CHAPTER TWELVE | The Glam
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Text Messages
YOU: we have a problem kook
JUNGKOOK: what now
YOU: well i dont have a fancy dress for that dinner
JUNGKOOK: come
YOU: ummm wat
JUNGKOOK: come here
YOU: um ok?
End of Text Messages
"Where are you going?" Hoseok catches me at the door before I left.
"Ummmm to see some old friends hahah," I lied. Very ridiculous lie. I don't have any friends.
"Aha," he replies, obviously suspicious of me.
I grin cheekily and then make my way out.
Towards Jungkook.
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"Why did you want me to come now? I was supposed to come later," I whined once he opened the door for me.
"Shut up and sit down."
Jungkook grabs my shoulders and pushes me down on the couch.
I raise my hands in defense.
"Woah okay there kinky daddy, didn't think shit will escalate so quickly between us," I say, my quirky personality showing its frontier.
Jungkook just looks at me like-
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"The fuck are you saying?"
Then he shakes his head and walks away.
I sit there and wait patiently.
All of a sudden, the front door swings open and it is Park Jimin sliding through.
He is dressed fancy with a formal Tuxedo.
He glares at me real good before he speaks.
"Oh its you again," Jimin says then giggles in some kind of a cute way.
Why are all these Death Wish members so adorable when they smile? What kind of sorcery is that!
He walks to the fridge and takes out a bottle of alcohol.
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