When Devil Meet An Angel || Kim Jong In ✔

Special Part : Mingyu × Jihyo

This is an extra part for someone (I forgot who it was) that requested a Mingyu × Jihyo fanfic before. This is for you. My apologies since I'm not be able to fulfill your request. Feel free to read my others Song Jihyo fanfic, check it on my profile.

This part won't be edited so beware of the grammatical mistakes and the typing error.

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-Push away

"What do you want?" Mingyu answered on the opposite line.

"Its that time of month, Mingyu. It hurt like hell. Can you please?..." Jihyo was like a kimbap, rolled in her sheets as she held her lower abdomen tight.

"Already?...Fine just wait there." And by that Jihyo ended the call and patiently waited for him to arrive.

As expected, he knows what to do even before Jihyo tell him. What are best friend for, right? These time are the very time he prove how he know her well. But he's talking way too long. Jihyo punched the area repeatedly hoping for the pain to subside but it doesn't. This is why women hate being women—that time of month. You know, when your mood goes all tangled up and pain shoots from the particular area and it feels so uncomfortable and …

"Here. Such a nuisance." Jihyo bedroom door opened wide and he threw the plastic containing pain reliever, sanitary pads and most importantly, hot chick jar. It keeps her in her right state.

"You don't know how it feels. Wait here." Jihyo got up and took the plastic with her to the bathroom.

Having Mingyu as a best friend is quite useful. He runs anywhere just for Jihyo. But of course Jihyo are not after the benefit of having him around with an unknown reason, Jihyo just wanted him there, always.

"Can you get a little bit faster? It's getting late. I need to go home." Jihyo chuckled at the remark. Feeling cleaner and refreshed after doing her ritual. Jihyo pulled the door open.

"Nice try, Gyu. You live right across."

"I told you not to call me that!" The look on his face is precious whenever he's pissed. It never fails to make Jihyo laugh.

"This expression is exactly what I live for." Jihyo squeezed his face between her palms as he looked up at Jihyo, irritated. "Here." Handling him a payment and letting go of his poor face.

"7AM sharp tomorrow. Don't you dare make me wait like earlier." He's still upset because Jihyo overslept this morning. It was an unintentional though.

"So noisy." Jihyo shove up a scoop of spoonful from the Choco jar in his mouth to stop his nagging. "I got it. 7AM sharp." He stood up while trying to chew the Choco. After he did swallowing everything, he turned to Jihyo.

"And you ruin you sheets again." He walked out of Jihyo room to go home as you stared at the blood stained sheets.

"Oh my God, I'm dead."

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Jihyo admit, her Best friend is quite popular and it doesn't actually help in anything. In fact, it only make her life terrible. Opening her locker to find numerous hate messages is just a first to it all. Jihyo picked the little evil notes and crumpled it in her hands before closing her locker and noticing the presence before her who talked soon after.