Playboy or Not? |m.yg [under editing]

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I opened the door, my eyes widening at the painful sight. "What happened Jimin?" I gasped, inspecting the little scrapes cutting into the skin of his face. The dark bruises under his eyes and the fingerprints on his wrist.

"Did you-GET RAPED?!"

"What the fuck?! I got into a fight" Jimin scoffed, his scraped lip curving up into a small smile. My teaser smile dropped down and I pulled him further into the house. "You have to get treated"

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"Do you feel any better?" I asked, pulling out my chair beside Jimin. "Yea, thanks" he smiled. "You even had bruises and scrapes under your shirt. Your such a clumsy bitch" I teased, hitting his arm repeatedly. "I bet you liked looking at my tasty chocolate abs too" he bit his lips, winking his small eye. "You bet I did" I pushed his chest, pushing his moving figure away from me.

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|Yoongi pov|

"You bet I did"

My fist tightened, my mind squeezed. "Oppa! Is your eye okay?" Linda popped in front of my view from Y/N. "ah, yes thanks for helping me yesterday" I smiled, moving my chair a bit back to see Y/N.

"Your welcome" she cheered, blocking my view again.