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

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My head bobbed back and forth, cluelessly staring at the duo that was fooling around. A warm tension building slowly deep inside my chest—a sting gripping at my heart. My head dipped, being caved into my arms as I rested my eyes from the sight. "So he still talks to the rat" my voice wavered, the choice of my words giving me creeps—shivers, warmth. "Wouldn't it be nice to be a heartless jerk" I spat, my hands tangling int the locks of my hair—pulling. "Now you know that's not the solution" 

My head jolted up, my body moving on it's own go see the melodic voice. "Oh, I didn't mean to startle you—I'm Baekhyun, the person who sits behind you" the boy smiled, his mouth molding into a little wiggle of a smile. "I-ts ok" I mumbled, returning back to my original posture—confused by the handsome stranger—classmate. "What's your name?" He asked suddenly, his head tilting. "Y/N" I responded, drawn to the boy, his simple choice of hair different from Yoongi's. "That's a nice name" he flattered with a attractive smirk. "Well Baekhyun, nice to meet your acquaintance" I answered, a small smile finding its way to replace the frown on my lips.

"Oh you finally met Baekhyun, huh—you know you should really pay attention to the people around you, airhead"

"Have you hugged a idiot an today? Me neither! Come here!" I reposted, standing up to the broad figure—reaching my arms around his waist. "That's gonna hurt" Baekhyun laughed, a excessive sound of 'haha's coming from his mouth. "Jimin's fault for calling me an idiot" I shrugged—smirking at Jimin, his lips into a duck shape as his eyebrows narrowed, agitatedly.  "Are you a mirror? Because I can see myself inside you" Baekhyun sighed deeply, making the moment deep. "Someday you'll go far—and I really hope you stay there" I responded taking in a deep breath to make it more dramatic. "You're funny, no wonder your friends with Tae" Baekhyun giggled, as I took my seat.

"I would love to hang out with you guys"