may 17, 2012
i guess i could say that we go to the bus stop together every morning at eight twenty-seven.
we're still kind of quiet though,
like he wanted to say something,
but he stopped himself.
come on. tell me what's in your head.
i spat out, startling taehyung.
he sighed.
so, i wanted to ask you for advice.
oh.
here it goes.
i interrupted him, because i already knew what he wanted to say.
advice for my friend, right?
i said, and he nodded.
i'm sorry, zia. i feel like shit asking you this.
then why ask me?
no, no, what do you wanna know?
i don't know, i guess who and what kind of person she is?
isn't that your job, taehyung?
i guess that came out a bit harsh, but i think he didn't notice
because he's too blind into liking her.
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fuck sorry i always mess up the he's and the you's
