Please Taehyung....i will try to love you for them
I don't care....i don't need your love
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The great Kim Taehyung aka "THE KING" is the CEO of the greatest fashion and modelling compan...
what happened last night was the weirdest thing ever, I was laying in bed thinking about it. I yawned and I walked into the bathroom and saw that he made the hickey bigger than it already was. ugh! I groaned. I took a bath and I walked to the closet and it was pretty cold because winter had started and I love it. I look the pretty white snow and the snowflakes. it is said that a snowflake was the life of a person, to remind them about their past. weird, but cool. I wore something pretty simple it was a purple shirt, which was really warm and a pair of blue jeans. I decided to wear a scarf that matched with the outfit because I don't want people looking at the hickey...of course I don't want anyone to think I am showing it off because I am some slut.
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I walked downstairs and the kids were eating breakfast. I smiled at them and walked into the kitchen to get my food. I took the plate of food and the maid said that she would bring it but I insisted that I would bring it myself. I went to the dinning table and joined the kids for breakfast. I sat down and the kids grinned widely at me.
'Good morning.' I said sipping my orange juice.
'Good morning mom.' said Taeyeon and I started eating my pancake, something's weird. where is Taehyung.
'Where is Taehyung.' I asked curiously and confused...I did not see him in his room earlier either.
'He went to work early.' said sangmin and I nodded my head, it was only 7: 30...why would he go to work earlier than this. I ate my food and walked out of the door and sat in the car and Mr. choi started driving me to work. I was looking at my phone and I got a message from hannah. oh yeah I forgot I gave her my number.
