Y/n POV
It was going to be another boring day at school. Or as I liked to call it, literal hell. Especially because of that cliché bad boy and ruler of the school, Park Jimin.

All the girls were in love with him. One look from him, and all the girls would start shouting and blush like a freaking tomato. But beware, his looks are nowhere near his perosnality.

He's a rich playboy who gets everything he wants. He has an arrogant attitude, and beats up random and innocent  people because he found it "fun".

All the teachers and staff fear him because his parents own the school. No teacher ever dared to mess with him, cause they could get fired if their "oh so perfect" son complained.

A bunch of screams knocked me out of my thought. There was a huge crowd of girls taking videos and pictures. As I went in to take a closer look, I saw the devil himself making out roughly with a new girl.

He gets new girls everyday. This one was probably the next victim of his.

But he did something that shocked me. He suddenly stopped kissing her, and slapped her. HARD. A red handprint was left in her cheek. Her face welled up in tears, but Jimin scoffed, having no pity and continued humiliating her in front of a crowd.

"That's what you get, idiot."

He rolled his eyes.

I tried, and successfully, got to where Jimin was.

"Yah you jerk. Why the fuck did you just slap her?"

I looked at him with a hard glare, but he wasn't affected at the all. Instead, he scoffed.

"Pftt. Do you even know who I am? I can do whatever the fuck I want to. So move out of my way, bitch."

He was about to slap the girl again, but I caught his hand and brought it back down to his seed. I folded my arms and retorted,

"Hah, you are just a playboy. Plus, you aren't a man once you have slapped a girl."

A bunch of "oohs" were heard from the crowd of girls. He looked surprised, but then turned away and fury was clearly evident in his eyes.

He turned to the mob of fangirls still recording and shouted,

"Leave, and you might get a chance of dating me!"

The group immediately looked away and quickly dispersed.

Jimin harshly took my hand, and dragged me into an empty hall way. He threw me into the lockers and pinned my arms above my head. He looked at my unwavering figure.

"I have no idea who the hell you think you are, but I need a favor from you. Let's have a deal. I want you to be my fake girlfriend until this big party Saturday. My ex, the girl you saw, will be there. I want her to leave me alone. So, do we have a deal?"

His grip lightened and I took the opportunity to duck out of his grasp. I started walking the other way, and called out over my shoulder,

"Sorry, I don't make deals when there is nothing in it for me."

I was about to leave when I heard him say something that caught my attention.

"If you do, I will make Taehyung kiss you."

I froze and started blushing. He knew I had a major crush on his best friend.

I walked back to Jimin, who had an annoying smirk on his face.

"Fine you have a deal."

"Great. Also, being my fake gf and all, we have to do this."

He pinned me against the lockers again, and pushed his lips to mine. I gladly kissed back.

In the background, people were gasping, and I heard and saw many flashes of people taking pictures and videos.

Omg, his lips are so pink, plump, and soft. I could kiss him all day-.

Wait what? Snap out of Y/n.

I finally got back to my senses, and pushed Jimin. I ran all the way to class, that kiss never leaving my head.

(Time skip to party)

It was finally the day I dreaded. Saturday. I was so depressed because this is the last day I see Jimin. Over the past week, I realized something. I think..

I FELL IN LOVE WITH PARK JIMIN.

Yes. I am ashamed. Before Jimin and I "dated", he gave me a specific rule that he and I don't fall in love with each other. Sadly, I broke it.

I lazily got out of bed, and did my hair, makeup, and clothes.

Clothes:

Hair:

Make-up:

As I arrived to the house, I could hear the loud music and bright lights. On the lawn, drunk people were making out. As I walked inside, I definitely regret it. It was worse thsn the inside.

Drunk people were on the dance floor, grinding and dancing as if it was their last. ;) Other people were roughly kissing and sucking off their faces.

I sat down in the bar, and called for a shot of vodka. I took it in one gulp, feeling the liquid burn down my throat.

I felt a presence sit down beside me. I looked to my left, and saw Taehyung sitting there.

I didn't feel any butterflies like I usually did, and by the look on his face, I could tell he didn't want to kiss me at all.

"You know, you can leave. I know you don't even want to be here. Just tell Jimin it went great."

"Yeah I don't. But you won't be sad if I go, right?"

"Yeah, I don't. You can go. Bye."

"Okay. But before I go, you fell in love with Jimin right? It's really obvious."

I choked on my drink.

"Yeah, I did. I know. I'm so stupid."

"Well, you should tell him how you feel. Get it off your chest."

He softly smiled at me.

"I'm sorry. I have to go now. Good luck Y/n. Fighting!"

When he left, I kept thinking about it. The more I did, the more I realized Tae might be right. I should tell Jimin how I feel.

I suddenly got excited. Tonight! Jimin is going to know how I feel. I ran around the house trying to look for him. As I turned a corner into the kitchen, I saw a sight that made my heart completely shatter.

Jimin and his ex girlfriend were making out roughly. His hands were desperately touching every part of her body, and she was kissing back with as much passion.

Tears started pooling my eyes, but I didn't want Jimin to see. I quickly wiped my tears with my hand.

By now, Jimin definitely heard my sniffling, so he stopped and looked at me, shock clearly evident in his eyes.

I ran away before he could muster out another word. I ran away from the house, into the empty night city, no destination in sight. I just wanted to get away from Jimin.

As I was running, I heard someone follow me. I had this weird feeling that it was Jimin.

"Stop following me Jimin. I don't want you here. So leave me alone."

A rough hand pulled me into a dark alleyway, and I was pushed into a brick wall behind me. A dark silhouette immediately started sucking on my neck.

I tried pushing him off, but his grip was too tight.

"Oh I'm not Jimin, sweetie."

His breath stank of alchohol, and he looked like he was in his late fifties.

As he was sucking my neck, I started crying thinking I was going to raped. But I took the opportunity to scream as loud as I could.

The man stopped what he was doing, and looked at me angrily. He raised his hand to slap me, and I closed my eyes of pure instinct.

I waited for a stinging impact, but didn't feel anything. As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw the old man was on the ground, and Jimin on top of him, beating the crap out of him.

Jimin was more muscular, while the old man was more scrawny and skinny, so I knew for a fact the old man would have been beaten to a pulp.

I ran to the fight, and pryed Jimin off him. I took Jimin's wrist and pulled him far away from the scene. I looked at him.

"Y/n. I know this is the last time I will ever see you, but I just wanted to let you know. All the make outs we had weren't fake for me."

"I-i think I fell in love with you.", he whispered.

I gasped, I was really happy. Jimin started walking the other direction. I grew scared. I didnt know what to do, so I shouted,

"I LOVE YOU TOO, PARK JIMIN!"

He quickly turned around, and hesitated before he started sprinting towards me. As soon as he reached me, he smashed our lips together.

This kiss was different compared to others. It was very soft and gentle. I quickly melted into the kiss. We both stopped, catching our breaths.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I wrapped mines around his neck. He connected our foreheads together.

"I love you Min Y/n. Will you be my real girlfriend?"

I widened my eyes, forgetting a major detail. I quickly shook out of his grasp, still having one accusation at him.

"Wait, what about your girlfriend that you were making out with 10 minutes ago?"

He stared at me like I was crazy, then realization hit him. He tried holding my hand, but I jerked away, not wanting his hands that were touching her body. My face turned sour at that thought while Jimin looked hurt by my reflex.

"Let me explain Y/n."

I stepped back from him, allowing space between us two. I nodded, silently urging him to continue his words.

"I swear she did it first. She thought that if you were to see us together, you wouldn't have feelings for me and move on. So she kissed me and made me play along, otherwise her friends vowed to hurt you. I never liked her, only you. Please Y/n. Believe me."

My features softened at his pleading at me. Something in his eyes told me he was telling the truth. His ex did seem like that possessive type. The type that said "if I can't have you then no one can" persona. After thinking about it, I eventually agreed.

"Fine I love you too, and yes I will be your girlfriend. But that means you can't meet or even look at your ex."

He softly laughed at me.

"Of course. She will have to go through me in order to have my girlfriend."