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I was peeking at his kitchen. Even the stool I was sitting on seemed more expensive than my entire body on the black market. I am so out of place. Taehyung opened the fridge, took the strawberries out and placed them on the counter, right in front of me.
T: They are just stools...
He mumbled. how did he do that? Can he now read my mind or something. Dispecable Mind reader! I pouted and crossed my arms while glancing at him finally occupying the stool next to mine.
Y/n: Idiot...
I mumbled to myself, more like whispering but Taehyung probably heard and so he scoffed.
T: Would an idiot be able to solve this question correct?
He cockily dusted off his one shoulder and brushed the notebook on top of the counter and closer to me. I only had to take a tiny glimpse to realise something was wrong.
Y/n: No... apparently...
T: What do you mean?
Y/n: Listen to me carefully, I am gonna say it once...
I leaned towards the notebook but he seemed to busy staring at my eyes than listening to what I am explaining. Is he even paying attention to me?
Y/n: Are you even listening?
T: Aha... But I also noticed a zit on your forehead and-
I couldnt take it anymore so I just grabbed the notebook and hit him with it. I cant believe I am pouring my energy out to help him pass the class and he just stares at zits on my forehead.
T: I am kidding I am kidding...
He was giggling while getting hit. What is the funny thing? I am literally mad at him. Just to lighten up the mood he grabbed a strawberry and brought it closer to me.
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