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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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January 28 of 2019.
In the hallways of SKFSA university, Park Jimin along with Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung walked down in direction of Kim Seokjin's classroom, their attires screamed 'We're fucking famous, bitches'.
Jimin's clothing consisted of a black Saint Laurent tee, black slacks, a pair of black Gucci laced up boots and a burgundy colored beanie while he held a styled blue jacket wrapped around his waist. His fringe was parted in the middle of his forehead and the pair of black sunglasses he wore rested on the tip of his nose.
"Your fangirls are wild," he muttered to Taehyung and Jungkook, whose expressions were smug.
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"I only have eyes for you Jimin-ssi. Don't forget that."
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Jungkook's rosy lips shimmered with their wetness and their color stood out with the wine red sweater he wore. His silver piercings decorated his ears giving him the audacity to continue overstepping his bounds as a bias wrecker to some of the girls that watched from afar.
"Just because I'm okay with both of you dating," Taehyung whispered dating. "—does not mean I want to watch you flirt all day." He rolled his eyes and combed his silk brown locks back to let them messily cover his forehead as he exhaled a breath inside the white mask covering his face from half an inch below his eyes to a little below his chin.
