"There he was, with a lighter in one hand and a cigarette in the other."
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I gasp, shocked.
"YOONGI! WHAT THE-"
He moves quite stealthily and seals my mouth with his hand.
"Quiet." He mutters, wisps of smoke coming from his mouth.
He crushes the cigar under his foot and kicks it towards the bin. It swiftly lands underneath.
"Wait till the principal hears about this." I mumble. His head shoots towards me and he squints.
"Keep a secret, babygirl. Please?"
"The heck you think I am? Get off me!" I scream and push him off, stomping out of the room.
He grabs my shoulder and forces me to turn around.
"I beg you, kid. Don't tell anyone."
I sigh and look into his cold, dark eyes.
"Fine. Provided, you respect me."
He holds his hand out.
"Deal."
I shake his hand and walk away, making sure that each footstep made an echo as I walked.
I opened the door to my club. The Arts club.
Yeet.
I poke my head inside and look around, spotting one guy at an easle.
"Jimin-ah. Here already?" I ask and close the door behind me.
He looks at me and smiles. "Sure am. Sit down, we have to finish up those drawings for that Earth day thing-y."
I find an empty canvas and sit down to start painting. As I stroke my brush, Jimin taps my shoulder, making me turn around.
"Yes, Jimin?"
He makes the (•3•) face and gives me a letter.
"For choo~~" He pouts and walks out of the room.
If you ask me, I'm sure my face looks... like ??????? right now.
Yes. Question marks.
I unfold the envelope and read the pretty cursive handwriting on the letter.
Her (Poem 1)
I met this new girl one day,
Looking lost, far away, astray.
She seems agile, but her spirit sure ain't,
She may wear a black jacket, but her mind has all the hues of paint.
She walks like a queen,
Like she rules the world,
But she respects all the others,
Unlike other girls.
A little drug, you could say,
Her voice made me happy in a way.
It annoyed me, her beautiful cause,
Her perfection was somehow made up of flaws.
She didn't, or never will, know I want to stay,
But my heart beats for her, hers never did at all.
She makes people talk,
What they say, she never will care,
The other girls would only begin
To cry in deep despair.
"I like you" Is what guys say,
"I don't" Is how she'd reply,
Even if she cursed me,
I'd continue to put her high.
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promise | m.yg
Fanfiction"little girls are nice, aren't they? sadly, you're a big girl. and big girls are my favorite, because they're bad." ••• 》 in which a gang leader, drug addicted bad boy tries to stay tough, but turns soft, just for one girl, who does not see his love...
