Playboy or Not? |m.yg [under editing]

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A cool breeze past by, students doing the same—rain falling before me. The little drops would make a little tap every time it would hit the concrete road—the cracked up road. Every moment a student would pass by, a raindrop would fall—it was like a timer. A timer for me—for Yoongi to get out of detention, and meet me—staring at pouring scenery. I didn't want that, it would be best if I couldn't see him all week—but that's not possible. So at least, dong make me see him for today—just for today. The students have left by now, and detention would be ending—it was close. My legs were anxious—shivering. It wasn't from the cold, but the person that I would meet—the beautiful man I love. A slow, lazy taps of shoes were distant in the hallways—but they were getting more clear and less wavy.

He was there, behind me—probably burning his eyes into me. His footsteps were getting close—he passed me. His back is what I was staring at—his hand in a pocket while the other holding an umbrella to shield his mint hair.

He completely ignored me—it was like he already moved on, while I—was dancing with the devil still. Stuck and unable to move—my feet moving as i tried to get around the wall between me and him. But the wall would move to block my path to him—he is leaving me behind him, down the path. While I—I'm still trying to reach him. Begging him not to leave me—why am I the one like this?

So he can move on that fast already, huh.