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[ Third Person Pov ]

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[ Third Person Pov ]

    “I said hold your fucking horses!”

Jieun had spent the whole night moving into her new apartment and damn was she happy about it. Freshman year was the worst, the college didn't really have a wholesome dorm and it pained her just how poor the maintenance was. That's why she had worked extra hard to rent an apartment on the complex not too far from school. Ah, the dream.

“What is it? What do you want?” she mumbled, rubbing the sleep off her eyes.

“My name is Seungmin, I am your personal Cupid, where should I put my stuff?”

Jieun's eyes immediately shut open, all form of sleep long gone, like our sanity. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” she blocked his path, arms spreading apart. “Who are you?”

“Your report didn't say anything about being deaf,” the black haired hummed thoughtfully, rethinking if he skipped anything. When he was certain, he shrugged. “Now if you may excuse me, these bags are heavy!”

“You can't enter my house, you. . . you. . .” the female trailed off, observing every part of him. From his charcoal black hair to his soft eyes, even his lips pursed in anticipation. He was the complete mixture of angel and demon at the same time. “You hobo!”

“I have a mansion at Love haven, you are the hobo.”

Jieun snapped her fingers. “That's it, I drank too much and this is just a dream,” she shut her eyes, trying to wake up, but that was interrupted when she heard footsteps echoing in her living space. “Hey, hey, hey! Get out,” she ran towards the taller, grabbed his collar and attempted to pull him out.

But he stood rooted to the ground, not a single part of his body moving. “According to the handbook I'm supposed to stay right by your side, am I doing something wrong?”

“Yes, you are wrong! Who are you?”

“Kim Seungmin?”

“I don't know a Kim Seungmin!” Jieun paused. “I do know a Kang Seungkwan.”

“Nope, not me,” the black haired shrugged, walking off with his bags.

“Get back here! That's my room!”

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Blame my sister for this 👀
It wasn't a request, but she said something that triggered me to write a fluffy book 👀

Excuses excuses

Anyways hi, and welcome brethren.

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3: Allow me to introduce my good friend, bouncer Lee (> •-•)> ⭐💬 he a real tough guy, don't mess with him. He'll be taking your votes and comments.

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6: let's see how it goes.
Happy readings!
Cya💙

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