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You were walking into your favorite book store, Barnes and Noble. You always came here around noon every day to grab a coffee at the in-store Starbucks. Sometimes you would listen to music or you would silently read a book. However, today was different than usual. After the waitress handed you your coffee, signed with your tragically misspelled name, you made your way to your usual seat. You noticed a man sitting in the seat opposite of yours, on the other side of the table. You made your way to your seat and casually greeted the man with a small,
"Hello."
"Oh? Hello there," the man responded in a gentle tone, looking up from his book.
"Mind if I take a seat?" you ask with a bright smile.
"Not at all," he says, flashing a smile back at you.
You can't help but to notice his soft dimples and the small creases around his eyes when he smiles. You grab the back of the chair and pull it out from underneath the table, sitting down. The man took a deep breath and sighed, and you looked up at him. He looked up at the same time and your eyes locked with each other. It felt as if his beautiful dark brown eyes were trying to read into your soul.
"What is your favorite book to read?" he suddenly said.
*unnecessary and out of place time skip*
"Namjoonie..."
"What is it, YN?"
"I........"
"Just spit it out you fucking whore!"
"What??"
"I said what is it?"
"I think I like you..."
"This is the FUCKING end. HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU YOU'RE A FUCKING UGLY CUNT?!"
"👁👄👁"
He stands up and dreadfully slowly walks over to your seat...
He kicks your chair out from underneath you. You fall backwards so fast that you don't have any time to scream. Your legs pull backwards over your head and your neck breaks. You die.
Fin
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