'Hey, would you give me the honour of fucking you?'
When Camilla gets this rather vulgar note, she figures out that it was from one of her close friends.
Her 7 close friends known popularly as BTS.
So, which member of BTS do you think wrote this?
I...
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Damn, I fucked up. I always fuck up. I am Camilla-fucked up- grey.
Why can't I just be true to myself? Whom do I like? I don't even know.
I keep flirting and kissing with almost everyone. And that's wrong. Right?
And I'm pretty sure I like Either Jimin, Jungkook or Taehyung. It's just that with him...
Leave it... It's too much to think about. I've always wanted to forget about it.
'Hey, sexy.' Jimin comes and drags me to his locker.
'What?' I say slightly annoyed.
'Come with me.'
He takes me to the men's washroom, and locks the door.
We were alone.
He makes my back face the wall and he hovers over my body. His finger traces my cheeks, down to my chin , and stops at my neck.
'Umm Jimin.' I hold out my hand.
'You know you want it.'
He was correct.
He says as he buries his face into my neck. He starts sucking on the skin, making me moan.
'Jimin, s-stop.'
'Your moans would beg to differ.'
'Kiss me, Jimin.' My bipolar self says.
His lips crash into mine and his hands go under my shirt. He sucks on my lips, and his hands hold my waist tightly.
'S-Stop it!'
'What?' He gets confused.
'Just don't.'
'I don't know why you have to jeopardise everything good you have. It's like you don't want to be happy.' He unlocks the door and leaves, while I stand in the men's washroom cursing.
I quickly leave before anyone can see me when Hoseok grabs me and takes me to the side.
'What the hell? Were you having sex in there?'
'What? No.'
'I saw Jimin coming out.'
'Yeah, he left the washroom a few seconds back.
'No, he came out... as gay.'
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'That's it! I'm done with these confusions!' I say as I walk to his locker.
'JIMIN!' I push his body against the locker.
'What the fuck?' He says as his breath quickens.
'Are you gay?'
'What?'
'It's a simple question: Are. You. Gay. ?'
'Well...'
'You better tell me right now. Are you fucking gay?' I scream as a group of people encircle us.
'We'll talk later, okay?' His voice lowers down to a whisper.
'You kiss me like a maniac, you do weird things to me, and suddenly you're gay?'
'Can we talk in private?' His eyes widen a little bit, as if telling me to calm down.
'No, Jimin. I'm not getting into a room alone with you! Cause we all know what'll happen, now don't we?'
'Camilla, I'll tell you later.' He whispers.
'No, you tell me right now.' I remain stubborn.
'No, I'll tell you later.' He holds my hand for a split second and then walks away.
