"Sometimes the untitled relationships are the most beautiful ones."
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Mouse died in her mouth.
Someone is jabbing her head, beating her to death.
Or that's what it seemed like.
The crisp sun rays sneak through the window, pouring right on her eyes, making them shine like gold. She groans in irritation and clasps her head. Why did I drink too much? Wait. How the hell I was sleeping so peacefully? Wasn't I supposed to...
"FUCK!FUCK FUCK! NO! IT CAN'T BE HAPPENING! SHIT!" the blasphemous words jump from her mouth as she springs out of the mattress. Her heart pounds in fear looking at the room she is in. The sky blue and white textured walls and plain dark blue curtains, complementing the greyish furniture. The tall, heavy, varnished wooden burst open making her flinch.
He brags in like the fresh waves of the ocean.
"Ocean eyes?" she gawks at him, flabbergast. The burly images flashed in her mind, tilting her head she wordlessly stares at him as slowly the pieces starts to form sense.
With every memory of the previous night, her feet dug in the floor, until she finds herself bypassing the crust, inner core heading straight to the mantle of earth where hot lava of embarrassment burns her.
She grunts burying her puffy face in her tiny hands. It wasn't even a day that she met this guy and yet she is in his apartment. Not to mention that he is the brother of her asshole ex. Gosh, she needs to get away from him before the embarrassment kills her.
"Nothing happened. I swear! You just drank, ate fried chicken, fake cried, sang, screamed, puked, and slept," he shortly says, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his pants.
"I ate what?!" the panic boats her voice, hands flying to cover her mouth.
"Chicken?"
"What the fuck! I am vegetarian!" she growls and again fists her head in her hand. Why did I drink?
"Well, you said it's tasty," the man with ocean eyes mumbles, stuffing his hands in his pocket and biting his lower lip nervously.
"I want to bleach my mouth, " She sighs, "Anyways, I can't have a conversation with you. Let's be clear. Thanks for welcoming my ass into your apartment. Sorry for the trouble. Warn your brother not to show me his face and..... let's not see each other again," her cold voice was barely recognized by her, avoiding eye contact.
Taehyung just stands motionless, watching the girl sigh in frustration again and again. She grabs her phone from the table then sprints out of his apartment like a thunderbolt.
"Hey! You don't have your bra on and nor pants! Get dressed Dr. Lily!" he yells behind her running figure.
Halting dead in tracks, she touches her most possessed part, screaming internally. Stomping into his apartment, Taehyung offered the girl an amused smile and her clothes along with the purse.
"I will let you get dressed," he walks back into his room, giving her privacy.
Why he was being so nice even when I was rude?
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She Ruined Me || Taehyung FF (On Hold)
Fanfiction"She was my ruin, and I knew it and still let her take over me." "Did she break your heart?" Taehyung chuckles, "I wish that was the case. Sometimes, it's not heartbreaks that devast you. But the abyss of love does." _ When Kim Taehyung, the audacio...
