Exbadboy storie

"What were you thinking Jisung?" Minho roared, causing the younger male to jump slightly. "I...I don't know. I d-don't think I was thinking. I..." Jisung cut his own sentence off shortly, a hiccup following the tangled mess of words. He began to sob, his frame shaking under the heavy atmosphere filling the interior of the car. "Calm down." Minho said sternly, as Jisung continued to sob and hiccup. "For the love of Christ, Jisung-" Minho began, but stopped when he saw Jisung's glossy, tear filled eyes looking up at him. His eyes were full of regret and fear, tears falling down his cheeks. "Ah, shit." Minho sighed loudly, running his fingers through his hair. "You can't go home like this, can you?" He asked, and Jisung shook his head and as he let out a quiet sound of distress. ------------- Minho prefers to be alone. Other than a tightly knit group of friends, he'd rather be by himself. Until Jisung comes back from his study trip abroad and finds himself stuck in a new group of friends like glue.

I didn't know what I was doing when I wrote this, it's ultimately my first attempt at a story. So proceed at your own risk :) ---- He is cursed, he's invisible for life. He's done something wrong, and he upsetted the wrong person. He wishes he could be visible again. She is bullied a lot. Yet she walks around with a smile on her face. She's too nice for her own good and always forgives everyone no matter how bad they treat her. Wishing no one could see her, could bully her, torment her. Inside she wishes she was invisible. He wants to be visible. She wants to be invisible. Can these two people find each other and help each other? Read to find out. Credits to @13walkingdict for the cover ❤️

A/N: At first this was going to be a story where the bad boy falls for the broken good girl but I'm not doing that anymore now I'm just writing what comes out of my mind and heart. Now it's about both Jack and Ian falling in love with Gemma but in two different ways: a brotherly love and an unconditional love. Gemma- 17, long, thick, curly, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, long legs, volleyball butt, a little over average sized boobs, 5'7", light golden skin, freckles. Sarcastic, funny, shy, brave, proud, daring, country, sensitive. She acts tough and calm on the outside, but she is a mess on the inside. She is a fighter. She can't talk to guys without stuttering or shutting down (aka immediately stops talking) her bestfriend is Alia (ah-lee-ah). Jack- 20, longish dirty blonde hair that was shorter on the sides, blueish-green eyes lean muscular legs, firm butt, big biceps, rock abs and a killer v-line. 6'2" tan skin, freckles on his torso, stubble on his face. Demanding, was a bad boy, seductive, sexy, sarcastic, player. He always gets what he wants no matter what. Ian- 17, longish black hair that was shorter on the sides, mesmerizing brown eyes, lean muscular legs, firm butt, medium biceps, light outline abs and a slight v-line. 6'0" light golden skin, nice jawline. Caring, brave, considerate, sensitive, thoughtful, selfless. He is always to help.

A lost girl, finds a boy with his own darkness and they bond. Slowly starting to mend each other's wounds, and grown into a nice , less lonely future. ~ "Why do you do that?" I look back at him, furrowing my eyebrows. "Do what princess?" He says with a grin growing on his face. "Deflect." I sigh. Why can't he just be open? "Every time we talk you somehow always make it about me. I think you're scared, and you think that people won't understand you if you actually open up to them." I look down at my hands twirling with my thumbs. "You're good at this, ever considered being a therapist yourself?" He says with a chuckle. "You just did it again." I say, looking back up at him. "What's your name?" I squint my eyes questioningly. "I don't know. If I told you I'd miss out on all the amazing nicknames you come up with for me." He smiles. I don't return one and just look at him, frustrated.