Jailed | jungkook ‹short› ‹fin›

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Flashes of camera's and lightings of red and blue blinded me as i opened my eyes, it made my eyes hurt as the alcohol still took its effect. My nose was probably still dripping with a red liquid, probably because of the punch of that guy's wife.

"Ms Park Shin Ri can you give us a statement?"
"Are the accusations true?"
"Did you really had sex with a Married Man"

Oh Good Lord. I wanted to answer that, yes, indeed a married man asked me to have a little chat at his hotel room, because surely he's a lonely and untied man.

Damn i just wanted to party, how did i end up getting celled.

Three police officers dragged me all the way to a room with a few more officers. And yep, we went to a pictural, in which im holding a cardboard with my name is beneath the word adultery.

In the name of my smudged mascara and not-anymore fleeked eyebrows. I know, Im screwed.