"FAKE ASS BITCH!" Jimin screamed at the TV screen, as he watched a video of your interview, then turning at you, as you sipped your wine and laughed with him.

You and Jimin were enemies, since your parents were conveniently best friends. Both of us had tried killing eachother before, even in your early 20s, you both still do. He always had a pocket knife in his back pocket, so did you. The two of you would still threaten eachother with the knife.

—×— "Damn, bitch, are you fake. This is the shittiest thing I've ever watched." Jimin laughed as he chugged his wine, unbuttoning his shirt, giving you a glimpse of his kiss mark tattoo on his left pec. Wine brought the two of you together, from stealing it from your parents liquor cabinet since you were 16 and 17 to owning one of your own. You were a popular producer and he owned a bike company, you two had a pretty good income.

"You bitchass, your dress looks like a dead roach." He laughed as he pulled out his phone as he took a picture of you on the TV, as you tried to steal it away and whined.

"Shut up, bitch. You love me."