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"You are at the wrong place. This is a restricted area, Princess Min."
It didn't take me long to turn around and look into his dead eyes. Despite his casual statements, I feel the most unwelcome here.
But why would I leave? He does not own the place, thus it is not a restricted area', as he claims.
"I. Am. Not. Going. Anywhere." I replied in the same tone, gritting my teeth together.
But does that affect him? I don't believe so, but I noticed his gaze moving down towards my body.
Absolutely no! I can't forget that my top is torn and I'm nearly bare. Right?
My hands flew to clasp the piece's dead end, joining them together to keep it sturdy till I managed to get out of this place.
Outside, the crowd did not appear to dissipate.
"Look, let's just avoid each other, okay? I hate seeing that face of yours. And why are you telling me to leave as if you own the place?”
He doesn't say anything, which makes me angrier and annoyed. Why doesn't he react?
Wasn't he fighting in the hallways like a street drunkard yesterday?
"About earlier, That slap, I mean, even if it wasn't intended, you deserve it." I try to agitate him, but he refuses to say anything.
His eyes are as dead as the night sea, and he refuses to pay me any attention, which I would have appreciated if I hadn't been angry since one of my favourite shirts had been ruined.
“So I am not going to apologise for slapping you; it was clearly your fault that you were behind me. That might have happened to anyone, but I was the extraordinarily unlucky one."
I shrugged and moved towards the slightly opened door, looking out through the gap in between.
"How did Yoongi become your friend? He's the polar opposite of you; he dislikes violence and fighting. Did you blackmail him into this friendship?"
I am aware that what I am saying is unjust and petty, but I am always like this when I don't like the person in front of me. You can consider it an awful habit I have.
The throng appears to have dispersed by the time I peek out, so I decided to go because I didn't want to get caught by anyone in here.
They might get the wrong concept, and I don't want to get into any kind of dispute.
"Do not stand behind me onwards, well, only if you don't want to get slapped—" Everything happened in a split second, and I could feel my mouth being shut by his palm as he jerked me against the wall behind me.
