Park Aemin was screwed.
Well, screwed over to be exact. After being betrayed by those who were supposed to care for her the most she is left with two things, desperation and one option; becoming a freaking babysitter to an adult (and stupidly sexy)...
A small smile flitted across my face as a swirl of disappointment and melancholy grew through my chest at Jimin's hesitation.
I've always wondered why sadness was depicted as a cold, empty form. Sadness was a full, all-consuming being, it expanded as a suffocating light throughout your withered body until that was all you could feel.
I had a feeling they didn't like me, but why did it hurt so goddamn much to have it confirmed.
I've always cared too much about what people thought of me; it was as if I needed someone else's love to make me feel like I was worth something.
I cut off pieces of myself until I was the perfect cookie cutter shape, everything else was simply scrapped.
Once I got to my senses I tried desperately to roll myself back out, but all that did was make me thin and flimsy, holes dotting my entire being, but it was too late, most of me had already been tossed in the trash.
And so I laughed, contorting my face into a colorful mask so others could forget their own pain, so I could momentarily lessen my own.
Nobody likes someone sadder than they are, it makes them feel guilty for their own sadness.
"Chill dude, I'm used to people disliking me," I smiled, plastic pinching at my cheeks as Jimin gnawed guiltily at his already reddened lip.
"But you just said you weren-" He began, staring at me unamused. I shushed him aggressively, waving my palm in his face.
"That's in the past Jimin, focus on the present!" Mischief flooded my eyes as I spoke, my smile gradually widening.
"It was five minutes ago!" He argued, his eyes creasing downwards.
"Exactly, the past, keep up!" I couldn't help the teasing laughter injecting into my tone, bright paint covering the darkness behind it until even I could barely feel it.
Barely.
"You're impossible." He giggled with his whole body, falling back on the floor.
"I'm quite aware." I grinned ruefully, my chin pressed against the brown-haired boy's head.
"That's enough break, let's get back to getting this kid off you." I nodded before an idea hit me with the force of a bullet.
"I have an idea!" I screeched, making Jimin fall back onto his ample butt from surprise.
I shifted, tucking my legs closer to me until I was far from Jungkook as his steel arms would allow me to. I huffed in a deep breath, loosening my body so the idea would work.
"FRIED CHICKEN!" I yelled, pretty sure I've created an earthquake from how loud I was.
Jungkook shot up faster than Suga rapped in Cypher PT. 4 (I've been doing my research.) I slid down into his lap, missing that fact because I was so relieved I managed to revive a corpse.
Harry Potter's probably jealous.
"Welcome back to the land of the living!" I exclaimed sarcastically, ignoring the soreness blooming in my breasts.
"That's what woke him up," I could hear the exasperation in Jimin's voice as he stared at his group member.
Jungkook blinked slowly, his face slackened as he peered at me through half-lidded eyes. His lips parted, bottom lip pushing out and hair a mess, the cuteness overload sending butterflies to brush the inside of my stomach.
I put my hands on his shoulders to push myself off of his lap, immediately missing the warmth as I hovered away from his solid form.
Fingers pressed against my waist as I was tugged back down on to his thighs once again.
Oh my god, I'm on his thighs.
Again.
I am a holy child.I am a holy child.I am a holy child.
"Five more minutes," Jungkook mumbled in a gruff tone, my heart pattering painfully against my rib cage as he presses his face into the crook of my neck, his bottom lip accidentally grazing my collarbone.
"Thighs," I squeaked in a small tone, going dizzy from the knowledge that my body was in contact with the nicest thighs I have ever encountered.
"Jungkook!" Jimin snapped the sharpness of his tone causing Jungkook to flinch against me.
"Hyung?" Came Jungkooks sweet voice, as he pulled away from me.
"What time is it?" He asked, still dazed and sleepy.
"It's you're-being-a-perv o'clock!"
"What do you mean?" Jimin gestured to me.
Dark eyes met mine, slowly widening in surprise and realization, suddenly alert as he looked at me, and our position.
"Hey boss, you havin' fun?"
I have never seen someone run away so fast in my life.
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A/N
Jungkook is freaking adorable oh my Namjesus.
Just-
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
cAn hE nOT
anyway thank you so much for reading, every single of you are like drugs to me
THat's not romantic bUt oH wELl
So yeah, I hope you enjoyed, oh and btw im sorry if you wanted one but this book DOESN'T HAVE A LOVE TRIANGLE I don't really enjoy it that much so I don't want to write one
