Min Yoongi doesn't want to settle. But neither does the gorgeous and talented chaebol with gifted vocals that keeps getting on his last nerve.
"Say something"
"...something"
This book is (sort of) a sequel to bulletproof girl scouts. You can read it...
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What happened: lmao
Not gonna rant rn here's what you waited for since... *Gasps* 23 June!
Wow.
That's actually not a very long time. I thought it had been atleast four months lol
For every odd reason, the dog looks strikingly familiar. I still can't place it, though. He sits calmly, staring at me. He doesn't move from the spot his master left him.
The wait is surprisingly shorter than I expected.
There was a time in which I heard distant sounds of shouting and was nervous of the pursuers coming back this way. But Cuddles let out a low growling noise and the sounds disappeared. Looks like the neighborhood is afraid of him.
Fa Fengh came back with a motorbike.
I wasn't even surprised.
It looked expensive, though. The kind that chaebol teenagers own to show off and eventually, race to their deaths. She kept it running as she stopped two feet away. All black and sleek complimented by her leather pants, the worn out red converse stood stark against the aesthetic. She mumbled something to her dog, who silently got up and trudged away. She turned to me.
"Let's go"
I got up, but not without a retort. "Did you steal that?"
She just watched me. My movements were slow because my muscles strained and the soles of my feet were hurting. I kept my eyes down, feigning nonchalance as I walked over. She turned from the waist and grabbed the helmet that was strapped to the side. Wordlessly, she held it out for me and I took it in silence. I put it over my head and braced my feet for climbing on the seat. It was pretty high up.
"If I die, it's on you", I heaved myself up onto the seat with a grunt. Why do people need such high seats?
Showoff.
I've been on motorbikes before when I was a teenager. Even then, the altitude that came with this one was a new experience. A little scary too. I was stiff on the leather and feared that I would fall off.
I also didn't have anything to hold on to.
"Ready?", she gave the engine a go.
I grunted.
She took it as an affirmative and my hands tightened over my thighs as we took off.
To my surprise, she didn't race away at breakneck speed like I thought she would. She glided the bike along like a decent human being. And yet, when she rounded a corner, I let out an embarrassing yelp. The leather seat had an unnecessary altitude, and at the turn the whole vehicle seemingly tilted at the axis despite the speed. My hands instinctively shot out to hold on to the nearest object which happened to be....ahem.
