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                        𓂃⋆ KIM TAEHYUNG ⋆𓂃

I was never the kind of boy who could hurt anyone with me words and have a peaceful sleep. Not was i the one who used silent treatment to hurt someone. But after that night i changed.

I learned to keep my mouth shut when others didn't appreciate my words or pay attention to mr.What was the use of shouting when no one was listening?

What was the use of caring when no one asked me of i well being? I was cleaning the utensils when i heard his voice.

Jk: Do I need to tell you again and again?? I think you didn't take my warning seriously last time.....

Jk: You dare call me again or my secretary or anyone related...I swear you will not like the consequences

I refused to look up at him but i could hear him come to the kitchen making my heart beat faster.

It's been 2 days since that night and both were giving each other silent treatment. I was determined not to talk to him when he hated me so much.i could hear his steps stop just behind me and my hands started shaking from anxiety.

Why was he standing so close? What does he want? But to my surprise, i saw his arm stretch over my head as he leaned on me to take out a glass from the cupboard above me.

His body was touching me ear and i turned around to escape from him.my head hit his chest as soon as i turned.
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                        𓂃⋆ JEON JUNGKOOK ⋆𓂃

I looks down to find he looking flushed and angry.his eyes were cast down and his hands placed on the counter to escape my touch.

I lingered a little longer to watch if his silence was going to break today but it didn't.i finally moved back holding the glass and turned my back on him.

My retreating steps were heard and he sprinted from the kitchen to escape my presence. he was playing hide and seek with me for the last two days and refused to speak to me.

It's not like i asked him something but he wasn't doing his usuals monologue chatter near me anymore.

On one side it was a good thing. My house was peaceful again with no disturbances. But on the other his walking around like a ghost irritated me.

It looked like he had not combed his hair in the last two days and the clothes he wore were just so disgusting.If a guest tends to come all of a sudden he will think of he to be a household maid.

His loose jeans were too loose on his waist and thighs.

The tops he wore looked like t-shirts and not to forget his black sneakers. I hated those cheap sneakers of him.

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