Kim Taehyung fell in love with Y/N. But Y/N didn't care or love him at all. Y/N is a beautiful girl who goes to high school. (BANGTAN HIGH SCHOOL)
V: "Y/N I love you since I first saw you."
You: "Sorry, but your not my type." You walked away.
Then...
The next morning, I woke up with a new day and fresh day. The air smell so nice and new. After stretching from the bed, I went to the bathroom and did the morning routine. But today, is so weird because I don't usually wake up this early. I picked up my phone from the floor and check what time is it. It was 7:00 PM. I then change to my school uniform. Of course, a girl like me will never forget to put makeup on.
My makeup:
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Since it was early, I just check my social media. I have about 3.3 million followers. (Lol, I wish😂😭) Then, someone texted me, and it was my bffs'. We have a group chat called the 'Asian Squad!' They said that do I want to have a sleepover at Dakota's house. Then my mom came to my room at 8:30 AM and she looked at me shocking. She was shocked that I woked up early today because I wouldn't wake up this early. Then I asked my mom.
You: "Mom, can I go to Dakota's house for a sleepover for 2 days? Mom, can I please go😢" I begged her. "Mom, since today is Friday, can't I go?" I made a agyeo face.
Mom: "Okay okay. But just be back on Sunday at 6:30 PM." She said with a annoyed face.
You: "Thank you mommy! And yes I'll come back on Sunday at 6:30 PM." I kept my promise to my mom.
Then my mom told me to go eat.
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It looked so delicious that I ate all of it. I was so excited to go to Dakota's house. I went upstairs and start packing. Let me show you my suitcase.
(You pick your suitcase)
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