Nalani and Taehyung were dating for a good 2 years. And broke up due to Taehyung's ex and anytime they would get into an argument he would always go and talk to her about it. And she would always tell him to him to break up with Nalani and Nalani go...
Right now I am going to the corner store right quick just to get some snacks. I have my cousin Prince coming over so he can do my wig. But he likes to stay over for longer and watch movies with me. So I'm just picking up snacks so he can't complain about how I never have anything to eat.
I'm walking because walking is good for you right? And because I'm bored as hell. So I thought it would be fun to walk and listen to music. I got my wallet and my phone and my airpods and left out of my house.
I live in a one story house. It's small but not really small to the point where it's too damn cramped in there. I have just enough for me. And one more person honestly, but I don't like people so I don't live with anyone.
I started walking trying to find the first song to listen too but I was having a hard time finding one and I was just looking at my phone not paying attention.
And bumped right into someone.
"Shit. I am so sorry." I said picking up my phone standing up. And looked up at who I bumped into. He is a little tall.
"Nah you good." He said licking his lips.
"Goddamn." I said looking at him and he laughed.
"Anyway. I gotta go." I said trying to get away from him cause the way he was looking at me was a little soul snatching.
"Wait. What's your name?" He asked grabbing my wrist.
"Nalani." I said.
"That is so cute." He said making me smile.
"Can I get your number?" He asked.
"I don't even know your name. Damn." I said making him laugh.
"Taehyung. How old are you?" He asked.
"21." I said.
"Yea. Most definitely give me your number." He said making me laugh and I held out my hand for his phone. And he quickly got it giving it to me.
"Now give me your phone so you can't trick me and never talk to me." He said making me laugh and I gave him my phone.
"Actually why even get your number. I am gonna take you on a date later tonight." He said making me laugh again.
"You are really bold." I said.
"You'll learn to like that about me. But seriously. I am gonna take you out at 8. Does that sound good?" He said.
"I mean...yea. Yea." I said nodding and he smiled.
"Okay. See you then Nalani." He said running to a car I'm guessing and hoping is his car.
I went to the corner store not even believing the odds of me meeting this fine ass dude when I'm going to the corner. He has a lot of tattoos especially on his neck and his arm. I'm wondering if this nigga in a gang or something.
I got some snacks and went back to my house. And like 10 minutes later my cousin Prince came and I let him in.
"Prince. Guess who the fuck I met." I said all excited to tell him.
"Nicki Minaj? Cause if you met Mrs. Onika Maraj-Petty and didn't call me. We're gonna fight." He said.
"No. No. I would have fainted. But no. I met this fine ass dude. His name is Taehyung." I said.
"Is he really fine? Cause your taste in men is a little iffy." He said.
"No. Like he's really fine fine. I don't have a picture but he said he is taking me on a date later tonight. So maybe we'll take picture and I can show you tomorrow." I said.
"A date? Let me hurry up and do a bitch wig already. My bitch is going on a date. Does he have money? Does he have a car?" He asked.
"I saw him leave in a Mercedees. So we'll see." I said getting the chair. I sat down and he started on my wig. And I got this.
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I took pictures and paid Prince for my wig. And then it was almost time for Taehyung to pick me up. But I didn't know if he was actually serious about the date or if he forgot. Because honestly I was getting all in my head thinking it was too good to be true.
But right when I was about to text him he texted me. Asking where he wanted him to pick me up. So I just texted him down the block and around the corner from where I actually live because I technically don't really know him. And it's bad enough I'm getting in the car with this man.
I was looking in my closet for clothes and then realized he never told me where we were going. So I just asked him how I should dress. And he told dress a little fancy. So I wore this.
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I did my makeup and put on some lipgloss and Prince was hyping me up.
"Bitch. This is the look. You are going to bring this man to his knees looking this damn good." He said making me laugh.
"Stop." I said covering my mouth.
"Okay. You gotta go so I gotta go. Just in case things come back to your place if you know what I mean." He said winking and nudging me and I glared at him.
"I do not just fuck the first guy I see." I said rolling my eyes fixing my lash in the mirror.
"Friend. You don't fuck anyone. I've only ever heard of you fucking 2 guys. And that was years ago." He said.
"And there is a reason for that." I said.
"But I know there are cobwebs on that thing." He said making me cover my mouth.
"Never. I got a dildo and a vibrator. And I keep it waxed." I said making him laugh.
"Yuhhh. As you should." He said high fiving me making me laugh. Prince helped me fix some things with my outfit and finally left so I could leave too.
I did the finishing touches and got my bag and my phone and stuff and left out. Walking to the place I told him to meet me at.
And I'm glad I left when I did cause like 5 minutes later he came. And he got out the car and opened it for me.
"Let me hold the door for you lookin this fine." He said making me laugh as he held my hand as I got in the car and I felt him looking at my ass and I laughed again sitting down.
"Don't make no damn sense to look that good." He said closing the door for me.
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