"A guy and girl..both with similar similarities..
Meet each other...is it destiny?"
So, this maybe is my 1st story..but its got great content.
MOOMOOs and A.R.M.Y, i need your support.
It is a dark night and the street is full of city neon lights. Every person is awake, either gambling, eating or dating.
Min Yoongi is a guy, who thinks less and does more. He is hard, cold-hearted and loves hardcore rap.
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He has no one to be with and no one to hang around. Dating is not a thing for Yoongi. Girls were like napkins for him. Use them and then throw em. His motto was to be the best rapper ever.
He enters a bar which had a girl singing a really low and dark kind of song which he hated. He couldn't wait for the song to end. A waiter come over and asked for his order. He said, "A whole bottle of beer." He waited for his order and rested his head on the table. He heard fake applause for that girl. The host announced, "And here is now Moonbyul who will sing Eclipse for you guys." Yoongi thought, 'Another bitch is gonna sing. This is giving me a headache.' Yoongi got his drink and kissed his lips on the rim of the bottle and gulped some beer. He rested his head on the table again. Suddenly, he hears a voice. The voice was heavy and hardcore. He looked up and found Moonbyul rapping. He looked at her blonde hair and her style. Yoongi was shooked seeing such a rapper. He liked it a lot. He liked Moonbyul. He enjoyed the rap and as it ended, she was about to leave. He ran behind her paging for his drink and saw that now its morning. He saw her heading towards her car. He yelled, "MOONBYUL!" She turned back and looked for the person who called out her name.
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A/N
Next part, coming right up. I will try to upload everyday. Show your love MOOMOOs and A.R.M.Ys. Hit the support and stars.
