Once upon a time, a carefree girl met with a fearless boy.
In which their faith were entangled in prickles of blue roses, waiting to bloom in universe that's non-existent.
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✨ fluff with a lil spice of angst
✨ some comedy
✨ idk just read and you'll...
Searching for the voice, I scamper around the cafeteria and eventually found Myunghee, waving her hands among the chattering crowd. Areum and Soomin seem to have devoured their Jjajangmyeon while Yunyeong grumpily sips her black tea. Bet Myunghee forbids her from drinking soda.
Sighing loudly, shoulders slumps and head down, I slowly approach them and take my seat beside Yunyeong.
"Hey, what's with the bad mood?" Myunghee curiously asks, feeling the drastic changes of mood on the table.
"Yeah! I haven't seen you all day! Could it be that we don't have the same class?" Yunyeong joins the conversation.
"I guess... but I'm late today, so I went to the detention room. In other words, I haven't attended any of the morning classes" I huff, blowing several strains of hair away.
Areum spontaneously laughs, "Wait, what? On the first day of school?"
Soomin immediately elbows her, shushing her off. Being a quick-witted girl, I mouth her a 'thank you' and continue to sip my strawberry milk.
Myunghee then murmurs, "I thought you and your brother always go to school together? I saw him this morning, tho."
Speaking of the devil... Screw it. I'll expose him now.
"I know, right!? He didn't even bother to wake me up! That imbeci-"
"But I did wake you up, princess."
A low familiar groan cuts me off, sending shivers down my spine.
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Knowing whose voice it was, my breath hitched in shock, leaving no words coming out from my mouth. I shut my eyes tightly, bracing myself for whatever's going to happen. Still feeling overwhelmed due to the extreme trepidation, I slowly turn around only to be greeted by an angry Jimin. His hooded eyes are fixed on me, piercing deeply through my soul. The air around us becomes thick, causing my chest to tighten as anxiety washes my body.
"Ji-jimin."
That's the only word I muster until the devil decides to shut me up.
"And yet you talk about me that way, Y/N."
Crap. Crap. Crap. Jimin knows I'm talking shit about him.
There's a conflict inside me on whether I should just stand on my feet and defend myself OR take back what I said, say sorry and be ready to be punished.
Honestly, furious Jimin isn't the man you want to mess up with.
Either way, he'll take his revenge for bad-mouthing him so...
