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

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"How are you doing?" his voice is coarse like fragmented rock in hessian sack, moving and grinding against each other, somehow it compliments his ruddy complexion and raised veins. He wipes blue hair from eyes as brown as the moist soil and fixes us in a serious gaze. "What do you want?" My voice was quiet but still, it didn't have a sound, it didn't have emotion. "I don't know" he responded, his face still from its last expression. "Then go back to Linda" I gritted my teeth, my hands rubbing against my thighs in frustration. "I don't want her, I want you" his head turned, leaning back to rest it. "Should of thought of that before" I slurred, a forced bitter laugh escaping my dry lips. "She's like a child" I choked back my words, the sentence escaped my lips loudly and I immediately regretted it. "What do you mean?" Yoongi' voice raised from its casual form and his hands pushed him off the steep chair—his shoes clanked loudly as he made his way towards me "At eighteen she is psychologically still a child. The world revolves around her,she sees no points of view other than her own and is stuck up. If you looked grumpy, she assumed you were mad with her, no other explanations occurred to her. Then she would become defensive or even go to you, blaming me. Her tantrums were legendary, the whole street could here one in it's peak. If she didn't get what she wanted, she would take it with force" I explained, reasonable and truthful—she took him away from me. "I better get going" I chewed my gums, my eyes averting away from Yoongi's confused-angry gaze.

"Detention for my friends are almost over"

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Sorry i haven't updated in a while, I was sick and H.O.M.E.W.O.R.K