"Jimin-ah?-!!!" she blurts out his name as soon as she walks into his room, only for a stapler to be thrown at her, then a pencil, a computer mouse, a phone. Chaeyoung ducked blindly, the phone missed her face, and hit her shoulder perfectly.
That's definitely going to leave a mark.
"Chaeyoung-ah." his dry voice sounded the room. As she calmly stepped over the clash of tools and room-decor, Jimin's tense body calmed, when she stopped opposite of him, his eyes reflected relief. Chaeyoung lifted her hands to caress Jimin's flushed cheeks.
"Jimin'ah. It's ok now." she whispered, Jimin held her wrists gently, croaking out confused mutters, eyes becoming bigger and throat gulping.
"I don't know, what I did wrong. Did I do something wrong, Chaeyoung-ah?" he spoke with small pauses and breaths to calm himself down. Chaeyoung frowned and shook her head.
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The pictures used in the fanfiction and cover are not mine. They have been licensed under their rightful user. But, unfortunately, I do not have the owner's name or identification due to the platform(Pinterest) I have collected these pictures on. These pictured are rightfully not mine and the original owner's work.
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❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪 𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s6
─ SLOW-burn, flirting, ANGST, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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