𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍 || windbreaker.

002 𝐦𝐩𝐡

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 nor the swelling on your face hasn't gone away. You should have left them to rott, you weren't a fighter. You just knew how to fix bikes, you let out another sigh as you rub your cheek.

"JEEZ, WATCH WHERE YOU SWING THAT FILTHY MOP YOU CRAZY OLD BAT."

"I'm so sorry really." The women who was getting scolded croaked out meekly as she dips her head low.

"Hey, it was an accident." You began to feel annoyed, the worker had already apologized.

"Why are you blowing this out of proportion?" You sneered moving to stand in front of the worker, just in case the lady did something rash.

"Sweetie let's just go."

"YOU KNOW NOTHING, MOVE!?!" The lady screamed yanking herself from the man's hold. Lifting her hand up to slap the worker. Your head turned to the side,

Great, now my other cheek stings.

"MOM!" You looked over, to where the voice came from.

That's the guy from last week.

"Who's this trailer trash."

Without a word, he picked up the mop before slamming it down. The mop let out a loud snap as the end broke off.

"YOU CRAZY BITCH! SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!" He lunged at her, his mom quickly got up and held him.

"IS HE INSANE!? WHY THE HELL IS HE FREAKING OUT ON US THEY'RE BOTH PATHETIC!?"

"SAY THAT AGAIN?!" Something must have snapped in him as he lost all self-control.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!?!"

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You found yourself sighing once more, when you heard the knob shift. Sluggishly you made your way towards the door.

Opening it with a yawn, the person standing in the doorway was not who you had expected.

"Oh, Shelly! I didn't know you're back in Korea." You stated nonchalantly.

"y/n!! I missed you!" She threw herself at you and started to sob on your chest.

"There...there." You patted her back as she sobbed.

You stayed that way for a while until she stopped her crying. After she had calmed down, the door be rang again.

"Who is it?"  Shelly called out, her arms crossed over her chest.

"It's Jay, I came to talk to you for a minute." A voiced called from the other side of the door.

You couldn't understand why Shelly was so insistent on you coming along, the air was heavy. You rubbed ur arm feeling out of place.

With trembling hands, Jay reached into his jacket. His face red, as he pulled out a rose.

"S-shelly." He looked away, already feeling the embarrassment get to him. Dropping the rose on the bench, he stiffly got up from it and was about to walk away.

"Did you seriously come here to give me this? I've never been so shocked in my life, hearing a guy tell me to "Screw off." Did you honestly think this stupid flower would make me feel better?"

"Then what am I supposed to do?" He questioned, rubbing the back of neck while awkwardly shifting in place.

"Don't even bother, y/n already agreed to do me a favor indeed of you. So you're forgiven." Shelly was quick to reply, she wasn't gonna give in to some guy just because he gave her a flower. Even though she badly wanted too.

"HUH?! WHEN DID I AGREE-?!" Your words were cut off as a hand was slapped against your mouth. Any words that came from your lips were incomprehensible as it was muffled against Shelly's palm.

You got to be kidding.

Rolling your eyes, you struggled to peel her hand away from you mouth.

"What kind of favor?"

"Starting tomorrow, y/n is gonna be my girlfriend."

"W-What?!" Every single person who was within earshot, had dropped what they were previously doing and gawked at Shelly. Already over the situation, you just sat there on the bench with your arms hanging off from the sides.

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"Welcome-" You cut yourself off, you didn't expect to see him again. It was twice in one day. "You're Vinny, right?"

Ignoring, your question he stuffed his left hand in his pocket. "I came to sell a bike. How much would you give me for this?"

Rude. You felt your brow twitch. Faking a smile, "My sister isn't here right now, so let me see."

Placing the rag you were holding down, you squatted taking in the little details of his bike.

"A spinergy front wheel set with a carbon frame. Mmm, it's pretty old but in decent condition." You hummed to yourself, while trailing a finger down his bike.

"I'll take it for $$$"

"Alright."

"But why do you want to sell it? Are you quitting? Or getting a new bike?" If you remember correctly this guy liked bikes as much as the other guys.

"Just give me the money."

This punk. Once again you felt your brow twitch, you weren't gonna last long if he kept this up.

"Ok, give me a minute." You glanced at him, before going to the back to fetch the money.

When you came back he was already gone. The biking poster was ripped off and there was a note.

'Thanks.' A small smile graced your lips.

Maybe he isn't so bad.