"I didn't know you were such a coward, Sehun."
What is this jerk doing here?
Wait......
....Sehun is here.
....Jungkook is here.
....Douchebag is here.
It's such a shame I don't have pop-corn.
"Why did you leave us behind?" Taehyung grumbled, putting on a scowl.
"Did you expect us to protect you or something?" Sehun scoffed.
"No, but I expected you to face the situation like a man. You disappointed me." The greyish-haired boy spoke again, but calmly this time.
"Life is full of disappointments, just ask your parents." Yugyeom said in mocking tone which made Jungkook and I laugh.
Taehyung glared at him, Jungkook trying to suppress his laughter.
Taehyung's gaze shifted to me and smirked.
"...and what are you doing here, peasant?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
...Peasant again!?
I scoffed at his words before I spoke, "I was looking for a brain for you because you need one so badly. Aren't you be grateful?"
"Oh, I'm so glad. You care about me" He fakely put his hand to his heart.
"Actually, I pity you, douchebag" I calmly said.
"Call me that once more and I'll bury you alive right here."
"Go ahead then, moron. I'm ready." I pulled up the sleeves of my shirt, ready to throw hands at the boy.
Before anything could escalate any further, Sehun pulled me back by my shoulder
"No no, dumplings." Sehun interrupted, "Fight is for the weak."
"Says who? A bully." Taehyung let out a snicker as he crossed his arms.
Sehun glared at Taehyung. "I'll get back to you." he said, putting his hand around my shoulder.
I crossed my arms and smirked at him evilly, "...Bully? Huh?"
"Ok ok, I am a bully. I accept it. Happy now?" He rolled his eyes.
"I'm sure I'm not as happy as Minho will be when he gets to know." my smirk went wider.
He began to panic after hearing Minho's name. He swiftly shook his head.
My smirk grew wider.
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The Time Traveller (Taehyung ff)
Fanfiction"What are looking for, grandma?" I asked her as she was busy rummaging through her closet trying to find something. She pulled out something lustrous and tiny out of the drawer, observing it carefully through her round glasses. Making her way towar...
