'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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"Jimin, can you fucking stop with the games, and just tell me who it is!" I start to get angry.
"Huh... I don't know." He replies lamely.
"Come on!" I bang my hands on the table in frustration.
"Stop banging your hands on the table..." Jimin says, rolling his eyes to which I reply with mediocre mimicry.
"Bang me instead." He smirks.
... This kid.
"Awwww... shut the fuck up and tell me." I fake-smile at him.
"Wow, you're rude."
"No, it's just you've been stalling since such a long time and it's time for you to give me a concrete answer!" I half-scream.
"I did give you a concrete answer." Jimin avoids eye contact with me.
"Well, I think I deserve to know the name." I shrug my shoulders.
"You probably do. But I just feel like I'm breaking someone's trust by telling you."
"Maybe, you are. But at this point, I don't care. Cause you guys have stretched it so far that I think it's time. And I can't keep convincing you, Jimin. If you're not going to tell I'm just going to leave. I'm sorry." I start to get up.
"Sit down. Stop." He says.
"Bye." I shrug and leave the table.
"Cam! Come on, I'm sorry!" He comes after me.
"No, you're not. You just keep stalling and I feel like a useless hoe waiting for an answer."
I walk outside of the café. It was still raining and my already damp clothes started getting drenched. The boy behind me was getting drenched too.
"Camilla, what do you want me to say?" He asks hopelessly.
"I just want you to tell me the truth, Jimin."
"Stop walking!" He catches up to me and pulls me in a warm and wet hug.
"I'm sorry." He whispers in my ear.
"I know you are."
"To be honest, I wish I had actually written the note, cause I really wouldn't mind banging you."
"Okay... I'm going now." I start to pull out from the hug.
"No. I'll tell you who it was." Jimin looks at me, droplets of rain flowing down his face.
"Tell me." I say, barely in a whisper.
"It's your best friend." He says.
"That's not helping, I have got 7 best friends." I shrug.
