Min Yoongi doesn't want to settle. But neither does the gorgeous and talented chaebol with gifted vocals that keeps getting on his last nerve.
"Say something"
"...something"
This book is (sort of) a sequel to bulletproof girl scouts. You can read it...
There's only three people reading and this is harder to write than BTGS but aren't yall damn glad I'm writing this?
Cuz I sure as hell am.
Look at me, not giving a shit about meager reads and non-existent votes. Don't you think I'm too prideful for someone with a three-seat audience? The amount of recognition I get is zilch.
Ay, you love me.
Here's an update to show that your love will not go unrequited.
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Returning to Korea, we had to disguise ourselves once again. I did a good thing by hiding the pearl necklace Jimin was made to wear initially. It would serve as a pretty noose but I can't get pissed at him if he's dead.
"Honey, did you see my pearls?"
"Check your purse, dear"
"It's not there. Hyung, did you steal them?"
I grunted. "What do I look like?"
"A scornful grandpa"
Jin was not at the dorm when we came back. The first thing I did was throw myself on the sofa and log out of my active hours. Meaning that I would sleep right here for the next five days and no earthquake can make me get up.
"Day after tomorrow", announced Hoseok.
I groaned. That's hardly two days.
Hoseok gave me an incredulous look.
"You do not get to be like that. This is the event of a lifetime"
I groaned again. He scoffed. I'll have to get a new suit for the occasion. A black suit would be too much. Or maybe not. I am a celebrity after all. But nothing too flashy either. I groaned for the third time. I hate dressing up. I hate socializing.
"Chill, hyung. There won't be more than fifty people. And besides, the evening is reserved just for us"
"I'll have to buy a gift"
"And get on Noona's bad side? Please don't"
I sat up. "No gift?"
He shook his head. "She hates wasteful formalities"
Outwardly, I gave a solemn nod and re-transformed into a sack of potatoes. Inwardly, I was grinning from ear to ear. Find yourself a woman like that!
I'll have to give the lucky man a good pat on the back. He did himself good.
The lucky man in question was an ER specialist. Taller than me; no surprise there. But he was taller than Taehyung. I had to crane my neck to look at him. He looked awkward. Like he was constantly searching for a place to put his long ass arms that hung from his sides like loose bolts. He had choppy bangs and tiny eyes. And he slouched. I wouldn't go so far as call him ugly, but for a gorgeous woman like Jung Jiwoo?
