he said you instead of u had her grinning. Okay, maybe that made her sound pathetic, but she didn't care. She appreciated the small things. That was why she liked Jimin so much.

Ba-dum, tsssssh

Okay, okay, bad joke considering she was worshipping the dude a few moments ago, but it was true. Jimin had short rage, and she'd take any opportunity she could to provoke that, even if his Taekwondo training could knock her on her ass any day. She was a gamer, not a fighter. The fighting she did was in-game only, and she didn't even play those genres. Minecraft was superior, in her humble opinion.

Y/n had went from a unicorn lover to a men lover. Not just "men," though: Park Jimin. She adored Park Jimin to the point where she opened the keyboard. Despite how they had said goodnight to each other, Y/n couldn't resist. She had to message him again as if it was the last thing she could do.

Me: Can we see each other more often?

She threw her phone to the other side of the room after hitting send. A yelp sounded off, and she slapped a hand over her mouth to mask it. Her father was sleeping, and the walls were thin enough that she could always hear him laughing downstairs whenever he was watching television. It probably didn't make sense to have thin walls and also be a content creator, but Y/n was never one for soundproofing and all that fancy stuff. She much preferred her simple setup, and her fans felt the same.

After a minute, her phone buzzed, and her father didn't break down her room door like Big Bird, so she assumed she was in the clear. Not wanting to keep Jimin waiting, she crawled on the floor, scooped up her phone, and pressed her back against the wall while slouching in her sitting position. One new text appeared. She opened it, and the message had her jaw dropping.

Dior's Fat-Assed Prince: Duh. Tomorrow, meet me at The Grove. Let's vlog together.

The Grove? What the frick frack was that? She had to Google it to see, and it was an outdoor shopping outlet. Not only that, but it was a luxury one, too. Of course Dior was one of the stores there. Of course. Y/n wondered if Jimin could physically handle going to a mall or outlet that didn't have Dior there. The answer was likely no, so she snorted to herself before replying to the text.

Me: A fancy smancy place? What's the occasion?

Right as she went to get up and retreat to her comfy bed, Jimin replied. He replied so quickly that she slipped on her way up and went crashing back down with a groan. Y/n wasn't "clumsy" (at least not in the same way Jimin was), but she was easily surprised, which led to her falling more than she should.

Or maybe she was just clumsy.

Dior's Fat-Assed Prince: Do I need an occasion to spend time with the most beautiful girl in the world?

Me: I threw up in my mouth.

Dior's Fat-Assed Prince: Well fuck you too

Dior's Fat-Assed Prince: At least maybe your breath will smell better now

She laughed more than she cared to admit, slumping over in bed and smiling at the texts he sent. She knew he was jesting and wasn't angry at her, but that made it funnier. If she focused hard enough, she could imagine his pout and fake anger. That glare he had whenever he tried to look intimidating. It had her giggling and, once again, kicking her feet. If she had a dollar for every time she kicked her feet since she had met Jimin, she'd be able to retire. And that was without factoring in all the money she made from YouTube.

Me: I guess you'll find out tomorrow, my prince. Goodnight, I'm sleeping for real this time.

Dior's Fat-Assed Prince: Without me? At least dream of me.

Me: You wish.

Dior's Fat-Assed Prince: Worth a try.

Dior's Fat-Assed Prince: Goodnight, beautiful. Drink some water before bed, okay?

Me: I will. Goodnight!

He reacted to her message with a red heart, and she squealed and couldn't stop staring at it. A red heart. Not an orange, not a green, not a purple—red. Shit, she was in deep, wasn't she? She was going to fall in love with Dior's fat-assed prince. But, for some reason, that didn't scare her.

For some reason, that made her giddier than ever.

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