The Tale of the Clandestine Lovers

"Excuse me, Miss. Can I borrow your phone? It is just emergency."

I flipped my head to the guy seating beside me in the train. I raised a brow to him.

"Why would I? You might be a snatcher." I flipped my hair and I intentionally let it hit his face.

He moved away a bit.

There's no way I would let him borrow my phone. He is not Yoongi, anyway. He looked suspicious too. He's wearing a black hoodie, a black mask, a jeans and a pair of black sneakers.

My phone beeped. My phone lighted and I saw Yoongi's face with a bubble text at the bottom saying, "Don't touch my phone unless you're Yoongi"

"Hmm, nice lock screen." The guy beside me chirped in.

"Yeah." I said, not even bothering to lay a lash on his face.

"I look handsome there, by the way."

I turned my head to him and knitted my brows. "Excuse me?"

He just pulled his mask down. The moment I saw his face, my jaw hanged shamelessly. He then flashed his gummy smile and said, "Can I borrow your phone now?"

"What the fuck?"