" I'm kinda into it " (YOONMIN)

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"Yoongi, I love you so much", Jayla whispered in my ear before licking it. I felt her round piercing on my earlobe. "I love you too, baby", I lied digging my face into the crook of her neck. My hands rested on her bare waist since she wore a crop top. She hugged me tickling me with her pink waves.

"I missed you", I lied. Again.

"Let's get going to that party!"
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Liar. Why am I a liar? I have no choice. I am in desperate need of money and I happened to make a rich girl fall for me. I ask for money and help her make it of course.

Her money is dirty.

I can't bring myself to love her. She likes the same things and she's not half bad. It's just that she's clingy and predictable. Her raspy voice annoys me. Her need to always perfect is over the line. I just can't love her.

I met her during my second year of high school. She was simply a girl I would hit up when I was bored until I saw something I shouldn't have seen. She blackmailed me into a relationship and made me work for her in return for money. It was seriously complicated and my life was on the line. She could kill me and get it away with it.

She was desperate.

Fucking girls. Being manipulative needy bitches.

She ruined me.
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I couldn't continue my studies in Seoul because I missed too many days and kept changing my major. Even though Jayla was paying my tuition and such, I decided it was waste anyways.

I couldn't concentrate when I was making drug deals and committing small crimes. I was stable this way. For now...
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I told my parents and a few of my friends I was coming back . I unblocked him but I was blocked back. Ha. Did I really expect him not to?

Hoseok said he was gonna host a party for me when I come back. I might see that little fucker again. I really miss him. I shouldn't have been such an asshole to him. But he was being one too. Ugh. His naive ass is probably still dating that dumb slut and putting himself in stupid situations without me to help him. Why do I care so much. Fuck him.
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"Yoongi, don't leave me here. I uh need a ride", Jimin slurred a bit but I still understood his words. His head rested on my thigh as he laid sideways curled up. He reeked off alcohol. I could feel how hot he was through my jeans. I could hear his breath and his heartbeat even though there was faint music from the first floor. This strange boy I just met just told me a whole life story and seems to trust me. I tend not to talk to new people but this boy followed me here. I couldn't ignore him.

Jimin always glanced at me from afar throughout the party. I knew he was a friend of Hoseok. He most likely drank too much and decided to choose me to rant to? Whatever. Drunk people are confusing.

I felt some some unexplainable attachment to him already. I felt the need to protect him. He was extremely vulnerable and innocent-looking. Without realizing it, I was running my fingers though his dark soft hair. It was soothing. And I'm assuming it was for him too. "I won't leave you", I spoke gently. I've never spoken this softly to anyone.

I guess I'll have to take him home with me. Good thing no one was around in this guest room. It was just me and Jimin.

He laid on his back and faced me. His face was flushed completely red along with his plump lips. His eyes were half-lidded with small tears. "Why are you crying?", I asked in a low caring voice. I wiped his tears with my own fingers. He grabbed me hand and it held it against his cheek before I finished. "N-no one cares about m-me", his voice cracked in between and he started to sniffle. "Y-y-you're just-t lying" I felt my heart ache at the way he spoke. He was hurt and I felt it too. "Shh, I care and I'm not lying to you",I spoke without thinking how it'll sound. I instantly felt my cheeks heat up.