fake love (k.th)

IX

She cannot believe it.

Stomping away from him, the tiny figure dashed into her bedroom slamming the door shut in progress. Sliding her body down, she hugged her knees as her eyes fixed towards the painted walls of her bedroom.

It was baby blue. Her favorite.

She stared for minutes as if the walls were the most attractive thing in the world, luring her in to keep staring while her mind was just in the state of mess. She seems to be really lost in thoughts, could not think straight as her brain kept on repeating the same thing.

She was stupefied.

Taehyung knew what he was doing and he kept doing it.

He stole the most precious thing from the girl, something the girl kept along and wanted the first to be with her love of her life.

Her virginity.

Meanwhile Taehyung was restless in the kitchen. He paced back and forth, furrowing his eyebrows. He never thought he would receive this kind of reaction. His thick head could not figure out what he had done wrong. Okay, maybe having a force sex with her was the wrong deed, but he apologized. He lowered down his ego and said sorry despite of how much he despise the girl.

At the end, Taehyung just shrugged and grabbed some water before heading back to his room, without the care of how much he had broke the girl.

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"On the scale of 1 to 10, that jerk is no jokes."

Sipping on iced Americano, Yoongi settled down beside me, peeking over my drawings and plans for the new art gallery in Gangnam. I gathered up my things, the ones needed for the presentation, anxious plastered across my forehead. Clammy hands and pounding heart, which was threatening to burst forth from my ribcage, obviously, even though I tried hard not to show it.

"Bruh, you don't need the scale."

Mr. Kang was really kind enough to give me the second chance.

He practically on his knees to persuade the clients so he can saved my ass from being jobless and I would never been more thankful than that. Like what Yoongi said, chasing Taehyung was not worth it. I obviously did a full 180 to become a fragile, cry baby instead of my own personality.

My own nature. Strong and independent.

Taehyung? He just made me became a weakling.

"I felt like I'm going to die. I got cold feet, I'm too nervous. No more fucked up this time." I sighed, mustering up all the courage I had. Yoongi snickered, earning a glare from me. I swear to God, he would die long time ago with the glares.

"Cut the crap. Nervous my ass, at the end, you will just wow the people."

Ignoring Yoongi, I stood up, shoving some jellies into my mouth. It's kind of weird but I found jellies helped a lot in this kind of situation. Well maybe because it's my favorite.

"I'm amused how you not being diabetic yet. It's been decades, you still eating that? What are you? 5?"

"Shut up, Yoongi. You screwed some too when I bought it so zip it."