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

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The tiled floor glittered slightly as played with the shadows. A little 'hmph' escaping my lips as I grasped the chapped marks greasing the floor. My crossed arms felt as it was trapping me in place, in this seat that Yoongi was staring at with his infamous glare. "You going to say something?" I ticked him with a click of a tongue, the familiar feeling of my eye brows tensing up. "What can I do to get you back?" His long fingers and veiny fists leaned upon the scratched desk. "I already told you the answer to that" I cranked my head slowly to look into his eyes that made me weak once before. They still do.

"She really is a good person" he confessed scratching his head slightly. I leaned back into the sturdy chair, my eyes catching a glimpse of my two friends watching the two of us. "No comment?" He asked a nervous gummy smile peering through his stern lips. "If do we will just end up fighting again" I shrugged, letting my hair slip from my shoulders. "Let me just say this. Unless Linda apologizes or leaves I'm never getting back with you" I stood up, grabbing the rough edges of my bag. "I really don't get your problem" he followed my actions restricting my exit. "Cause you don't know what actually happened that day" my hand slipped past his waist, giving a hard push.

"Bye"