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Mr. Prankster

Mr. Prankster

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"Oh my god!" I shouted when I spilled my drink onto Jungkook's shirt. I could see his six pack through his shirt but that wasn't what I was focused on. I saw his facial expression. He had a smirk on his face. He leaned down to my ear. I could feel his hot breath. "I'll see you after class,"he said smiling. I whispered back, "What makes you think you will?" I asked. He stood upright once again towering over me as he was so much taller than I was. "Oh, I know I will." He said with a smile and walked off. That was how our pranking started off. [You and a boy were pranking each other non stop but he always won you. Throughout this wonderful journey, you found out that he wasn't that mean after all. He was actually cold on the outside but kind and loving on the inside...]
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"What do you think of yourself, huh? The most beautiful human on earth?" Jungkook's voice was laced with a cold, calculated cruelty as he looked Jimin down. Jimin didn't flinch. He met that icy gaze with a fire of his own. "As a matter of fact, I am. Do you have a problem with that?" Jungkook's knuckles whitened as he clenched his fists, his temper simmering just beneath the surface. "Why are you always dressed like that? Roaming around the halls like you're looking for boys to fuck you-" CRACK. The sound of the slap echoed through the sudden, deafening silence of the college campus. Every student froze. "What do you think of yourself?" Jimin's voice was a low, trembling snarl. "You're the one who treats people like disposable toys. You change your girlfriends as often as you change your clothes. Don't you dare talk to me about my choices." He stepped closer, his expression shifting from anger to pure, unadulterated disgust. "Whatever I do is none of your business. Stay away from me-looking at you makes me sick." With a sharp flick of his wrist, Jimin signaled his companions. "Let's go." He turned on his heel, walking away with a defiant, graceful stride that left a trail of stunned whispers in his wake. Jungkook stood frozen, watching the retreating figure until Jimin disappeared around the corner. Then, the silence was broken by a sound that made the nearby students shiver: a low, manic laughter. "Do you really think I'll let you walk away that easily?" he whispered to the empty air, his eyes darkening with a dangerous, obsessive light. "Never. Not in a million lifetimes." His voice dropped to a jagged, crazed mutter. "I will make you mine-by force or by will, I don't care. If I have to steal you from the world, I'll gladly do it." He had finally realized it. He didn't want to chase the "tiny, cute human" anymore. He wanted to own him. And in this game of obsession, Jungkook wasn't planning on playing fair. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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