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"You are going to be the death of me one day." He mumbled, eyes looking into yours with such deep compassion that no one could ever rally.
"You think so?" You asked, a playful smile on your lips.
"I know so." He replied instantaneously, his eyes...
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[^Namjoon in the pic is the perfect description of a word that starts with an S and ends with a Y. . . . . . What were you guys thinking? I meant SHY
P.S.; This chapter was originally written on Valentine's day.
You'll see why]
"Why, you hoe... You have no fucking sense of gratitude, do you?"
Taehyung's eyes widened at the man's language. His eyes darted between the man and you, who seemed shocked but, surprisingly, not offended.
"That is a very interesting way to greet a friend." You crossed your arms across your chest, mirroring the pose the handsome man stood in.
"Friend?" He scoffed. "Friends don't leave the apartment all of a sudden leaving back nothing but a lame note that says 'thank you for everything'." The man glared at you.
"Um, Y/N...?" Taehyung finally spoke out.
"Relax, V, I'm not gonna steal your girlfriend." The man laughed.
"Shut up, you manwhore." You spat out.
"Bitch." The man rolled his eyes.
"Taehyung, meet Kim Jihyuk, an old friend of mine. And, Jihyuk, meet Taehyung." You introduced the both.
"Are you sure I was just a friend?" Jihyuk smirked.
"Oh, please..." You groaned.
"Uh, it was nice meeting you, I guess. Anyways, Y/N, I've got an early schedule and I gotta go." Taehyung spoke with an apologetic look on his face.
"No problem, I've got some catching up to do." You smiled in reassurance.
"Okay then, see you later." Taehyung waved as he jogged away.
"Woo, you're whipped." Jihyuk teased.
"You're seriously telling me I'm whipped? What about you? Still the golden playboy slash fuckboy?" You teased back.
"I own that title with pride, darling~" He said in a sing song tone, spreading his arms dramatically. "You know I do." He winked, making you slap his arm. "I'm mad at you though. Like, seriously mad."
"Oh, come on, I had a reason to do it."
"What possible reason could you have for leaving the flat with no warning?!"
When you had turned eighteen and legal and were done with school, you had run away from your step-brother's house in Daegu. You came to Seoul with the little money and clothes you had managed to grab. But, once you had reached the city, you realized you had nowhere to go.
