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❝ I fucked you good then. Didn't I? ❞
Love is a funny word with so many interpretations of its definition. Famous professional writer Park Jimin believed love to be a warm feeling felt within his heart if he was in the arms of someone he t...
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In a classroom at SKFSA, a class full of college students directly stared at the front of the classroom where one male and a female were engrossed deeply in a dialogue. The male was none other than Kim Seokjin, his faded purple-pink highlights recognizable from a mile away. He wore a long sleeved white dress shirt tucked inside black slacks and a pair of Gucci Queercore Brogue leather monk shoes (a fabulous pair). The female was another college girl. She wore a plain violet knitted sweater, a black skirt just five centimeters below her flat bottom, and on her skinny white legs a pair of emerald high heels.
"I really do. I love all of you. Every second that ticks by is one where my love for you grows. Tell me, do you love me like I do or am I just your toy?" the female said, her voice almost sturtering, and low almost like a whisper.
Seokjin's red plump lips parted as he rose his hand to caress the girl's beige hair. "I do love you but, my way. Would you rather lose me forever?" His voice was soft, and expressed a melancholic sadness, the same with his eyes that stared down at the girl. Her cheeks started to redden crimson and she broke the contact of their eyes as she breathed heavily.
"And cut. Miss Im, don't break the eye contact! What kind of actress would just get flustured by this action?" the professor scolded her. She retreated back to her seat in the second row, cheeks flaring red in embarrassment. "Listen class, when you're in the middle of a romantic scene, you must lock your personal emotions away and mask them with the character you're portraying as. Miss Im failed at that. Can someone else volunteer? Oh... Mr. Kim. Would you come over to the front?" Seokjin chuckled as his eyes locked onto a beautiful pair of a mix between dark brown and almond eyes with mono eyelids.
"Yes, Professor." The male student adjusted his Chrome Hearts glasses. He pushed them back before standing up and following the way to the front of the classroom.
The male student wore a seaweed t-shirt, baggy black Fear of God trackpants, and grey Roland jogger sneakers. His posture was straight, and he was very composed, as he moved, everyone could tell his self-esteem was high and he was very conservative with his expressions; at least in front of the whole class and his professor.
Seokjin watched how his student gracely walked up front with his head high and in composed demeanor. The class went quiet in seconds. That was the only student in class that actually seemed to pay attention and had sincere interest in the class. "Okay class, Mr. Kim will continue the lines of Miss Im per the script. Pay close attention." The professor glanced back at the college students whom many seemed to be angry. The girls were hiding the fumes threatening to spill through their ears and then there was the male student, Mr. Kim, his tanned skin glimmered with the ilumination inside the classroom.
