Na-young: fight me.
2135768901: okay
Na-young: okay.
2135768901: when
Na-young: now
2135768901: okay.
Na-young: quit being dry and meet me at the alley where it has these gratifies on in it.
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2135768901: sure thing.
Yoongi view:
I waited oustide in the cold ready to meet this Na-young. I heard a scream coming from the back and saw her slip. I watched her land on her ass and groan in pain. A smile cracked, watching that girl fall was just so amusing. She stood back up and stomped her way to me. We both looked at eachother and the silence took over. I watched Na-young grab something from her coat and tried to stab me.
"WHAT THE FUCK一" I yelled out
"I THOUGHT IT WAS FIST FIGHTING!" I gasped out as I try to dodge her hits.
A smirk smeared across her face and held the skewer. She held my collar up and placed the skewer on my right cheeks.
"Huh you're right."
She let go of me and put her weapon away. Na-young patted her coat and uppercut me. This was when everything went black.
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Fanfictionhave you ever wondered what the hell is wrong with this nayoung? like first of all she tried to kill me second of all...haha how can i S-ay this. no i can't say the second. But all i have to s-A-y is run. run no matter what. this may seem like a V-e...
