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synopsis. you and rival!wonwoo are in an arranged marriage that's just for show. The sexual tension between the both of you usually goes by unsaid, until wonwoo can't take it anymore.
author's note. my first fic on svt tumblr,, minors please do not interact! I just feel like wonwoo fits the dark academia vibe so well and he's so hot in a suit kendk. I hope you like this piece, feedback is appreciated!!
âYouâre here,â Wonwoo chimes in suddenly, catching your immediate attention. You pivot around on your heel, the heavy, azure ball gown adorning your body drifting along delicately.
âI am. And unfortunately, you are too,â you retort as your eyes meet Wonwooâs dilated ones.
âDarling, itâs been a long time since weâve seen each other. It wouldnât hurt to be a little polite,â he whispers while moving towards you, almost cautiously as if testing the waters. But in his deep, drowning ebony eyes, you see eagerness. Theyâre exactly like before- the black ever so dull and monotonous yet alluring. A darkness easy to get lost in.
But the dark is filled with dangerous demons.
He offers you his hand, which you hesitantly take to avoid any suspicion. As he leads you to the dance floor, he leans in dangerously close and speaks in a hushed tone tauntingly, making the hairs on your neck rise as a tingling sensation jolts about in your body.
âIt has, and I must say you look especially hideous this evening.â You stare into his eyes, a smirk playing on your lips. What a liar.
âWell, only the worst for you, dear.â He returns your gaze, it's almost affectionate but you knew better than to trust anything Wonwoo does.
âI suppose you must think of me often then.â He scoffs before a brisk, dry laugh exits his lips as he tightens his grip on your waist, giving you an impassioned glare which for some reason causes your heart to race.
âYou have no idea.â He whispers, his deep voice in stark contrast to the soft, high pitched piece playing in the hall.
God, was he always this charming? You shift your focus, posture slightly wavering as you move your head down to hide your now warm cheeks.
"Focus Wonwoo, you canât even dance properly." Another lie.
"Oh, can't I?" He tightened his grip on your waist and pulled you closer, enough to touch your nose with his. "You should've told me you wanted to put on a show."
"You don't have to be so rough," you whispered. The music swelled and felt as if it could deafen you. Your face was cross and your eyebrows were knitted together, the desire to punch him square on the face growing for every step. "Your hand is supposed to stay on my waist."
"Sorry."
"No you're not."
He laughed through his gritted teeth, eyes staring straight into yours. "But can you keep up with those adorable little dancing shoes?"
"Try me."
You could feel the vibrations of the orchestra's music swimming in the air, attaching strings of gold onto your wrists and carrying you through the ballroom like a graceful marionette. The other dancers began to clear, far too mesmerized by your synchronised movements to focus on their own. The crowd formed a circle and allowed you to take over.
He was light on his feet. You'll give him that.
"You could at least try to pretend to resent this," he chuckled. "Careful now. Don't stare too deep into my eyes, otherwise you might fall in love."
"You wish."
"You're right." He spun you around and had you tripping on your toes. He swiftly caught you in his arms before you could fall to the ground. "I wish ."
âNow, why donât you smile for the press, love?â he smirked, nodding towards the audience around the dance floor.
You slightly turned your head to look at them. ladies behind their fans, all dolled up for the banquet, whispering about the pair. The gentlemen eyeing you, wine glasses in hand whilst muttering to their partners.
Wonwoo gently gripped the edge of your chin, finger pushing your jawline back to face him. You glared, the air conditioned hall seemingly warm all of a sudden.
âSmile.â He breathes, the warmth of his breath hits your lips.
âYou donât deserve a smile.â The corners of his lips lift in amusement as he brings you back up on your feet. You could feel the flex of his biceps through the material of his suit.
One step and a twirl later, you smiled. Wonwoo was writhing in pain, cursing under his breath after he felt your heel dig into his forefoot, toes in excruciating pain.
âWhy donât you smile for the press, love?â she mocked back, fingers tracing his jawline to imitate his former action.
âYou little brat,â he spat quietly.
âThat's not very nice.â You frown mischievously as the music comes to an end. The crowd claps as Wonwoo takes a respectful short bow before grabbing you by your wrist and leading you to a nearby hallway.
"What the fuck was that?" Wonwoo seeths, jaw clenching as he eyes you, "why can't you just follow the plan and stop being a brat for once."
"I did, the plan was to dance together, you brought the last part upon yourself." You defend yourself, arms crossed as you gaze at him. His tongue ever so often darting out and swiping on his lips as he pushes his hair back in frustration, letting out a deep sigh.
He walks closer to you, body towering over as he brings his face so close that you could see the individual flecks of gold in his eyes, winking under the light. His brows were arched and elegant, his nose sharp and you felt the urge to trace over his features with your finger.
"Is that so?" His deep voice once again fills your ears. You flinch as his lips come in contact with your ear, skin seemingly burning at his touch.
You closed your eyes, letting out a soft sigh as your legs began to feel weak. Wonwoo's voice itself made you melt and it didn't help that he was so close to you. "Well then, I guess you brought this upon yourself."
Wonwoo pressed his lips just behind your ear, rubbing a path down your neck to the curve of your shoulder. You moaned soft and low as he moved his palm across your waist, sliding down your side slowly, tracing circles along your hip as he opened his mouth and lapped at the bare skin revealed by the cut out on your shoulder.
âYou-â You gasp out, and he thinks quietly that heâs never heard a sound so pretty. His mouth traces a path from the corner of his lips to the corner of your jaw, tightening his hold on your waist, breath coming out in bursts of steam. âGod, you-â you break off again, neck tipping back. His hand automatically shoots up to cradle your head. âWonwoo,â you whisper.
"Open your eyes and look at me," he demands roughly before biting down.
Your fingers moved to curl around the back of his thighs as you held onto him for support. He felt you tremble against him and it sent even more blood pulsing down to his cock. He spread his palm across your abdomen and waited for your shivers to subside.
"You like it? You like how I'm going to embarrass you like you just did to me? This whole night was just a plan to get me to fuck you, wasn't it, darling?"
You jerked against him as you listened to his words, getting more turned on at the very thought of him fucking you. You arched your back, grinding against his dick. His chin dropped and he growled between his teeth as he rocked forward, grinding with you. Wonwoo usually had good self control but with you, he wouldnât be able to hold back much longer.
âAnswer me.â
âOh, godâŚoh, fuckâŚyes!â you moaned, your blunt nails digging into Wonwoo's skin hard enough to feel through his pants, hard enough to mark him. And that was when he lost it.
He pulled your head back, fisting your hair as he angled you and crushed his lips to yours. Your moans vibrate against his mouth, obliterating any thread of resistance heâd stubbornly held on to. His cupped your cheek and his lips parted against yours. You held on to his hips, steadying yourself as you opened for him, panting as he stroked his tongue into your mouth deliberately. He pushed forward, tightening his hold in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer. You opened wider, twining your tongue around his, sucking his tongue as he fucked your mouth before drawing you back into his.
He pulled back slightly before his lips were immediately back on yours, kissing you so hard he was sure your gloss was long gone and their lips were fucking bruised. You grabbed onto his hair, yanking the short strands as Wonwoo slid his hips against your stomach, rutting against you desperately. God, heâd never tasted anything like you. He was in serious trouble here, if your mouth was this tempting, your pussy was gonna fucking destroy him.
âGod, â He trailed off on a moan as your teeth sunk into the skin under his chin. Wonwoo tilted your face back up and pulled your mouth back to his. Your lips were pouty, so damn soft beneath his and the purr rolling from your throat as your nails carded his scalp blasted a shock of heat through his cock.
He plunged his tongue back into your mouth and you took him, took every stroke deeply, gave back so fucking sinfully, his brain went hazy. âSuch a good girl now, aren't you,â he breathed into your mouth, palming his hand down her chest.
You slid shaky hands down his neck, your fingers fumbled, loosening his tie before undoing the buttons of his shirt to lick at the hollow of his throat. âOhâŚgodâŚmoreâŚI need more.â you muttered.
Wonwoo pushed his hand down lower and put his foot between your heels, easing your feet apart. He stroked a path down your stomach, towards the hem of your dress. When he finally slid into the heat between your legs, your hips pushed forward as you threw your head back, pressing his hand onto the wall, a moan escaping your parted lips.
Wonwoo nudged your other foot, vaguely aware of the background noise, and pushed his hand deeper, taking the edge of your underwear and slid the satin between two fingers. Back and forth.
âYessss.â you hissed, eyes wild through the slits of white silk. Wonwoo couldnât look away. He stared down into your eyes, watched you as you coated his fingers through the material. You pushed harder against his hand and he eased back.
She bit down on her lip in frustration. âWonwoo⌠Wonwoo, â
âYeah?â He asked huskily, gliding his fingers over your pussy, stroking one side, then the other, still refusing you skin on skin.
âOh, my god.â
âTell me what you need, Y/N⌠I want to hear you say it.â He smirked at the sight of your messed up state when he had barely even touched you.
âTouch me.â
âI am touching you.â He said wickedly, increasing the pressure.
âGodâŚI me⌠mean.â
âSay it.â
Your nails dug into his biceps and your throat convulsed as you closed your eyes and swallowed. âSpread me openâŚfuck meâŚfingerâŚfuck meâŚplease.â You whimpered.
Wonwoo chuckled and complied, roughly shoving two fingers into you. You gasped, the wet, squelching sounds your core made so incredibly dirty and arousing. He crooked his fingers a bit and you yelped before rocking your hips against him.
"So wet for me, darling, what would people say when they pass by and see you in this state?" You moaned as he whispered into your ear.
"More⌠more," you begged, eyes rolling back and mouth agape.
"What's the magic word?" He groaned as he felt his pants tighten. You looked like the picture of lust with your head thrown back, eyes closed, legs spread wide, dress hiked up, glistening swollen cunt on display with his fingers sinking into you again and again.
"Wonwoo, please⌠ah!"
He inserts an extra finger as he brings his thumb to your clit, simultaneously rubbing and pumping.
You came almost at once, fingers gripping on his thighs as you savoured the bliss. You look at him through hooded eyes as he licks his fingers clean.
"You haven'tâŚ" you trailed off, looking pointedly at the big bulge in his pants.
"Eager to help, darling?" He cocked his eyebrows up. "Open up."
His cock springs out, slapping your face, it was already rigid, and thick enough to give you a pause.
With just the slightest hesitation, your tongue snaked out to touch him, your eyes closing on their own at the contact. Your own sex throbbed at his taste, and you could hardly wait to lick your way up to the head of his cock.
With a breath, you slid your tongue around and down his erection, not stopping until you had licked him all over.
Fingers tangled in your hair, pulling hard enough to hurt, as Wonwoo brought your face closer to his groin. You were barely able to hide your gasp, and you felt your underwear grow sticky between your legs again. He used his grip on your hair to pull you closer, sliding his cock into your open mouth, and held you there.
Without wasting any more time, you began sucking hungrily, unable to help the soft, desperate noises escaping your throat. He groaned, letting you use your mouth on him. You looked up through your lashes to see him watching you, face impassive, and you moaned around him softly.
Your lips wrapped around his dick, you bobbed your head as you sucked, your tongue snaking down his length. Wonwoo's hips jerked forward, the motion shoving his cock further. His fingers were still tangled in your hair, holding your head still as he began fucking your mouth, and your breath came in short puffs as you tried to keep up.
Eventually you simply let him control the rhythm, coming to enjoy the way the head of his cock pushed against your throat, knowing that with one hard thrust you'd be choking on it.
You kept your eyes up, staring into his own, letting him dominate you in every way you could. Your jaw was growing sore and you started to tear up. As his cock slid in and out of your mouth, you tasted the precum leaking from his tip, and couldn't help let out a moan at the slightly bitter tang of it. Glancing up at him through your lashes, you began to look for signs that Wonwoo was nearing completion. You were longing to see him lose control. You were so ready to swallow him down, to satisfy him with your mouth.
Just when you expected him to finish, he pulled you away with a rough groan, lifting you from your feet and turning you around. He easily tore through the fabric of your underwear, exposing your pussy, already so wet for him again. "Never knew you were this eager, darling."
You ached with need for the split second it took him to push his cock into you, not bothering to take it slow and let you get adjusted to him.
Your cunt throbbed at the intrusion, more from pleasure than the roughness of the act. He set a punishing pace, and soon you ached for a different reason, having the need to come in an alarmingly short time. His cock stretched you with each stroke, causing a sweet sting as he moved inside you, and as his thrusts pounded at your g-spot, you got closer to coming, "Gosh, Wonwoo⌠I need to cum," you gasped, begging him.
Wonwooâs grip on your hip was hard enough that you could almost feel the bruises forming into fingerprints. You were so focused on him fucking you that it came as a surprise when his fingers pressed against your clit. He bit into your shoulder hard, causing you to cry out and jerk in his grasp. Wonwoo grasped your hip as he drove himself harder into you.
"Won⌠Wonwoo ah, Wonwoo," you babbled, tears rolling down your cheeks as a hard smack landed on your ass.
"Shh, be a good girl and shut up. Your daddy's making a speech in the hall, wouldn't want to take away his spotlight now, would you?" Wonwoo groans as his hips drive deeper against you. His cock filled your cunt so completely, his thrusts timing perfectly with your own need.
He leaned his head to your ear so you could hear him better as he commanded,"come for me, darling." With a breathless moan, you did, your body seeming to transcend existence into pure ecstasy; your pussy clenching around him as he came deep inside you.
It was several moments before you could pull yourself back together, wobbling around as you grabbed onto Wonwoo for support. He had already withdrawn, leaving you exposed with his seed spilling down the inside of your thigh.
"Look at you darling, one round and you can barely do anything anymore." he scoffs amusingly, fingers gently brushing your hair back.
"Next event, you better behave like a good girl or I won't let you come." Wonwoo grabs your chin, tilting your head up before licking a string of saliva from your lips. His mouth playing a smirk as he lightly slaps your face twice, allowing you to return to reality just as your father announced your name.
New request incoming đŽ: svt mtl to enjoy love making! Thanks love đđĽ°
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Dokyeom - Joshua: These members are just so soft for you and would literally worship your body at any occasion, whether you're having a bad day or it's a special, happy occasion - be it with words or actions.
Seungkwan - The8: I feel like this group enjoys love making, but they do it with a hint of teasing, just to add a bit of spice, y'know?
S.Coups - Woozi: I put these two together cuz they are the ones who work the hardest in SVT, both being unit leaders and the latter being holed up in his studio 24/7. They are not against love-making, but most of the time, they tend to release the pent up stress from work, thus being on the rougher side.
Jeonghan - Hoshi: LITERALLY THE HORNIEST MEMBERS OF SVT. Jeonghan is the Tease⢠and kinky af, Dino is young and his hormones are batshit crazy and Hoshi is... horny 24/7đ
The request of lovely @spearb1108 from this prompt list
Minho + 17
Warnings: angst!, slightly descriptive images of violence, blood and injury, allusions to human trafficking
It hurt.
Sharp air was slicing through your lungs whenever you took a staggering breath, desperate gasps leaving your chapped lips in irregular periods. Your throat burnt, the dryness of your mouth like sandpaper against your vocal cords â ruthlessly rasping and rasping away. You wanted to halt, wanted to take a break from running, needed to take a break from running-, but you couldnât.
Not when he was tracking you.
Faltering for not more than a moment, you abruptly ducked into a narrow alley to your right, the murky glow of the lighted street lamp not quite able to reach you anymore. It was silent. And yet your every fibre was on fire with the tension that your body held, for the quiet to you seemed much more threatening than any noise ever could. Noise meant humans, and humans meant that they had to hold back in their brutality as to not lose any possible customers.
But it was silent.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, its never-ending thumping the only sound you could hear over your erratic breathing. The drum was loud like the frantic rhythm of war, and you thought that it must be revealing your location to everyone.
And then you held your breath and waited.
It was only after what appeared to be an eternity of nothingness but the same deadly quiet that your legs gave away, rendering you slumped to the ground. You felt weak â now, that the adrenaline was receding â, the unnatural gauntness of your appearance incapable of holding the last threads of warmth that were escaping through your tattered clothing.
And yet you had never felt more relieved, the joy of finally having fled the compound of the debt-collecting tradesman with the disfigured face â the king of the black market of the northern regions â forcing a bubbling laugh from your chest. You did it, you finally did-
âWhat a coincidence meeting you here, princessâ, the silken voice with an all too familiar lilt of light-hearted cruelty resounded from the depths of the alley, before a man emerged from the nightly shadows that were coating the surrounding.
He looked just like you remembered him with his spotless windowpane waistcoat and polished pocket watch which was safely tucked away in its fob; neat attire in stark contrast to the ugly scar spreading from the heights of his cheekbone down to his sharp jaw, the bulging cut defacing the entirety of his right side.
The crushing thunder of your heartbeat returned as the paralysing feeling of helplessness overtook you. You couldnât breathe, couldnât help the tremble in your limbs. It was as if all air had been sucked into the empty void of his dark calculating eyes. Eyes that were boring into you with well suppressed anger, arrogant complacence and a glint of morbid amusement.
âM- Minhoâ, you whispered, not able to manage more than a pathetic whimper when memories of blazing fire and red-hot iron, unforgiving darkness and soulless ice, and the crimson splatter of warm blood washed over you. You heaved.
The clack of shoes on cobblestones closed in until a pair of shined Oxfords appeared in your blurred field of vision.
Minho stared down at you and sighted. âYou really had to run away huh? Tried to escape like a filthy rat the sewer despite knowing that thereâs nowhere else you belong.â
You cowered, shakily, the dull pain of a splitting headache cutting through your frantic thoughts on how to flee him-, flee this man. This very man who had robbed you from everything that made you apparent as a human being; this man who saw you as nothing more but mere livestock, a ware to be sold at an extortionate price.
âSeeâ, with a swift gesture he grabbed your arm and yanked the thin fabric of your sleeve back, a sadistic smirk playing around the corners of his lips at the sight. âI left my mark on you, isnât that enough?â
Desperate rage cursed through your veins when your eyes fell upon the horrendous brand mark that was etched into the delicate skin of your forearm: red lines of scorched flesh forming the sickeningly graceful emblem of the Northern Cartel.
A sign of ownership, the sign of a slave.
You didnât know how long it had been since that other silent night. A night that had been filled with live coal and glowing sparks of metal. The night in which you had lost every human right you once had thought to be self-evident until the searing white burn and the nauseating stench of injury were the only fragments of reality that had mattered to you.
But you couldnât do it anymore.
With the last ounces of your strength, you ripped your arm from his vice-like grip.
You have read the sentence at least five times in the span of thirty seconds, yet your expression seems to have frozen in time. As if you couldnât already deal with the predicament that has found you, now you have to deal with him.
You wanted to scream. Disappear from planet Earth with a snap of your fingers, as if you were Thanos. Why did this have to happen? And why now?
"Y/N, I swear to God, if you don't move or say something, I will lose whatever sanity is left in me", Hwiyoung breaks the silence and snaps you out of your trance. "I'm sorry, Hwi, this is none of your fault, yet you got caught up in the storm", you admit with guilt, fiddling with the hem of your clothes. âBut I can promise you this - I will find a way to clear up this mess and get you away from thisâ, you muster up your courage.Â
âWhat happened within these few seconds and made you turn back to your usual self?â, he cocks an eyebrow. âWhat do you mean âmy usual selfâ?â, you cross your arms in front of your chest. âYâknow, acting all girlboss and stuffâ, he snorts and you shoot him a glare. âHey, it was a compliment!â, âDidnât sound like one thoughâ, you mutter and Hwiyoung laughs.Â
âIâm curious about one thingâ, âShootâ, you say.
âHow exactly are you going to clear up your reputation?â. You gulp audibly and scratch the back of your neck anxiously. âUm, well...Thereâs a person who might be able to help me with that, although I donât really trust himâ. âDo you have any other choice?â, âIâm afraid notâ, you admit, as you pick up your stuff, getting ready to leave. âThen God better put his hand and make this workâ, Hwiyoung raises his arms in defeat.Â
Right before opening the door, you turn to your friend. âThank you, Hwiyoung. For everythingâ, you smile. âAnytime, girlbossâ.
You carefully check the road before you call for a taxi, not wanting to get caught by paparazzi cameras again, like last night. You check the number who texted you this morning and notice that itâs not the same number you had saved under Jiminâs name. You press the âcallâ button and wait a few seconds before your beloathed influencer picks up.
âHello?â
âYou have two minutes to explain what the fuck you want and another twenty minutes to get ready and meet me at the cafeteria across the companyâ, you deadpan impatiently.
âOkay damn, didnât expect you to be this eager for my helpâ, Jimin chuckles. âDonât get full of yourself, Park, Iâm doing this to save my friend from this goddamn messâ, you grit your teeth.Â
âI see. Then I guess we better talk face to face, âcause these things canât be discussed through the phoneâ, âFine by me. Hanging up now, my ride is hereâ, you announce and end the call abruptly.Â
Twenty minutes later, youâre outside the cafeteria and spot Jimin inside, in the far corner, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. You take a deep breath and open the door, heading straight to the table heâs sitting. He lifts his head and greets you with a small smile, closing his phone and placing it face down on the table.Â
âEver the perfectionist, even in your meetings, dear Y/Nâ, he comments and you glare at him, while plopping down on the chair. âHonestly, the last thing I want to deal with is your comments. Iâm here for far more important businessâ. âStraight to the point, I see. It must be way more serious that I thought, huh?â, he asks and you nod affirmatively. âI hate to admit it, but yes, itâs really bad. And itâs not just about meâ, âYeah, I know, you want to save your friend from this messâ, Jimin adds. âLucky for you, I can help you with your problem....But Iâll need your smooth and total cooperation for my plan to workâ.
âI donât like where this is going...â, you mutter and rub your knuckles. âFirst of all, I need to know what is your relationship with the guy in the pics that circulated on the internetâ, Jiminâs tone dropping and his demeanor getting more serious.Â
âHwiyoung is a friend and nothing more. He runs the bar I got out of last night and Iâm a regular there. Iâve supported him ever since he told me he wanted to open his own shop and he has been supporting me as wellâ, you explain and the fond memories of an excited Hwiyoung sharing his ideas on the bar and the entire process unfold in front of your eyes like a movie, smiling with nostalgia.
âOnto the next questionâ, he cuts your trail of thoughts. âWhat were you doing in the bar last night?â.
âWhat kind of question is that, Jimin?â, âA normal one, Y/Nâ, âAs far as I know, people go to a bar to drink a bit of alcohol and have a good timeâ, you press your lips in a thin line. âWell, you didnât seem like you had the time of your life after coming out with fucking physical supportâ, âSo what if I did? Iâm free to do whatever the fuck I want. And I donât remember appointing you as my supervisorâ, you sneer and Jimin pokes his cheek with his tongue in annoyance.Â
âListen, Iâm trying to help you, but you obviously donât want to cooperate with meâ, âHow the hell am I supposed to cooperate when you ask such personal questions?! This is a matter of privacy!â, you whisper-yell. âSorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but your privacy is not so private anymore, and everyone thinks youâre dating your friend!â, Jimin retorts angrily.Â
You slump back into your seat, feeling absolutely defeated. For fucks sake, you just wanted to drink in peace. The downsides of being a public person, huh, you think and curse mentally. âWhat do you suggest we do?â, you run your hands through your hair.Â
âA publicity stuntâ.
âOf what kind?â, you ask with curiosity, even if your gut feeling screams imminent danger at his next words.
âFake datingâ.
What. The. Fuck.
You donât know whether you should laugh or slap Jimin, because his plan is absolutely ridiculous. âYouâve got to be kidding me, right?â, you snort. But Jimin is looking you dead in the eyes and you drop the funny act. âOh God, youâre seriousâ, you grimace, âOf course Iâm serious. How do you expect people to believe youâre not dating Hwiyoung?â, he explains. âStill, the public eye isnât that gullible and if they find out about the stunt, they will not let it die down for monthsâ.
âThen I guess weâre stuck together for the next few months, babyâ, he smirks and you raise your arm in an attempt to hit him. âYou love watching me suffer, donât you, Park Jimin?â, âThat I do. But might as well make it fun, right?â, âYeah, fun for you, assholeâ, you scoff angrily.
âSo... Does that mean we have a deal?â, he asks and extends his hand towards you, hoping youâll reciprocate the handshake. You bite your bottom lip in frustration as you think of all the possible outcomes of this disastrous idea. Yet no matter how many time you think it over, you always end up with the same conclusion.
You have no other choice.
âWe have a dealâ, you finally give your hand and complete the handshake, earning a victorious smile from Jimin. âOh, I almost forgot!â, he chirps and open his phone camera. âWe need to take a selfie!â, âSure, why not?â, you shrug and pose cutely, the camera clicking and saving the picture. âOkay, since we managed to sort everything out, I should be taking my leaveâ, you say and get up. âWeâll be in touchâ, and Jimin nods, watching you walk away.Â
âAnd now the real fun begins~â, he smirks to himself, immediately pulling out his phone, his plan already starting to unfold.
You finally get to lay on your bed after a day full of turns and surprises, feeling slightly better, knowing that there might be light at the end of the tunnel.
As if on cue, you hear the familiar notification sound of your phone go off and you open the screen, checking your IG account.
In all seriousness, you wish you hadnât done it.
Your eyes go wide with horror when you see the selfie you took with Jimin posted on his account with the caption âcoffee date with the loml <3âł and people going absolutely feral in the comments section.
âOMGOMGOMG I KNEW ITTTTTâ
âpower couple wbk yallâ
âis this real??? Park Jimin and Y/N L/N dating???â
You were absolutely fuming. You wanted to run to Jiminâs apartment and punch the living daylights out of him. He really stoop that low and did that, as if you were actually dating him.Â
Coincidentally enough, your phone pings again, but this time, itâs a message from Hwiyoung. You open it and see the attached post. You can already feel the sarcasm seeping through your phone, as you read his message:
hwihwi: if that was the plan you were talking about, might as well dig your grave now and throw yourself inside lmao
Your nails click furiously as you message your friend back.
girlboss bitch: WHAT THE FUCK DUDE I HAD NO IDEA HEâD ACTUALLY DO SMTH LIKE THAT, THIS SHORT SNAKE
You close your phone and throw it on your bed and you plop back on the mattress, looking at the ceiling of your room.
