I Want to Break Up with Park Jimin [BTS]

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In a nutshell: I'm jealous of myself.

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Wait, this is a thing?

She wakes up one morning and goes from being a D-list star to a nationally beloved, treasure-level celebrity in Country H.

And as a bonus, she gets a soft and cuddly national-treasure idol for a fiance.

It's like going to bed as a new employee and waking up as someone who owns hundreds of apartments.

One word: Awesome!

The door clicks open. Bai Lu, rolling around by the coat rack, is pulled into the man's arms as he bites her lip.

Bai Lu: "Waaah, soft and cuddly my foot! He's terrifying! Should I just break up with him?"

But...

She hits him, and he won't go away. Instead, he holds her hand and blows on it, worried that it hurts.

She yells at him, and he still won't leave. He brings her a glass of water and feeds it to her, afraid she'll get thirsty.

She just gives him a perfunctory little pout, and damn it, he kisses her until her lips swell.

The whole world is wishing them well. The whole world is waiting for them to get married.

What should she do? Maybe she should just make do and stay with him?

No! No! I want to break up with Park Jimin!

Because he loves "me" too much, and I'm so jealous!

Park Jimin: "It took so much effort to win my wife over, and now she's putting on another little show. I'll just play along. What else can I do? She's the only one for me."

A note before reading:

Actually, Bai Lu has already succeeded in her career. On the third day after sending off the System, she trips on level ground at home, hits her head, and regains her memories from before she was reborn.

It's all about showing off their love. The dumpling dotes on his wife like crazy. The story is short, so enjoy it while you can, hahaha.

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Born Rebellious (Entertainment Industry) << (Click the author's profile to go straight there)

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Bu Gu was born rebellious. Her father doesn't love her, her mother doesn't care for her, and all she has is a fat wallet.

YG, S.M., and JYP all turn her away.

The System wants her to debut in a group and become an idol, but she insists on going solo overseas.

The System tells her to focus on singing, but she insists on making a little trouble.

Isn't it strange that someone born so rebellious ends up making a fortune?

System: "Listen to me. Hop on this bandwagon and do exactly as I say, and you'll definitely make it big. Got that?"

Bu Gu: "Mm-hmm, sure. I'll get right on it. First, I'm going to shoot a TV drama."

System: "You're still making movies? Why did you stop? This one's got a great team!"

Bu Gu: "Are you trying to tell me what to do?"

Bu Gu is the sort of person who goes west when you tell her to go east.

If you think something will work, she thinks it won't.

If everyone else says something is great, she insists there's a problem.

But in the end, the road east is full of thorns, and just because everyone says something is great doesn't mean you should listen to them all.

Believe in yourself, make it onto the Gallup list, become an artist, win a Grammy, and break into Hollywood.

Now tell me, is she capable or not?

What to keep in mind:

Relying on yourself is better than relying on others.

Everyone has a one-sided crush on her. In the early and middle stages, our girl stands on her own. Her romantic endgame can be considered later. Staying single for life isn't out of the question, so be prepared.

This is a career-focused, feel-good story about leveling up. Gu Gu gets involved in all sorts of things and does them all well. That's what makes it satisfying.

One more warning: there's also the most useless System in history, a textbook example of what not to do.

The timeline will be heavily altered to fit the plot, and the author has their own headcanon. Please treat this as a parallel universe. The author reserves all rights to interpret the story.

More surprises await in the author's profile.

Theme: The best thing is when I like you, and you happen to like me too.