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𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆
𝑹ed locks of a young petite boy bounced slightly side to side, his breath heavy, as he ran ahead. Already feeling exhausted from all the running he did, but nonetheless he still did. Either way, the boy was still late, much to his disapproval.
"Is he already there?"- Red headed asked almost breathlessly as he was still running as fast as his feet would allow him.
He could hear a chuckle on the other line. "No, Tae, slow down before you die and you'll never see him."- The red head could only sign in relief at his best friend's answer.
"I'll die only in his a-arms."- Said male stated, making his best friend roll his eyes jokingly. The red head was completely out of breath before he stopped and bent down a little, resting his hands against his knees.
"But you're right, I feel like s-shit...I need to slow down."- He explained, closing his eyes, holding tightly on to his phone.
"I don't know why you have such a bad luck."- The other let out a loud laugh 'cause of his best friend on the other line, making the red head groan, feeling frustrated.
"Don't remind me. Why the fuck does he have to come whenever I'm not there."- He replied, rolling his eyes sassily.
"I don't know, maybe he has a reason."- The other tried to reason.
"Tae, nobody leaves a rose every day for someone they don't even know, and especially not as a certain time, and when they know you won't be here."- Added the caller, before taking a deep puff of air inside his lungs.
"I know, but it's suspicious, don't you think?"- Asked the red head in deep thought. The other thought for a second before replying wearily.
"Yeah, it's a bit suspicious, but you-"
The sound of the shop's bell went off and a tall, masculine, pale, handsome with a sharp jawline and black raven coloured cropped hair man stepped into the bright shop. A white dress shirt fully unbuttoned, revealing the man's hard, toned chest covered in tattoos. A cigarrette loosely hanging from his mouth.
His aura was strong, it was as if a true blooded alpha just stepped in and made everyone bend down submissively. The man looked scary as hell in Park Jimin's opinion, but sexy as fuck he may add.
"Tae, babe....he's here."- Whispered the stunned male into the phone, quickly averting his gaze from the strong man across from him. In cotrast to the red head, Jimin had already seen the male before, it was the red head who had bad luck here.
"Fuck, talk with him! Give me some time, just start a conversation with him, Jimin please!"- Panicked the other, immediately speeding up his pace.
"Bitch-"- The greenhead murmured under his nose, utter disbelief evident in the tone of his sweet voice. His gaze momentarily trailed across the shop, towards the masculine man. Uncertainty and fear were all he felt when he laid his eyes upon the terrifying man.
"Nope, definitely not talking to him."- The owner added whisper yelling with a shake of his head in disapproval.
"Jiminie please! You know how much I've been waiting for this day, goddamnit!"- The boy begged, desperate to finally meet his secret admirer.
"I'll be there in like two minutes, babe, please!"- The fragile boy pleaded once more, his voice wavering faintly due to all the running.
The greenhead let out a frustrated, low groan, as he pinched the bridge of his nose. But agreed nonetheless. It was his best friend after all. "God- You owe me! now hurry, bitch."-At that, he quickly ended the call.
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𝘽𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀𝙁𝙄𝙀𝙇𝘿 | TK ✔︎
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