Dangerous | p.jm ✔️

Prologue

Park Jimin was dangerous. 

You knew this, of course, everyone did. It only took one look at Park Jimin's tousled black hair, tight dark wash jeans, and the smirk he permanently wore on his face to know whoever got involved with Park Jimin would get burned. 

You were naive and believed you would be different from the trail of broken hearts he left behind him. When Jimin started winking at you across the classroom and commenting on the height of your skirt, you thought that he was actually falling in love with you. You thought you have something those other girls didn't.

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The first time he took you for a ride on his motorcycle, you fell in love. Your arms around his waist, your fingertips brushing over the chiseled muscles below his black t-shirt. He'd given you his only helmet, Can't let anything happen to that pretty face of yours. 

His black hair flew freely in the window and yours blew out from underneath the helmet behind you. It was exhilarating to feel as if you were flying except for your arms around his torso and where he connected between your thighs. You took your arms from around him and spread them out behind you, making you feel as if you were a bird. 

The motorcycle stopped. Do you know how stupid that was? You could've fallen off or caused us to crash! He sighed and pulled you into a hug, your cheek smashing into chest, causing the helmet to shift crookedly on your head. Now, come on, let's get those milkshakes.

You parked the motorcycle at a local diner. It was the kind of place you went before you lost your virginity, the kind of place couples went to play footsie with each other underneath the table.

Two cherry milkshakes, Jimin said, drawing out cherry for longer than was necessary.

The waitress rolled her eyes, but wrote down the order. You thought you heard her mumble something under her breath as she walked away, her hips swaying as she walked away. Your cheeks heated as you realized you weren't the only one that noticed, Jimin's eyes glued to her ass. 

You couldn't blame him. She was the one that made Jimin the bad boy he was. She took his virginity back when he was a sophomore and she was a senior. But then she made a mistake, she fell in love. Some say Jimin loved her too, others say he played her. No matter the truth, she was Jimin's first heartbreak.

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At school, Jimin didn't want to hold hands. He allowed you to sit in his lap instead. His arms around you and his hands resting on your thighs, dangerously close...

It didn't take long for one of Jimin's friends to notice you too. You'd caught him sneaking glances at you, Jimin's hands on you, and the way you'd rolled up your skirt to show more leg without breaking the dress code. You shared a class with him without Jimin and he'd walk past your desk to the pencil sharpener with an already perfectly sharp pencil. Jimin, doesn't love you. He's just going to break your heart. 

You pushed him away telling him it wasn't true; Jimin loved you and that you weren't like the other girls. He tried to warn you.

What's wrong? Jimin asked, when he saw you after school that day. You were hesitant to tell him of his friend's warning, he was after all trying to help you, even if he was wrong about Jimin. 

Jimin came to school the next day with a black eye and bruised ribs. He'd never gotten beaten up for one his girls before. Your heart hurt as he winced with nearly every movement. Don't worry about me, love. That guy was a dick and I needed to teach him a lesson.

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You'd finally decided that you were going to sleep with Jimin. He borrowed a truck from a friend and filled the back with as many blankets as he could find. He drove you out to the viewpoint where everyone went to make out. You laid in the truck bed underneath the stars, the night quiet, the only sounds coming from the chirping crickets in the woods across the road. 

You kissed until each other's lips were swollen and his hands roamed places they hadn't before, causing you to feel anxious, but in the best way possible. He chuckled, You really want me that bad, baby girl? You bit your lip, trying to stifle the moan that tried to escape due to his taunts. 

Yes, you managed to breathe out. I want you. He smirked as he reached up your skirt and hooked his fingers through the waistband of your panties. 

Too bad I don't fuck good girls. 

His breath was hot against your ear and you could nearly taste the smirk on his lips. You vision blacked for a moment, as you heard laughter erupting from around the truck. His friends. Did you really think I'd fuck a girl like you?

You fuck everyone else. Your lips tried to form the words, but they didn't come. Instead, you hopped down from the bed of the truck and ran towards the woods. You knew that if you ran far enough you'd make it back to the main city and eventually home. 

You heard someone calling your name an hour or so later, the slow idle of a truck in the distance. You no longer heard his friends. But, you didn't care if Park Jimin apologized until the day he died, you would never forgive him. 

Hot tears fell down your cheeks as you tried to pull your skirt down over the knees, trying not to feel so cold and alone. Eventually, Jimin's calls died out and you walked back towards the city again, making it home early in the morning. Dirt stained your clothes and you could still feel Jimin's hands on your skin and in your hair. 

From that day on, you wanted revenge on Park Jimin. You never talked to him again, even when he stood by your locker, his puppy eyes activated and his thick lips locked in a pout. 

He graduated that year and even as he eyed you sitting with the band, his face sullen. You vowed to get revenge on Park Jimin, no matter how long it took.

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You almost didn't notice him walk into the club with his friends. You were too busy dancing--trying to get over your ex--to really even care about who you were grinding on. But, something caused you to look up just as Park Jimin walked in, the strobe lights reflecting off his skin. Damn, he's still hot. 

You'd waited for this opportunity since you were sixteen. You looked hot, so hot he might not even recognize you. You were thankful you had opted to wear the tight two-piece dress. You were going to give Park Jimin a taste of his own medicine.

You were going to make Park Jimin want you. You were going to get revenge.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the Prologue of Dangerous! This is definitely different from my other books and its incredibly fun to write. Just a quick note, dialogue won't always be in italics, I just did it for the Prologue since it's mostly flashback. I'd love to hear your thoughts, your comments always make my day! <3

I'm warning you now~

-FarFromSuga