₊˚ꕥ 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀
in which 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐘𝐍 falls for one of 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐒 friends, 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 ₊˚
check out book 1 on my profile if you haven't already!
layout mildly inspired by 𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐢𝐧𝐠
book started 𝟓.𝟐...
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THE ONLY THING that could be heard at that moment was her phone buzzing. Mila looked at her phone with a puzzled expression as she looked at the unknown number.
she slowly clicked the green button and put the phone up to her ear, "hello?"
"hello? is this Mila?" the man uttered, his voice warm and soft.
"Yes.. this is she.." she replied hesitantly, a slight hint of stutter in her voice.
"hey its han, kim gave me your phone number." he replied. she could just imagine his smile over the phone
"of course she did. she can never keep shit to herself." "Haha! well i asked her for it anyway." "you did..?" "yup! i wanted to talk to ya."
Mila froze, her stuttering getting worse.
"A-About what..?" she muttered, trying to act as calm as possible.
"nothing special.. i was just wondering if you still wanted to go on that one night stand." "are you asking me out?" "maybe.. but answer the question."
Mila scoffed, a hint of excitement in her voice. it felt so hard to believe.
"Yea.. i do.." she uttered. it felt so.. awkward.
"MILA WAKE THE FUCK UP" Kim said threatening, shaking her violently.
"WHAT WHAT OH MY GOD" Mila exclaimed, sitting up as her heart beat rapidly
"you mom called, she wants to see you home asap." "of course she fuckin does." "HAHA" "that old hag can slit."
Kim wheezed, holding her stomach as she fell to the floor dramatically
"ARE YOU OK??" "YEA-"
Mila laughed at her, getting up off the bed and helping her up off the floor
"i guess ill get dressed" "yea. ill drive you home." "alright."
Kim left the room to give her some privacy, while Mila went over to the edge of her bed, grabbed her clothes and started changing.
but somewhere, deep inside her heart. she wished that dream was real.
