Make A Wish | PJM

Chapter Twelve

How fucking great.

Jungkook slams the door of his room and lets his backpack slide off of his arm to the ground. He paces around his room while pinching the bridge of his nose.

Yeona likes Jimin.

Jungkook pokes the inside of his cheek. There is absolutely no way he can now get what he wants, now. He had an entire plan planned out in his head on how he can get close to Yeona,

But that plan is now out of the picture.

Continuing to pace around the room, he shakes his head on how he failed to get close with Yeona. I never fail. Never.

Jungkook groans in frustration. He knows that the rest of the boys besides, Namjoon and Jin, don't know. So, how can Jimin possibly be the one being close to Yeona if he doesn't know the wish either?

Jimin fucking likes her.

Groaning once more, he thinks about how selfish Jimin is being; not sharing when he can easily share her with us.

But, Jungkook, he's not a fuckboy like you, who fucks anything that walks.

Not wanting to think about this anymore, Jungkook grabs his phone and dials a number to get his mind off of what's going on. A bootycall is needed, right now.

After the third ring, someone answers.

"Jungkook?"

"I'll be at your house in 5."

And with that, he hangs up and dashes out of the house.

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Taehyung is now at the parking lot of the school. His afternoon classes are now over and is ready to go out and have some fun, like any other teenager.

Because fuck school, right?

The blonde leans on his car and texts Jungkook a message.

Taehyung
Hey kook. You wanna go out and grab some drinks? I know a party we can go to (;

After a minute of the message being sent, his phone dings. Eyebrows raised on how fast he replied, his eyes widen at the message Jungkook sent.

Jungkook
Can't. Busy with a girl rn. By the way, Yeona's wish was to get jimin to notice her. Amazing right? They fucking like each other (: so it's over tae.

Jungkook
Talk to you later.

Taehyung almost drops his phone at the text. Rereading it over and over again, Taehyung exhales deeply, incredulously irritated by the text. He was infatuated by the girls attitude and personality. He wanted a piece of that taste girls rarely have. Feisty with a hint of innocence.

Agitated by the wish, Taehyung looks at his watch. 9:00 pm. A late night fuck wouldn't hurt.

Dialing a number, Taehyung waits for the other side to pick up. After 5 rings, the person's voicemail appears.

"Did she just—"

Groaning in annoyance, he steps inside his car and pulls out of the schools parking lot.

I guess the club will do.

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