𝓛.𝓓𝓗
𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐮
Different people, different worlds but somehow they end up being quite the same with slight differences just like a
𝒹ℯ𝒸𝒶𝓁𝒸ℴ𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝒶...
"I know but I can't resist myself to wait"
Started: 02/12/21
Finished: 07/27/21
"she a psychic... She don't wanna fuck she wanna make love"
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The brunette girl was changing her clothes it being 3:30, she didn't have much gym clothes only a sports bra, a pair of leggings, and a lot of shorts or baggy sweats.
She decided to put on the black sports bra that lifted her breasts into a comfortable place for movement. Sliding on the black shorts that accentuated her curves and some sneakers.
Putting her hair in a bun, strands forming to the sides of her face.
"Haechan?" She had entered his room, the boy no where to be seen.
"I'm in the closet" his voice coming out loud.
Walking up to him. He was done changing the sweats and short sleeve shirt falling on his body.
Looking her up and down he spoke "Uh...go change we need to be there in 10 minutes"
"I am changed" the girl looked down to her clothes not seeing anything wrong with them.
"You're not going like that, 22 men will be in the same room with you." Throwing her one of his shirts.
"Oh come on! I'll put it on but if it gets too hot I'm taking it off" she warned him, putting on the shirt covering her up.
"I'll make sure it doesn't get hot" grabbing her waist he led them out the door and into the basement members all soon gathered around.
"Let's divide, shotaro go with yuta, sungchan go with jeno. Jeongha go with haechan for 2 hours then with jisung for another 2, everyone else get to work"
All the members where divided some on the ring, others on the targets and guns and some on the daggers side with the moving mannequins.
The hackers where in a corner many monitors by their sides, building up their system.
The medic team were training with the rest.
Jeongha and haechan had gone to his target space, situated in the center of the row.
"Which one do you like?" He pointed to the guns by the glass doors.
Admiring them she grabbed a handgun with minimalistic details that made it look beautiful. Her hands wrapping around it's grip like a perfect fit.
"This one's pretty" looking up to him a smile of adoration on his face.
"It was made for you" he said, grabbing ammo he passed it to her.
