Alone.
That is all JK had ever been.
Alone and forgotten in a cruel, heartless world.
Growing up at the orphanage, all he had ever wanted, was to find a place he could call home.
A family.
To finally know what it felt like to be loved.
He ran...
I think I can speak for all of us when I say: Aww, that was so sweet and loving- and now we need the hot stuff!
So, here's the hot stuff.
And it's gonna be a wild ride...
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Oh, and listen to this one. You won't regret it.
Jimin stumbled into the room with a giggle. That boy really could hold his liquor.
Many others would be puking in a corner right now after having drunk as much as Jimin, but he was only on the tipsy side, his laughter filling the flat with warmth. I smiled, feeling the aftermath of our little party as well. But I had been careful not to drink too much.
After all, I still had things planned. Many, many things. All night long.
It's why I didn't go back to camp with Jimin. Why I asked Hwasa for the keys to her flat which the woman had given me with a wicked, knowing grin, and only asked that I would not break the bed because she apparently had made many, many memories in it.
