❝Rule number 1; never be number 2.❞
Do people always fall in love with what they c̶a̶n̶'̶t̶ shouldn't have? ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ.
Both their souls are on fire, binded to each other with the eternal flames inside. And their demons? They'll always exist, the darkne...
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The driver helped me get Jungkook onto one of the hospital beds before the doctors rolled him in. I breathed out tiredly, about to rub my eyes when I remembered I had makeup on. I noticed the driver analysing the damage on your car while biting his nails at it's state. "I'm sorry," I apologised.
"Sorry? YOU'RE JUST SORRY? I work 4 jobs, I worked so hard to get this car," he looked like he was about to lose his mind. "Give me your number," I told him. "Oh- wow uhm, I'm sorry but you're not my type. Also I have a girlfriend," he took a step back.
"And I have standards."
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"I trashed your car, if you don't want a replacement then fine. I'm not fond of being a nice person, if you'd rather stick to this shit show of a car then be my guest." I rolled my eyes, about to turn away from him when he grabbed my wrist, accidently pressing on the bruise Vin gave me, the bruise I had covered with a scarf. "No no! Please, here's my number."
The electric shock ran through me again, but this time I didn't let this stranger have so much control over me. I yanked it away, "fun fact, being touched is second on the list of things I hate most in the world. Don't touch me, ever." I glared, "what's first on the list then?" He said, annoying me to the max. I just snatched his phone off of him, trying to get this conversation over with.
"My name's Jay," he told me, as I ignored his words and saved him as 'Sherlock,' for his ability to state the fucking obvious every couple minutes. "Foreigner?" I tilted my head, his accent was quite different too so I assumed he was from somewhere else. "Uhm, yeah, I guess you could say that. But what about you? What's your name?" He asked.
"I'm just a person who broke your car, I'm going to delete your number as soon as I replace what I broke. No need to be mutuals." I spoke, "this car will suffice for a ride home," I said, as he took his phone back and sat into the car. "And by the way," I said, making him roll down the windows of his car as I leaned down.
"I'm everyone's type."
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