Park Jimin doesn't fuck good girls.
He made that clear when he humiliated you when you were sixteen. Since then, you've sworn to get revenge on Park Jimin one day.
Now, you're both in college. You're no longer a good girl and Park Jimin just walke...
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A/N: I have the familiar headache I often do when I write for a long period of time. I also have the familiar bittersweet hole in my heart as I finish another fic. This one is the last of three that I started in the Winter/Spring of 2018. Soon after I started this fic I got a concussion and was forced to delay the first (or second? I don't remember) chapter. I planned much of it when concussed when there was nothing else I could do but stare up at my ceiling.
This book has brought me many readers. I am thankful that you all have continued to be patient with my sporadic updates and I hope this chapter is the ending to this perilous journey we have found ourselves on the past two and a half years.
Thank you for reading. For those in the US, I hope you enjoy your Thanksgiving and are able to celebrate as socially distanced and safely as possible.
Stay Safe.
Alyce
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The world stood still. You pulled the covers back on your bed, opened every cupboard, pulled all the clothes from your dresser drawers. Jackson was not in your apartment.
Cursing to yourself, tears pricked out from the corners of your eyes. If you hadn't been so focused on the plan, so determined to make Jimin hate you once and for all, maybe you would've noticed the little kitten slipping out the door.
When your head stopped buzzing like an attacked beehive, you found yourself on the floor of your bedroom, surrounded by your clothes and shoes. Grabbing the nearest pair of sneakers, you put them on and threw on a jacket.
It was beginning to get dark, twilight starting to settle in across the city. Panic rose in you once again, Jackson could be nearly anywhere by now. Found by a friendly passerby, in an alleyway like where you found him, or worse, hit by a car or chased by stray dogs.
The fear of what you would find caused your arm to go limp when you grabbed the doorknob, legs frozen to the floor.
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Jimin managed to get out of bed and make himself dinner. His mind full of you. He couldn't forget the way you felt underneath him, the sound of your hitched breaths, and quiet curses.
You were beautiful and his head hurt from the way you'd left. He should've expected this. And really, he deserved it. His biggest mistake was letting you go, tricking you, and humiliating you.
He realized it before you came back into his life that night at the club. Jimin realized it almost immediately. Watching you run off into the woods, seeing the realization and hurt cross your face nearly simultaneously.
