6) The Truth Untold

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Jin's POV:

We exit the coffee shop.

And kept walking.

We wore the hoodies Y/N gave us.

They were pretty comfortable.

I was most worried about, however, why Yoongi had trusted Y/N with his phone number.

She helped us, yeah, but did he have to give her his phone number?

We walk together on the sidewalk, heading to our apartment.


"Hey, Yoongi, did you really give her your real phone-"


















"No, I didn't."












I nod.









"It's not like we will see her again." He takes a deep breath, and sips some of the coffee.

"Besides, she might be a stalker or one of those fans that were trying to get our number. Who knows." He shrugs.

"Right." I sigh, and enter our apartment complex.

I hope Y/N didn't get her hopes up.

Y/N POV:

Friday night

It turns out that they gave me a fake number.

I mean, I know that they have their reason, but why bring it up to get my hopes up?

I change my position on the couch, having my legs hang off of the arm of it.

I skipped work on Tuesday, but the following days after that weren't so bad.

I just had to work 2 hours extra.

I sigh, and grab my phone.

8:09 PM

Well, Emma worked until 10 tonight, so I guess I will hang out with her later.

I unlock my phone and scroll through Twitter.

I look at the time again.

8:21 PM

I get up and walk upstairs.

I have nothing else to do.

Should I go to the bar tonight?

Then, I remembered what the man told me just less than a week ago.

"I'll be here next weekend."

I smile, and walk to my wardrobe.

There was a cluster of colors, mostly Emma's clothes. She usually brings me different types of clothes to wear because before I knew her, all my clothes were a sweatshirt paired with some jeans.

That's it.

Now, however, that a fashionista is my best friend, I can have all of her girly clothes.

Woo.

I thrown on a white shirt and put a black leather jacket over my shoulder.

I pair my outfit with some black leggings and black boots.

Wow, I never wore something like this.

I look at myself in the mirror, and make a few poses.

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