quiet // taeyong ff

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i blew the smoke in, the strong  smell of weed stuck to the air

and i can his eyes

glued to me

he's not happy

oh well

everyone's laughing, speaking, having fun

i can now feel he presence getting closer towards him

and now i can feel his hand grab onto my shoulder,

"meet me in the bathroom," he whispered

ok then

wierd

i slowly got up and follow him towards the bathroom, the weed hasn't really kicked in yet but whatever.

he's just there, leaning on the wall, hands folded and eyes glued on me

i walked in the bathroom, honestly it's as of the air changed, it was filled with heavy tension as he slowly kicked the door closed with his foot.

"wha-"

"what the hell," he said with a stern voice

"what?"

"what are you trying to die? smoking all that weed, the fuck are you doing,"

shock

honestly

shock

"what?" i questioned, "so what you can smoke weed all day with your friends but i can't?"

"no because its going to fucking harm you," he said with a steady voice, eyes piercing into mine

"so fucking what? it harms you more than me fuck knows what your lungs look like"  i said getting closer to him, our lips were so close to touching it was like the anger was pulling us closer

he softly placed his hand onto my jaw, brushing his thumb against it, he was angry but still being careful

so hot

he lips harshly pressed onto mine, pushing me into the door as our lips milder together

it was filled with anger but love

i don't even know

i don't even know anymore