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NEW! i knew you were such a little slut...
NEW! you're fucking crazy but I'd still fuck that little a...
NEW! rest, you went through the entire college's bed, sneaky b...
NEW! poor Ser, don't worry if you suck my...
Kai: stop acting like a victim, Ser, you're fucking annoying...
Her dark hair hung off the bed like deep roots of a tree growing on the floor of her room.
"The number you've called is not available, please leave a message."
After every failed call, the blurry image of sparkling flames coiling around her wrist would enchant her for mere moments before hearing the bot at the end of the line.
"This is not fair. Are you still living here? Or did you abandon me again?" Madness plucked on her plump lips. "I don't wanna be here... get me out. Please don't leave me here alone, Pa," she begged quietly, tears slipping on her rosy cheeks finally rinsing her sight. In spite of her sober words, a frown crowned her pale face with each desperate motion of her hand; no bruises or blood, no fire around.
"Where is it?!" she gasped, straightening her back.
Through the broken glass and the tube of pills spilled on the rug, the Chairman's daughter made her way to the vanity, didn't breathe till she held the mini box of matches, didn't blink till her knees touched the soft sheets of her bedding again. It was too late to close her eyes, abusing the Ambien prescribed for her nightmares sounded like less pain over sleeping with a heavy heart tonight.
Ser set the matchstick on fire and held it on the side of her palm, waiting for a sparkle in the stillness. She wished the red patch forming on her skin would speed up as her head tilted to the side, glaring at the chiming cellphone.
jusky has sent you a message!
jusky
Whether I live or die, my life depends on you right now. Where did you take this picture?
It took a heartbeat to read the word die. Mindlessly, she hurled the matchstick somewhere behind and reached her hand out. Looking at that picture of herself then through her memories, the soulless expression and the cars caught in the frame reminded her how much she detested those gatherings.
Ser examined the unfamiliar username on the screen, clutched her dress in her fist as she contemplated her answer.
serenade.me
I've never killed someone before. It's too much pressure.
jusky
That's hot. Then give me the address for that place
and I take that pressure off your shoulders
"Off my shoulders?" A barely whisper left her mouth. No boy ever proposed to ease her life, not even with a lie of love, on the other hand, a proposal like that couldn't come out of nowhere. Her siren eyes darkened, heart ticking in her chest like a bomb, blurring the sound of the arson turning her silky pillows into ashes.
serenade.me
Would you kill for me?
jusky
Are we role playing already? What happened to "what's your favourite color"
serenade.me
Answer my question
jusky
That's too bratty for someone who looks like the sweetest girl in school
serenade.me
Like innocent? Pure? Always listening and never having a choice?
Always being the favorite toy? Is that how I look?
jusky
Slow down.
You started as a crazy, rich woman looking for a hitman.
Let's stick to that. I'm not into student-teacher stuff.
serenade.me
But why do I always have to be crazy?
jusky
Makes you look powerful.
Now, about that place from your pic, is it in NY? It doesn't look familiar
Makes you look powerful. Unconsciously, a faint smile fought the shadows across her face. Powerful, strong, were not compliments she ever heard from boys, from people. By the time her fingernails were hitting the screen, the fire she craved to see coiled around the wooden posts of the bed, dressing up the white see through drapes.
Her gaze remained low while strolling around the room, giggles as delicate as a bird's chirping escaping her mouth.
She then left out a cough.
And another one. And one more.
Regardless of never paying attention to the hell inside, one of her hands clutched the golden doorknob, pushing the patio door open and stepping into the yard; finding rest on the fresh-cut grass, closer to the dead roses and water fountain. "What if I give you my phone number?" rolled out of her tongue impatiently, fighting to not let any creases on her forehead when the sizzling in the garden echoed louder than the droplets in the fountain.
jusky
Look, baby, I'm really in a rush, and I need the address.
serenade.me
It's Ser, not baby.
You said being crazy makes me look powerful, but no one is scared of me.
I want them to be scared and never be mean to me again.
Head high, lips glued back into a straight line, Ser looked over her shoulder with the last ounce of light in her orbits, reminiscing about the same stubborn, ample fire of the candles on her cake, how the Chairman used to put on every single one of them when she was a child.
"Seramie! Dear God, get up, Ser!" A frantic woman's voice shook the ground. Her knees were too sore to keep up a decent pace, her chest falling and rising too fast.
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I don't know if it's a good idea...
I'm rewriting texting jimin I guess...
Can't publish the old one, it has too many triggering scenes and will be taken down
Also, this one will be slightly different, it has a plot I guess, there wasn't much going on in the first one
Well, welcome back here, we're starting everything from zero
If you're new, tho I don't know if there are still people reading on this app;
don't get your head to understand the lore, I'm creating a new one
If you're a re-reader, well, hi... It's kind of awkward but since BTS came back, all my admiration for Jimin has grown bigger and I remembered that summer I posted my first fanfic, I missed those times, I missed writing a fanfic about Jiminie. Well, he was portrayed like a total asshole now that I look back, but good times :) My writing skills have improved, don't worry, I'll do him justice, and Ser too!
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Texting JIMIN gone wrong...
Fanfiction"Stop, you'll make me cum baby" "... do it" she whispered shyly, her hand stroked his member under the silk sheets. Friends with benefits but neither Jimin nor Ser agreed on it. He's a world star, she's a rich, lost college girl, clueless about lif...
