Next Morning
Leah's POV
I opened my eyes slowly, squinting them at from the sunlight escaping though the blinds and into my eye. I turned around and grabbed my phone to see that I had waken up late again. Wait-
I flew up from my bed, realising that I had woken up late, as usual. And I woke up early yesterday.. unless it was a dream. Which it obviously was.. since everything has gone back to normal, right? Well.. everything seemed too good to be true anyway.
I threw the sheet off me and lazily got out my bed, unwittingly, and into the bathroom until my phone started vibrating. I looked at my screen to see that it wasn't Shira calling me this time, it was Mom. I can't deal with her right now, she's probably going to tell me to come with her to meet another stupid rich family with a stupid rich son.
I threw my phone on the bed and finally got into the bathroom.
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After showering, I walked into my walk-in closet and picked out whatever was nearest to me. A blue supreme hoodie, black ripped jeans and a pair of black and blue Jordan 1's. Wow.. pretty lucky for just picking out the nearest clothes to me.
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After finally getting ready, I grabbed my car keys and got out my apartment. Just when I was walking towards the elevator, the door next door opened. No-one was living there.. why the hell is it opening- SH*T! I thought last night was a dream.. was it?! F*CK! F*CK! F*CK!
The door opened wide and he came out. Min Yoongi. Was he sent from heaven? Because if he wasn't that would just make me question the whole universe.
"You again." He spoke.
Right.. he hates me.
"Uh.. S-sorry, I was just on my way to school." I said.
What is wrong with me? I sound like a fricking loser who can't stand her own fricking ground. I guess seeing BTS just changes who you are.
I was about to walk off when I realised that just because he was a BTS member, wasn't going to change who I was. I'm a fiesty ass girl who stands her ground whenever she is treated the way she doesn't deserve to be treated and is disrespected. Here goes nothing, "You know what, I'm not going to apologise. What was your problem with me, again?" I asked him.
I'm going to regret this. I'm going to regret this. I'm going to regret this.
"What?" He said, holding a bag of trash in his hand.
I sighed, "You can't tell me who I can and cannot be friends with." I said quickly.
He stared at me coldly without saying anything, "I don't care."
Huh?
"What?"
"I came to take the trash out." He said.
Doesn't he remember anything he said yesterday?
"Uh..-"
"I still stand by my word though."
Sh*t, he does remember.
"Listen, Suga of BTS, I don't care who you are, but don't tell me what to do!" I raised my voice.
What the f*ck did I just do..
His eyes widened for a second, "I couldn't care less about what you think. What I care about is who hurts Jungkook's feelings." He said.
"Excuuse me? Hurt his feelings? Why an earth would I even do that? I've only known him for a few hours and you're already making up these theories of how we're going to have some relationship and that I'm going to dump him and break his heart and blah blah blah. Who are you, his father?" I got annoyed at him.
