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hey guys, I made Namjoon 18 in this fanfic and a senior too just so it can fit the plot a little better. hope you enjoy. i also don't remember if i incorporated Hobi in this story lmao.
sorry for grammar mistakes
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"Hey, hey." Jungkook appears suddenly beside the two men who clearly want to rip each other apart. He worms his hands in between their bodies and pushes each of them back lightly, eyes lingering on Jimin's for a second who isn't even blinking when we stared at Jaemin. "We're cool." Jungkook says calmly, "We're cool."
He taps Jimin and gets his attention before they both look at Jaemin and then at me. My heart races and I know it's definitely to get the fuck out here.
This is their turf, rich people turf, and I damn sure know Jaemin will not be winning any fights as long as we're here. I don't know if working here anymore is the best option for me. It seems like shit follows me everywhere I go and right now I can't deal with it here.
"We're cool." I say in confirmation despite how I feel inside because deep down I know we aren't. This isn't going to go away and from the look in Jaemin and Jimin's eyes, it tells me this is not over. Not by a long shot. "Right Jaemin? Everything is fine."
Jaemin finally tears his eyes away from Jimin and looks at me, giving me a humorless laugh.
"Yeah. I'm bout ready to go." He storms off without me, jaw still clenched and eyes narrowed. I sigh and plan to follow after him but the tug on my wrist whirls me back around and forcing me to face the three menacing people I know even if I fuck one of them on occassion.
No smile, no threat, just cold eyes. I seem to be getting a lot of those nowadays.
"Y/n." Jimin starts but falters, his hand going down with him. He frowns and rolls his thick lips into his mouth, eyes hardening when he sees my furrowed eyebrows and straight-lipped look.
I hope he can feel the uneasiness I'm feeling, the anxiousness just being around the two people I hate the most in the world. I wonder if he knows what they've done to me, what they still are doing to me. I think about the video and if Jimin knows about it, if he's seen it.
"I have to go." I don't wait for a reply and immediately walk off.
The rest of the day goes by rather smoothly than I was expecting and pretty soon, by nightfall, I'm waiting outside for Soy. Apparently, there's a family gathering going on tonight and staff members must leave around 8pm.
Soy shows up with a huge grin on her face as she waltzes to the car, a little pep in her step.
In her hands, she holds two thick, golden envelopes, waving them back and forth in the air while shaking her hips. I laugh lightly, letting myself lean further back against the hood of the car and running my fingers through my hair, combing out all the rough knots.
