I look away from him as I feel my face burn red.
"Don't you have a girlfriend?" I question him still looking in the distance.
"Oh baby girl, who said I had one?" I try to calm my face, trying not to react. I clearly can hear him smirk even when I look away.
"Anyways, why are you here?" I ask changing the subject, looking directly in his eyes.
"The real question is," he pauses and gets something from his pocket.
"Aren't these the polaroids you were searching for?" His hands showing the pictures I was looking for the whole day.
Busted.
YOU ARE READING
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Fanfiction"Why do you take pictures?" Wherein you take polaroid pictures of Jimin but it ends up getting stolen/missing. Park Jimin short story
