"Why do you always share every fucking thing between us with Jimin?" he roared, glaring at her. "There is no us, do you get it?" She said in loud voice. "Stop playing games, Y/N!" Jungkook exclaimed, his fingertips digging into her arms, leaving a burning sensation on her skin. "Stop toying with my mind, with my heart." "I want to focus on my career, and you're ruining that. I want to pursue my dreams, not be consumed by thoughts of you," he hissed, his face dangerously close to hers. "Well, that makes two of us," she retorted, hissing at him as she pushed him away. Her eyes were red from the pain. -- What if a middle-class girl suddenly becomes the stylist for the hottest boyband in the world? Started: September 4, 2023 18+. Contains mature themes such as sexual content and very sensitive topics that may trigger some people. Please do not read if that makes you feel uncomfortable. This is a fan-fiction, purpose that all incidents and occasions in this are all imaginary and all are of my imagination. Any resemblance to substantial life events and species, living or dead, are all purely coincidence.
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