I sat on my squeeky bed, smoking while I let the wind come from the window.
The door opens, showing my mess of a roomate.
"Yo, my friend is coming over, can you not smoke in front them?" He asked, "Yoooooooo, sure whatever." I replied. He left, but I shouted for him to close the door.
I turned my phone on, I tilted my head, how come that jerk isn't texting me.
My ex.
He was obsessed with me.
I dated him because I felt bad, and when I dumped him, he got so fucking annoying.
I hear the front door open and a couple of, "hey whatsup"
I opened my door and see a guy talking to my roomate.
"Yo, my friend is coming over, can you not smoke in front them?"
I walked out and put the cigarette to my lips, then proceeded to smoke.
"Win-"
"Who's this?" The friend asked, "Winnie, meet Yoong-"
"WHAT"
We both stared at eachother; with wide eyes.
"You guys know..each..other?" My roomate asks.
"Hoseok, she-she"
"No fucking way" I said, then left the apartment.
Pft, that jerk that forgot about me is here!
When I got back, Yoongi was still here.
To "talk."
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Cig.
FanfictionTwo years. Winnie grew up, worked at a small coffee shop. She discovered smoking, it slowly affected her. All her roomate saw was either Winnie walking around breaking stuff or smoking. Min Yoongi on the other hand..You'll see.
