As I walked into my lonely apartment I set my keys down into the little red bowl that sat on top of the shoe rack. sighing as I noticed dirty laundry scattered all over my living room. After along time of living with my parents, I guess it made me used to having my laundry and mess cleaned up. Now that I'm living alone and to busy to actually do things that consist of being home, well except the occasional dinner at home or sleep, I guess its just built up over time. "I should really be more responsible."
Over time I actually cleaned a lot. I put a pile of dirty laundry in a bag because I have to walk it down to a laundry mat that's not to far from my apartment. Debating over if I should hurry and get it done now of later, rolling out the pro's and con's in my head. The only con is that its almost 10pm and I have school early in the morning, but its better to get it done now then having to do it tomorrow and possibly be more tired then I am now.
slipping on my shoes and a black sweater, I step out into the cold night with the bag of laundry dangling from my cold hands. As I started walking the image of the boy crossed my mind once again. "Who is that boy? Why was he looking at me so intensely? Was he hurt in anyway? He didn't seem to be hurt..." Deep in thought I hadn't noticed that I had knocked shoulders with someone. I didn't see the face because I looked down and gave my apologizes as fast as I noticed. I didn't here a response so I slowly looked up to see who I had bumped into.
having my eyes locked with the stranger was scary. He had a angry yet surprised expression plastered on his face, It confused me. The boy with styled grey hair and red tinted cheeks opened his mouth to speak but closed it right away making him look like a fish out of water, but that slowly changed as the boy smirked. "So you're the girl Taehyung was talking about,interesting." His smirk grew wider making me extremely confused and uncomfortable. "I-I'm sorry, you have the wrong person, I hurriedly apologized for the last time and ran off. I turned around once more, only to see him looking at me and mutter a "See you later." just loud enough for me to hear, what a creep.
"Today is a very strange day." I mumbled only two feet away from the door of the laundry mat. raking my brain for any boy I have met with the name of Taehyung, as I try my best to get the laundry done as fast as I can, taking as much precautions as I can, still aware that the boy can come in any minute if he really wanted to.
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I redid this chapter a little because I wanted to change the way 'The boy with grey hair and red tinted cheeks' reacted to Y/N. I'm also proof reading a couple or all or my chapters so a couple of things might change... so yeeee thank you!

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