The first time I saw Liam Bourbon, he was breaking my
heart. Not in a metaphorical, slow-burn way—but in a literal, game-ending way.
A dodgeball to the chest, straight from his wickedly accurate hands.
“Sorry,” he said, jogging over, all messy curls and
unfairly perfect dimples. “Didn’t mean to take you out.”
I was still on the floor, gasping. From the impact.
Definitely not from the way his hand brushed mine.
“You’re a menace,” I muttered.
*a song by GOT7 that inspires this piece. The lyric goes: shot through the chest I was falling for the shooter.
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