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"and you didn't tell me that it was just you?" yoongi snickered, but suddenly turned into a laugh.

his gums just brightens my eyes and damn it was so pink that it can even turn into white gums.

"so, you just said that it was our love story?"

and he smirked. i knew that he's going to do that when he started teasing me. and fuckingly, he look so damn hot when those lips started to curve upward and bitch he never look so ugly even though he's making ugly faces because he never do it.

"im untrusting myself from typing it, so, it was typological errors, okay?"

he only shook his head, even his shoulders were following what does his head do, and he was shaking his head like a kid, okay?

"did you just lied?"

"im a honest person, min yoongi."

yoongi snorted, "it doesn't look like you are."

"i am nicer than you."

"you are more like a person who works in horror house."

"no response, im being nice."

"yeah, keep pretending. because later on, you'll realize what you have done to me."

and it went in silence, a complete silence that only the sound of the vehicles down our apartment complex were to be heard. and for fuck's sake, i feel so damn awkward that it made me feel weird at the same time.

i keep looking around from the awkwardness that i feel, i don't even know if he's feeling it but he only look so expressionless.

but i heard he obviously cleared his throat and glanced at me. it really looks like he wants to say something.

"so um, you wanna visit my home town?"

i feel so damn great when he asked me that.

i just don't know what the fuck why.

"huh? for what?"

"you know, like im an underground rapper and my friend just called me because im going to compete this coming saturday."

"if you let me hear your music first."

"if you're going to accept my offer."

"was that an offer?"

"it can be, but part of it was an invitation. i just want to gain more inspiration when im going to compete."

"what?"

"are you a grandma now?"

i chuckled and rolled my eyes. "i just couldn't hear you. you're talking too low."

"i am a man with deep voice woman babe."

"oh. ok. cool."

"so? you wanna come?"

"for what?"

he groaned and narrowed his eyebrows. i really don't know how to describe about his actions right now but he seems weird. he looked like a boy who got worms on his butt, that made him tickles.

"what's on your butt though." so I've just asked that question to him, with a concerned, pitiful, curious, and bravery voice.

"im not comfortable with this jersey short. this was given from my friend in high school."

"i never asked you about your past history of your jersey." he snorted while doing the thing that I've thought a while ago. just reread it okay??

"but um. mane."