toilet roll

열여덟

eighteen; FRIEND

     jungkook let's his fist fly and land on yoongi's jaw. yoongi stumbles and his hand looses his grip on jimin. jimin quickly moves in between the two.

     "please yoongi listen, he didn't do anything!" jimin cries holding yoongi's hands.

     "no, stop! you said you love me and you're going around staying at other strangers places, huh?" yoongi yells slapping jimin's hand away.

     "jin is my friend and jungkook.. he.. uh-"

     yoongi laughs bitterly. "yeah? who is he?"

     "he is my friend as well," jimin mumbles looking down. he didn't even know jungkook. he basically was a stranger.

     "oh yeah? tell me about something him then."

     jimin stares at yoongi. he knew nothing about the boy. oh he knew one thing.

     "he dances really well."

     yoongi tilts his head and a creepy smile comes in his face. "so you're fucking your dance student?"

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