treat me nice.

interesting

(jjk pov)

"get the fuck out of my house already whore!" i screamed.

she only whimpered, but then i heard her footsteps going down the stairs.

i walked to my bathroom, turned on the knob to boiling hot, let the hot air invade my empty bathroom, and stared at myself in the mirror. when am i going to stop? when you've had enough. but enough isn't enough until you've found the one. i've tried my hardest to find someone to heal me. but no one realizes this. i'm just jeon jungkook, the fuckboy of seoul institute of arts.
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with a towel wrapped around my waist, i walked to my closet and put on my iconic and casual outfit that i always wear at home. a white t-shirt and black sweatpants. after the shirt, i began to put on my sweatpants, but ended up being surprised by a sudden ping from my phone. i quickly put on my sweatpants, and rushed over to my phone.

congrats, you've just gotten your own sugar baby! here is their basic information;

phone number: xxx-xxx-xxxx
age: 22
gender: boy
location: seoul, south korea
bank info: xxx...
sexuality: gay

i smirked at the last piece of basic information. i decided to text my baby, i can't have one without knowing who they actually are.

jungkook

i'm giving my money to you, correct? i better hear a thank you, or do i personally have to make sure it comes out of you?

guccytae

no need for that, and thank you. there's a possibility i won't be in debt for seoul institute of the arts.

jungkook

you go there?

guccytae

uhh, no. well i gotta blast, i need to feed my ice cubes.

jungkook

so you do go to my school, huh? i wonder if i'll meet you.

this should be fun.

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:)