I really hate him.
And I am definitely not lying to myself.
I hate him.
And he is definitely not attractive in any way, shape or form.
Park Jimin, the tattoo artist next door, can go fuck himself with a cactus.
Goddamn it.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, incidents, and places either are products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales are completely coincidental.
Copyright © 2015 by sam w.
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Fanfictionbased off the "you own a flower shop and i own a tattoo shop, and they both happen to be next to each other and we pretend to hate each other but hey you're kinda cute" au || hopemin