With my sore eyes and legs,I continued to walk down the hall with my outfit back on.
I was allowed to have more rest, but I hated that room.
Our first argument.
All because him.
He deserves to die for all the things he did to me and everyone else that was hurt.
As I walked down the hall with an aura that was labeled "hate", I heard a familiar scruffy voice.
"Minji? Where were you the past day?"
"I was overworked Yoongi. Apparently I had potential in being an assassin.
"You? An assassin?" He slapped his legs while laughing.
"What? I do seem pretty cool."
"With those thighs? I would be better."
He stuck his legs out to show me his SNSD legs.
I rolled my eyes and stayed to the path I was walking before.
"Minji! Meet at the garden tonight! Let's talk about our village. I only have you after all."
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Fanfiction"If you were on the verge of everything." "The verge of the cliff you're about to fall off, the verge of losing everything you could possibly ever have," "You would be just like me." {Highest Ranking/Most Impressive} #412 in beyondthescene
