The Garage

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  " Yoongi? Yoongi are you there?" I said over and over again. I came to the conclusion that he left forever.

  Tears started to drip down my face. One by one. Slowly the drips turned into streams. My knees hit the grass and I was balling. My best friend was gone..

I gasp and sit up in bed. I woke up from that horrible nightmare. At least it was just my horrible past getting to me.

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  " Yo li"

  "sup hobi. How's it goin?"

  "I heard Yoongi likes you" I know he was joking with me.

  "Really hobi. He doesn't. Why would he anyway"

  "He does! I asked him and he told me! I swear!" I still didn't believe him. No one should really. I raised my eyebrow at him.

  " what is that face for?" Hoseok asked, emphasizing 'that'.

  "You know why!"

  "No I don't Li. What's the face for?"

  "Your stupid." He has his little quirky smile on. He can be so adorable.

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  After school you and the rest of the group meet in an old garage.

  "So what do you guys want to do?" Jimin asked.

  " Ooh! How about 7 minutes in heaven!!" Namjoon suggested.

  " Where exactly is a closet though?" Why did I ask that. I didn't really want to play. Taehyung points twards a closet by the door in here. Wow there has to be a closet.

  "So we playin?" Yoongi asked. I don't know if he wanted to play this. He didn't sound sure.

  Most of them raise there hand. The thing is I'm the only girl. I'm f**ked. Maybe they are gay.

  Suddenly some girls come in. They are my friends. Figures. Turns out we have all been hanging out together just my friends didn't tell me they were hanging out with my brother.

  So we start playing. First Lindewel goes with Namjoon. They walk into the closet and hobi sets the timer.

  We can't hear anything so we assume there is nothing going on.

  7 minutes later they come out like they went in.

  The bottle started spinning. My heart is pumping faster than it ever has in my life. Spinning Over and over again. It starts to slow down. Next thing you know it stops on...

 

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