Chapter 15

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Hwayoung

I currently sat at the end of my bed. Seokjin-Shi staring at me.

I woke to someone nudging my foot and when I sat up there he was in all honesty, looking like he just killed someone; guilty as heck.

We continued to have a staring contest. He wouldn't say anything and he would say anything. His face unreadable. One thing that I did catch was his eyes looking ever so slightly towards the corner of the room, every few seconds. I decided not to look back, because it felt more cooler if I did that.

I glanced at him again and stood up, going to the corner of the room and picking up the loose t shirt. I mean I needed to get dress, like who the heck would wear almost nothing while talking to someone else, unless of course, they were your lover. I could feel stares ever so slightly. Turning my head around, I caught his glance. I sighed once again.

"What are you doing here?" I said, looking at the clock at the wall "At 2am in the morning"

"That guy you went out with today, who was he?" He demanded. I gave him an odd look.

"That's none of your business, is it?" I rebuked. I took my phone from bedside table. Glancing at the upper bunk that jungkook was suppose to be sleeping in but he wasn't there. Seokjin-Shi continued to give me a glare. Its like the face where you got in trouble and now you and your parents are have a serious talk.

"He's one of my friends" I finally said. He also seemed to be in relief until his eye almost consumed in fear and it became emotionless again.

"The trash has friends?! God, what has the world become?" He sneered, glancing at the corner again and sharply turning away. He slammed the door shut. I glanced up ever so quickly at the spot that he was looking at. I find it.

A camera.

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