[editing]
❝ I fucked you good then. Didn't I? ❞
Love is a funny word with so many interpretations of its definition. Famous professional writer Park Jimin believed love to be a warm feeling felt within his heart if he was in the arms of someone he t...
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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ "Does your ass still hurt when you sit? If I remember correctly, when we last saw each other, you couldn't sit properly."
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Jimin's dark brown eyes almost oozed out of his skull, he was totally caught off guard. His heart skipped a few beats and he noticed the makeup stylist stop her work on his neck for just a few seconds. He needed to save himself with a comeback before it was too late and he said the first sentence that crossed his mind. With his body jerking towards the raven-haired actor, he slapped the actor's thigh. "Y-You- don't say that!" Bashful of the comment, he sat back with heated cheeks.
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"I'll take that as a yes then. See you on set Jimin-ssi~" Jungkook chuckled ignoring the bundle of nerves reacting in his thigh and got up from the chair never leaving the writer's gaze. "Thank you, noona," the raven-haired actor flirtatiously winked at the stylist before he left the tent leaving the writer to mentally scoff at the actions.
"All done, Mr. Park." The stylist helping the writer inspected his neck for any hints of the blemishes but found none.
"Thank you, Miss?" He asked for her name in a polite manner, wanting to thank her and get to know the names of the staff he'll be working with.
