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𝗂 𝗇 𝗍 𝗋 𝗈

𝒔 𝒌 𝒊 𝒓 𝒕
/𝗌𝗄ə𝗋𝗍/

𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦
𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴.



the sun beams down on us, burning
our skin as the seconds tick by. the
sun glasses offer no help at all on my
face as i lift my hand to block my eyes
from the sizzling sun. despite all the
disadvantages of having summer, the
one advantage overrules them all;
tanning.

having southern korean ancestors
gifted me with pale skin, so i take
all the sun i can get.

i place my school bag on the grass
behind me and lay my head on it,
ensuring that i will not have ants or
any other sort of insects in my long,
dark hair. "it's too hot out here." my
best friend, jiyeon, groans as she
lays back on the grass too.

"oh shut up, i need a tan." i laugh,
shoving her shoulder.

"yo, check it, jimin is checking you
out again." she whacks my arm,
making me frown.

i prop myself up onto my elbows and
look over to the basketball court,
where park jimin stands in his
black jeans and no t-shirt. i roll my
eyes and lay back down, wincing as
my head hits the books in my bag.

"i'm over him."

"sure you are." she rolls her eyes and
sits up straight, reaching over to the
side of me for my phone.

"heey!" i frown and lean over to take it
back but she leans away from me and
fiddles around with the screen. a few
seconds later, she shoves the phone in
my face with a smug smirk on her lips.

𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧:
i miss you.

hyori:
i miss you too, but i can't.

jimin:
baby i love you, why won't you
forgive me?

hyori:
i love you too, but you messed up.
i can't forgive you, not again.

jimin:
please baby, please.

hyori:
i can't, i'm sorry.

jimin:
let me make it up to you, friday
night? please baby, one more
chance and i won't let you down.

hyori:
fine.

"over him?" she smirks, i shrug and
close my eyes.

"he's on his last chance." i reply bluntly.
jiyeon liked jimin at first, he made me happy,
but he fucked up so many times and now
she hates him.

"who the fuck gives a guy seven
chances ri?" she questions, i sigh.

"six actually, and i love him, i can't
just get over him like you hope i
would." i reply.

the bell rings, indicating the end of
lunch, so we grab our bags and walk
back into the sweat box.

heading down the hallway to math,
i spot jimin's best friend - jeon
jungkook - walking in the opposite
direction. he sees me, smirks and
runs his fingers through his hair.

i pass him confidently, ignoring his
request for eye contact.

before squealing when i feel air rush
to my exposed ass, i spin around as
quick as i can, pushing my skirt back
down to conceal my thong. i look up
to see jungkook smirking, guys
patting his back in appreciation on
their way past. "what the fuck jungkook!"
i shriek, turning red in the cheeks as
guys walk past, basically undressing
me with their hungry eyes.

"sorry baby girl, my hand slipped."
he chuckles and walks away, i glare
at the back of his head for a few more
seconds before continuing my way to
math, holding my skirt to my ass.

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