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"Taeyong! Stop ignoring me!" I yell at Taeyong who hasn't said a word to me since we left school. We entered my house and he just kept walking.
"I'm not ignoring you, I just don't want to talk to you right now." Taeyong replied, continuing to walk. He walks into his room before shutting the door loudly.
During the rehearsal after class today, Taeil and I were practicing our lines and all of the sudden Taeil grabs a strand of my hair and he smells it! Like a freaking weirdo! Taeyong got so mad that he started to ignore me. This all happened after he tried to pick a fight with Taeil... once again.
I don't even know why he gets like this. I mean, yeah, we're friends... but are we that good of friends for him to be acting like this?
"Taeyong come on!" I shout, banging on his door. "Talk to me." I continued to knock but he wouldn't even answer me. "Stop being such... such a... Girl!" I yell. I then hear his bed squeak. Uh oh, wrong choice of words.
Taeyong opens the door. "What was that?"
I close my mouth before scratching my head. "Nothing, bruh." I said before turning around ready to leave.
Taeyong pulls me back. "If you want me to stop being a "girl" then you stop being a girl."
"Huh?" I question in confusion. "I don't think you noticed but I have parts of my body that don't let me do that!"
Taeyong began laughing. "Nayeon! That's not what I meant!" He said grabbing onto my shoulder trying not to fall to the ground.
I blush really badly. "T-Then w-what did you mean?"
Taeyong smiled as he looked up at me, still holding onto my shoulders. "I mean, I want you stop being a girl in front of Taeil." He stood up straight. "I want you to stop."
I look straight into his eyes. "That made no sense!"
Taeyong shakes his head. "Never mind." He then entered his room.
I quickly get in before he locks it. "Too slow!" I said and he just rolls his eyes and lies in bed, I look around his room and noticed he had no family pictures, no decor, no nothing. "I hate what you did here!"
Taeyong lifts a brow. "But I didn't do anything."
I pull my hair. "That's why I hate it!"
"Do you want me to draw stuff all over the wall?" Taeyong questions looking at his walls.
"Yes! Anything!" I touch his wall. I actually wanted to cry. This is so plain. "Anything would be fine."
