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"We, Yoona, are in the dancing room." He looked around this quite huge room and I just nod at his answer.
I guess it's a compulsory thing for idols to have their dancing room. They even need to have studios, but I have no idea if they have it here.
"You know, I was thinking you'd be a CIA agent or something." I commented, chuckling of my own words.
"But, what a small world. You're in the same group as Taehyung's." I grinned at him and he rolled his eyes.
He then walked passed me which made me stop smiling. Why am I even acting like we're close? We only met 2 days ago, god. He must've felt uncomfortable. Why did I say my thoughts anyway? He's probably thinking how weird I am.
"How'd you and Taehyung meet anyway?" He asked which snapped me out of my thoughts.
Taehyung and I? I watched him as he started to stretch in the middle of the room, looking at the reflection of himself in the mirror. Oh, so he's practicing now? Why am I here again?
"His mother works in my college. I thought Taehyung told you that already." I said while crossing my arms.
After a few seconds he stopped stretching and looked back at me. Now that I realized it, he looks much more muscular and tall. Why didn't I notice that? Must be busy judging him, heh.
I saw him roll his eyes and I gave a questioning look, "Yeah, I know that. I'm asking how you and Taehyung met. I didn't ask about his mother."
At that, I've gone through realization. So, he wants to know how we actually met? Why is he even asking? It's my private life, what's it gotta do with his? For God's sake, we just met yesterday.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're nosy? You shouldn't meddle in Taehyung's business. In my business too." I spat then he frowned.
It was his turn to cross his arms and he slowly walked near me. Being Yoona, I just stood there and waited for his reply. He stood right in front of me and I just stared at his big figure that was no compatible towards mine.
"And has anyone ever told you that you're stubborn? Just answer the question. Any friend of Taehyung's is a friend of mine." He said before ruffling my hair.
The heck is he doing? Why does he act so comfortable? I don't even know him that well. I shot him a glare and fixed my hair while I was at it. But I guess he seemed to take it the wrong way. He just laughed.
"Do not touch my hair." I said in the coldest tone possible.
He only chuckled more and called me cute which I denied. Remember Yoona, this guy is a stranger. Don't act as if he's some kind of friend. He's just a weird stranger that you can't wait to kick out of your life.
"Just answer the question, idiot." He simply rolled his eyes and I had to hold back my hands before it does something to him, seriously.
"Taehyung used to drop by at my college to give his mom tea. I met him a couple times because I am the teacher's assistant. We don't talk often, though. All I know is that at that time, he was a part of a group." I stated while reminiscing the time where Taehyung and I talked.
