"Look at me," he began, his voice cracking in the process. "Look at me dammit!"
The tears had already spilled but fortunately, they weren't visible to him. Shaking uncontrollably, his arms were spread.
"Serre-moi dans tes bras très fort, à me fair...
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From Unknown Number:
Are you French because Eiffel for you.😉
To Unknown Number:
😂 funny cause I live in France...but who are you exactly?
From Unknown Number:
The bestest childhood friend you ever had!
To Unknown Number:
I don't recall having friends back in the day so clearly, you don't know me at all.
From Unknown Number: 😔 right I forgot...who wouldn't want to be friends with you though? you're fucking awesome!
Realization dawned the black haired boy when seeing those words on his screen. He didn't have much friends and there would only be one person who would weirdly call him awesome like that.
To Unknown Number:
I swear to God if this is who I think it is...
From Unknown Number:
Do you know how good you look when you smoke?
Seokjin sighed, he knew exactly who this was. An image of a tattoo covered idiot came in mind. Though he was weirded out about his recent text message, he felt angry. How did he find his number? At this point, Kim Taehyung had to be a stalker.
To Unknown Number:
How did you find my number?
From Unknown Number:
Issa secret. ☺️
To Unknown Number:
Whatever, just delete it and never talk to me again.
From Unknown Number:
You don't even know who this is.
To Unknown Number:
Kim Taehyung, the most annoying fucking shithead I don't want to know anymore.
From Unknown Number:
Ouchie 🥺 That hurt.
But now that you know who I am, you should change my name to Tae.
To Tae:
Fuck you!
The elder frustratingly threw his phone on the couch. The littlest things that Taehyung had done made him almost blow up in fury. He could feel the same feelings for him returning.
Feelings of hatred and anger, of course! He told himself as he made his way into his bedroom. Just as he was about to walk to his bed, his feet stopped. Slowly, he met with his reflection in the mirror and there he was...looking right back at him.
