Not Another Rom-Com

WARNING: This story contains mature themes such as strong language, traumatic situations, sexual assault, mentions of suicide and self harm, body image issues, and other sensitive content. For ages 18 and above.
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June swerves left. Hard. The blood red '65 Fastback Mustang rattles, as if it would collapse upon all of them at any given second. Tae finds himself cursing under his breath as he clutches the worn-down seat like his last lifeline. Meanwhile, Amelia and Jimin are seated at the back, Jimin at ease, not surprised by June's attempts at basically dying, and Amelia gripping his hand with a firmness that hides her anxiety but gentle, like a warm hug.
Tae: "June, will you freaking stop trying to kill us all?? I think going right is the best way--"
June: "Shut up, I'm trying to concentrate! And we're going left, idiot."
Tae: "Hell no--"
Amelia: "Both of you are insane! June, who even gave you a driving license?"
Jimin: "Okay guys, I think we lost them--"
Jimin sighs in relief, glad to shake off the paparazzi. But unlike most of the time, he's not scared or worried. Hell, he can't be. Not with these guys with him. Not with Amelia's hand in his.
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This is the story of two insane, "we know each other damn well but we won't love each other" enemies(June and Taehyung), and of two "who's going to propose first?" people(Amelia and Jimin), presented to you by Ren, Lily and Violet.