A bad boy with a miserable reputation.
A good girl with a haunting past.
Yet they are more similar than they think.
So, what happens when a bad boy and a broken girl come colliding?
↳ disclaimer: i wrote this around the age of 12-13 , so it's a li...
"You can do better than this, push yourself." Jimin urged, running beside me.
I grunted, pushing my legs to continue moving on even though the burn was dreadful. Jimin—on the other hand, was running as if he couldn't ever get tired. I envied him.
Sweat poured down my face as I pushed my legs to its' limits. Come on, Y/N. My legs crossed the finish line as Jimin clicked the timer. "You've improved." He smiled.
I placed my hands onto my head, breathing in and out deeply. "Good job today, Y/N." Jimin nodded, throwing me a towel and water bottle as I barely caught them both.
It's been weeks since I've started training with Bangtan. They've pushed me physically and emotionally farther than I ever have before.
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Liked by jeonjungkook, parkjimin, kimnamjoon, and 77 others y/nisbroken Getting stronger everyday jae.eun Looking good, babe! user1 wow 😍 jeonjungkook That's my girl 16 minutes ago
My thumbs immediately stopped scrolling when I spotted the comment.
"That's my girl"
Then my cheeks flamed and I felt instantly shy.
I was interrupted from my blushing session. "Y/N," A voice spoke, I turned around as I see Namjoon come into my view, tossing me a pistol.
I knew what that meant. Namjoon has also been teaching me how to fire a gun. He's told me to only use the skill when needed for emergencies, like how Taehyung did.
We were in the basement, which was mostly used as a shooting range.
I've been going to school as well, doing my homework in study hall so after school, I could just train without distractions. I'm commiting to this.
I didn't want to just give up on studies, but I also didn't want to just live without knowing how to defend myself—knowing that there could be moments where I will need survival skills.
"Damn gun," I hear Namjoon cuss as he tries to fix whatever he broke. I look over to see, that somehow, in someway, he broke his gun.
He broke his gun.
His GUN.
I snorted a little—looking away and aiming my gun towards the paper target. My mind brought me back, as I imagined that paper target to be the man that sliced my neck. I placed my finger on the trigger—BOOM! The sound echoed all throughout as I shot the target.
I was glad I wore headphones, since the sound echoed many more times before my gun clicked, with no bullets left.
By the time I ran out of bullets, Namjoon still fidgeted with his gun—which was obviously still jammed. I shook my head, chuckling.
