Number || Kim Taehyung

03

with both of my hand stick to my window and my jaw is on the floor,i stared at the scratch that i have done.

it is kinda deep and long. how can it be?

i am not strong woman do bong soon. i can't even pull out my armpit hair without using any tool.

my eyes almost fall out from it socket as i saw it is a fucking mercedes.

holy moly.

"what have you done,bae yong hwa?" i bit my nails while my eyes roaming around.

no one saw the incident right? of course yes, the surveillance cameras are every corner of this area.

even in the toilet.

i breath in and out a few times in an attempt to calm down the anxiousity in my heart.

it is impossible for me to find the owner of this car in that colossal building.

i ended up took out a piece of paper and a gel pen from my bag. with trembling hands as the cold started embracing me, i wrote down my number.

"sir / mdm, im sorry for the scratch on your car.
here's my number. please give me a call.
xxx-xxxxxxx.
thank you."

then,i turned to the back seat and grabbed newly bought magazine. i took it out from its transparent plastic cover and put the piece of paper inside the transparent plastic cover.

i opened my car door and by flattening my stomach,again, i placed the transparent plastic cover under the windscreen wiper.

god,please don't fly it.

after that i entered my car and leaned on the seat.  i sighed in relief and started the car,then drove away.