Mr. Rude| PJM FF

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"Gosh Jimin"  she easily pushed him back.

His eyes were hungry, and he knew and she knew, she was teasing him.

She smirked. His body glitched.

'Her smirk is so hot~' he thought.

He pushed her down on his desk, moulding their lips together— like two broken hearts, completing eachother. Only, this kiss was full of lust and a game of dominance. And guess who was winning? Her.

She had him wrapped around her finger.

"Ah— was I interrupting something?"

Jimin and Y/N pulled apart, creating a wide gap between their heated, flustered bodies. Hearts pounding, shirts ruffled and hair everywhere. Their eyes averted to the voice, belonging to the person sticking their head out from the other side of the door.

"Oh, um. Soniuèr.. She's, well—" Namjoon voice cracked as tears clouded his eyes threatening to fall.

Jimins face drained from its colour.

"Lemme know fam—" Y/n butted in.

"You need to go, it's... it's not safe for you to be here. Leave and just—"

Tears began to roll down Jimins face.

"Never come back, don't ever contact me.. okay?" He looked at her with pleading eyes.

Eyes full of pain and fear. Something she never saw in this man before.

"Why?" She said as she was being pushed to Jimins emergency exit door.

"..don't worry—"

"FUCK SAKE JIMIN"

She huffed in pain and anger. Her eyes were now full of tears and confusion. She was hurt.

"Why push me away when I was falling love with you!?

When I began to feel another type of euphoria??

Was I a fucking game Jimin?" She wiped her tears. Crying wasn't gonna change reality.

He looked at her with sorrowful eyes. Eyes yearning to be free. He was being a bitch and hiding something.

He suddenly kissed her on the lips. It was truly like two hearts piecing together, but in their case— ripping apart. It was full of love and passion, It wasn't lustful or hungry. Sadly, in her heart, it felt like goodbye kiss.

"Goodbye." He slammed the door in her face and slid down the door onto the floor. He quickly slid a piece of paper under the door before his memebers came and comforted him before they all had to greet this, guest.

His cries of anger, sadness and guilt filled the room.

Filled his heart.

"Goodbye love," the letter read. "I knew at some point this person would come and wreck our everything" her heart clenched. "If I had killed myself to leave this hell, I would only leave you— and I don't want that. And sadly, I'll only find myself in actual hell.. so I didn't." She was perplexed with what he wanted to run from. "Promise me that you'll live a good life without me. Know that in your heart, you've detained me. You stole my heart, I admit. I will forever be yours. You rose me from hell into your heavenly arms.

I love you."

—goodbye love, 
                       Park Jimin; a risen demon.

"Park Jimin"

She thought throwing the piece of paper on the side of the road. She walked in rain—reminiscing her first visit to the tattoo shop.

The depressed clouds cryed onto it's tissue:us, as the sky was a dull blue that frowned over us all.

That's exactly what was happening.

"I'll remember him." She let the tears that were waiting to fall, drop.

"My first love"

"now your just somebody that I used to know"

But all that bullcrap was soon in the past.

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