Mr. Rude| PJM FF

𝕻𝖆𝖌𝖊 15

"Hello" she said as she greeted her bestfriend, Kim Taehyung.

"So how you been holding up?" He asked playfully.

She rolled her eyes. "Its been 5 years dumbass".

Kim Taehyung, her bestfriend. She bumped into him while walking in the rain, he gave her his jacket and walked towards the tattoo shop. Clichè right?

He hummed deeply in thought. "What should we order?" He said referring to the restaurant menu. "Not sure, whatever you want I'll get." She shrugged. He called over a waitress, flirted with her a little then ordered, but all that while, she was busy on her phone.

"Y/n" she looked up meeting Taehyungs intense gaze from his dark brown eyes.

Yes. Indeed, he was handsome― but not her type, of course. After all the years of her heart yearning for Jimin, it stopped suddenly, when she met another man. Jung Hoseok. One of the worlds top models, oh how he was in the magazines, social media, newspapers― but he did look hella familiar.

He was the man everyone wanted, apart from Taehyung.

Indeed, Taehyung and Hoseok were both the best of friends. They both modelled and were now on their very peak of fame.

"Yes?" I responded.

"Im going to invite a couple more people..some of which who are in the modelling and business industry" he paused staring intently at me. "you mind?" He sipped his wine, still looking at me, with his fierce, bold eyes.

'Hoseoks probably gonna be here..' I thought.

"Of course, you don't mind if I asked my girly to join do you?"

"Do as you please, it won't affect me" he gave me a sarcastic smile.

I muttered under my breath a 'fuck you' and dialled my bestfriend.

"Hey you wanna―" she cut me off. "Send the address and time, I'll be on my way."
I scoffed, "How did you know?"
She replied with a "I know you too well" and hung up.

I looked back up to see Taehyung tapping away on his phone. We waited a little longer before a whole meal and our food came― along with some other people.

"Hello" Taehyung greeted his friends. I bowed in respect, before sitting down. There were 6 of Taehyungs friends in total― and I only knew one.

They all looked extremely familiar.
"So Tae, you told her yet?" The one with the grey hair said referring to me. "I will, just now.." Taehyungs voice rose. I just shrugged off his unnecessary anger, and asked a basic question.
"So what you wanna tell me Tae" I asked placing my hands in my lap.

He sighed, instructing the other men to sit down. Abruptly, my bestfriend came in, waving at me. "Hey Y/N, Tae n Hobi" as she spoke, she eyed the 5 men before her.

"And hello random dudes―" she sat down, after making some shuffling noises; with her things, in the seat next to me, awaiting the continuation of the conversation that was being held before she entered and disrupted the gloomy atmospheric mood.

"Hello, and.. Y/n when I tell you this. Don't be mad." My eyes now cocky and egoistic, layed on Tae.

I hummed for him to continue.

"Remember the tattoo shop you told me about years ago" I nodded, as my eyes now were glazed with curiosity and confusion.

"I actually worked there and.. us 7" he referred to himself and the other boys. "We're actually the boys who used to work around there, and maintain the shop." He explained. "Jimins here" he finally got to the point.

"Fuck I look like? I care bout him? I came here to eat not discuss, but you know, since you fucking ruined it for me, I'll ask some questions". I was beyond pissed, let alone hurt.

"How did you guys end up so famous n shit? Witch craft?" My voice rose in annoyance yet still had strains of sadness.

Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face. "Look Jimin." My eyes scanned everyone one of their faces, since their mouths were covered with masks, and met the eyes of one I used to adore and love.

"You fucked me over, you know that right? I thought you were my first love, but you were just another bitch I thought I 'loved'. Fuck off aight? All of you." I looked at the 7 in their eyes.
"Just know one thing Jimin.

I hate you"

"Lets go" I pulled my bestfriend up, dragging her out of the store without a trace.

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