After we had lunch with you that day, I began to hate you less and less. I became less of a snob and occasionally (if I was in a good mood) I would smile when you greeted me in music club. After about two months we got comfortable and reached that "I can trust you with my embarrassing childhood stories" stage.
One time we were assigned to practice a solo together for the talent show. We were in the practice room and I was trying to recall the chords for the song we had to perform. You were giving me this weird look. I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable at your stare. "What?" I asked trying to hide my face.
"You know you're really pretty when you play guitar." You said.
"What?" I repeated. Did I hear you right?
"I said your best friend is hot. Give me her number. I'm gonna ask her out." You chuckled at my response.
"Yeah. She'd love that actually." I laughed.
'Can you say that again? The one about me being really pretty.' It would've been too selfish of me if I had said that out loud.
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speak | taehyung
Fanfic"can you make out somewhere else, someone here is suffering from heartbroken-itis" in which 01395 meets 01496 in the school bathroom
