Taehyung went to library to spend all of her free time there. Perhaps, she is just escaping the bitter truth. She is afraid to learn the truth about Jungkook having an affair with his ex-girl friend/ first love.
She is reading the story entitled "His wedding designer". She just loves the storyline. She is getting emotional as she continued on reading the story.
Then someone handed him some tissue. She used it to wiped away her tears. After relaxing a little bit. That's the time when she finally got the chance to say thanks to the owner of the tissue.
"Thank y---... Jimin? What are you doing here? Isn't it lunch time already?"
"Same goes with you. Isn't it lunch time already? *Smirks playfully* Why are you spending your time alone, especially here? And you're even crying for a worthless story. Seriously."
"Well, sorry Mr. Park Jimin. But, you don't have a say to whatever I wanted to do with my free time. I can spend it on whatever activity or work I wanted too. And... You don't call this story worthless, especially when you only saw the cover page. So, if you don't have anything else. Quit with it, okay already. Don't go to library, coz it doesn't suit a person like you."
"A person like me? And what could you possibly mean by that?"-he looks offended.
"You are friends with Jeon Jungkook, aren't you? He is a heartless playboy, so it only means that, you are also the same with him."-Taehyung said those words out of her thoughts.
"I thought, we are friends already..."-Jimin muttered out of nowhere with sadness in it, radiating from his voice.
Taehyung was taken aback. He looked at Jimin who found his way out of the library. Taehyung sighed out of frustration. She made up her mind to apologize to Jimin in the second class that they've got together.
She is about to leave the library and go to her second class, when suddenly her hands was dragged away from the library up to the rooftop.
She was so shocked by the fact that someone is dragging her up to the rooftop. She is shocked, and afraid at the same time at the stranger, who is wearing some mask.
"P-please. I am begging you. I'm just a worthless person. You can't get anything from doing anything to me."-she said trying to plead her kidnapper or so.
"And what if, I said that I can do anything to you?"-the person stated, as he crosses the distance between them. Their faces is just an inches away from each other. Then the said person chuckled and pinched Taehyung's face. "You're still cute, Taehyungie."
"Taehyungie?"-Taehyung asked dumbfoundedly.
Then the person removed his masked off his face, revealing a very handsome creature.
"Bogumie-oppa?!"-she stated surprisingly and then jumped to the person with such force.
"Yahh! Easy kid... "-but he answered with tight embrace anyway balancing them together.
After some moment, they are both relaxed now as they are sitting side by side together at the rooftop.
"Oppa, I thought you are not coming back this year?"-Taehyung asked while pouting. "I really missed you. I thought, you really hated me for agreeing to the marriage proposal. I even hated myself because you left our house because of me. Dad misses you alot... We all missed you. You pabo! You left the house not saying any word about, why did you leave us? I blamed myself..."-her eyes started to form some tears.
"Yaah! I'm still your oppa(brother), don't call me pabo, okay? And besides. I felt betrayed too. You decided without telling me first about it. You are my young princess, I wasn't ready to give you to some spoiled brat and undeserving Prince. Yet, you made up your decision already. It hurt me, don't you know?_____ But when I attended at your wedding, I couldn't bring myself to show up because I thought that you hated me for not agreeing. That's why, when I saw how happy you are. It made me relaxed."
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FanfictionAn untold love story that is yet to redefine your own concept of what True love meant in real life. A story wherein, a cold-hearted guy, who doesn't believe in love, after his first break up and who promised to not fall in love ever again with someo...