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#JUNGKOOK: ❝thank you for being you❞ [COMPLETED] hyuckzens bts jungkook ff short story kinda crack

Pretty much a fanfiction that's about skz's magic school era.

Bobby and Hanbin are best friends, almost like brothers one could say. One day Hanbin's cousin, Min-ji becomes part of the 'fam' as she is their new roommate. However, Bobby is immediately uncomfortable around her. Only to find out she's mentally ill and takes pills to stay right. Hanbin is way over protective with her. Bobby and Min-ji are two completely different people with different mindsets. From two totally different worlds, but when their worlds collide, what's bound to happen?

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 (𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚) 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒔. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 (𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏)𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍 ------------------------------- 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥. ⚠️𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 ⚠️

「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Hana, a doctor who saves lives, is forced into the arms of Heeseung, a merciless mafia hitman who takes them. When their worlds collide, blood and fate intertwine. Yet fate is cruel, and now she stands in front of him-a beauty in the hands of a beast, a healer trapped with a killer. 」 ══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════ "Do you want to live?" His voice was almost a whisper now, dangerous, loaded with the weight of the question. Hana's throat felt tight, every word a struggle to force out. "I... I do..." she breathed, the words barely escaping her lips. The cold metal against her skin was the only thing she could focus on, and it was the only thing that was keeping her from losing herself completely. But she didn't give in. Not yet. Heeseung didn't move for a long time, his eyes never leaving her face. He didn't lower the gun, but his hand didn't shake, his resolve unwavering. "If you want to live," he murmured, his voice low and almost distant, "then you'll have to prove it to me, doctor." Her pulse raced, but she nodded, her gaze steady. "I'll do whatever it takes." Then, without warning, he moved toward her. His voice, low and velvety, broke the silence, his words cutting through the tension like a blade. "Then marry me."