Jungkook POV
• The air was fresh and warm. Trees surrounded us, giving us privacy and safety. The grass was green. The sky was cloudy and humble. Jimin sat next to me, on my right, our elbows sometimes bumping each other when he repositioned himself. He wore a mustard yellow shirt, and it complimented his black hair that had sweat dripping from it. Oddly sexy. We had just finished a walk, but maybe that wasn't the reason my heart pounded.
I searched up meme compilation on YouTube and tapped the video on my phone. Jimin leaned against me, just watching.
"You're a natural," I said.
"Meaning?~"
"You're a natural at going sexy and cute at the same time."
He smirked, and flexed his muscles. "You like?"
"I love."
Moments of silence followed, only the sound of the trees waving we were focusing on. I paused the video, and looked at him. Really looked at him. He looked at me, too, and bit his lip, which made me even more full of lust.
"Jimin..."
He leaned in, and our lips touched. We were used to each other, now, so he became more rough in a shorter period of time. My hand travelled away from his face and somewhere that would bring me to hell.
"J-jungkook," he breathed, breaking away from the kiss with a gasp of air.
"Are you ready?~" I asked, satisfied.
The twinkle and beast in the boy's eyes shone heavily. He licked his lips, and his eyelids fell. "Definitely."
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Unknown POV
• I didn't like them together. Never did. I always hid my anger. After what happened that night, I couldn't take it any longer.
How could he be like this? His mother is dead, his father is a rapist. How could he be so happy? It wasn't possible. This Jungkook isn't a cure.
Jungkook was going to pay. He took my love for Jimin, he took everything away from me. All through a social networking site. I had to do the same to him.
And I'm going to make Jimin suffer even more than he already has. •
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