The Bet | Jungkook

Tᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ Mᴇᴇᴛs Lɪʟʏ

Taehyung's P.O.V
It's not easy just getting over someone you had fallen in love with. Maybe about a year ago I would laugh at the statement, but no it wasn't funny.

I was deleting all the pictures I had took of Yuna. They were painful to look at, because of the memories that came with them. She chose Jungkook I accepted that. Jungkook had changed into a better person for her, he was finally happy. And for that I had to be happy because my best friend has actually started to smile again.

Falling for the same girl, uht uht I don't recommend.

"Hey stranger what you up to?" A girl says, entering the college campus photography room.

"And you are?" I question, throwing the pictures into the trash can.

"I'm Lilly, you're Kim Taehyung right?" She asks.

"Why?" I ask.

"Geez, nobody told me you were such an asshole." She mutters, and I roll my eyes.

"I'm a transfer, and you're my mentor." She says, holding out her hand for me to shake.

"No." I deadpanned, and she lowers her hand and she scoffs.

"You can't deny me. You're the only person in here...and I'm into photography." She says, crossing her arms.

"I don't care to be a mentor to another photographer." I tell her.

"Besides I'm busy I don't care to worry about you." I add.

Lilly walks over towards the trash can and takes out the pictures from there. I tried to reach for them, but she backs up.

"She's so beautiful." She whispers.

"Why are you throwing away these?" She asks, and I don't answer her as I start to pack up my equipment.

"I'll share these to the world quit it with the jerk add I'm over it." She snaps, and I groan.

"It's a friend of mine." I answer.

"I can see the hurt in your eye, she was more than a friend at one point of time huh?" She asks, and I look at Lilly.

And I finally look at her, she was a foreigner. She was indeed beautiful. She was brown skin, and she had long braids in her head. She wore a black pencil skirt, exposing her thick thighs and the butterfly tattoo on her left thigh. She also wore a white crop top, her black belly button ring also had a butterfly on it.

"Butterflies huh?" I change the subject, and she smirks.

"Okay...fioneeee..." she says, throwing the pictures into the trash can again.

"I won't bring it up again, if you be a nice mentor." She suggests, and I roll my eyes.

"Whatever." I tell her.

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"So why did you come to Korea?" I ask her, as studies more of my work.

"It's so beautiful here, I fell in love with the culture." She says, admiring my work.

"The people here give me a hard time though, maybe because I'm African American." She whispers.

"I'm sorry about that." I say, as I watch her place one of my pictures into her notebook.

"What—?" I ask, and she chuckles.