Like, ARE YOU KILLING ME?! He looks like a mafia boss or a CEO. But I'll say mafia because he has a gun.
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"You b*tch! What did he do to you?! Why can't you act as a normal being? Like ever?!" Tzuyu woke me up by screaming in my ears.
"For GOD SAKE'S! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!! HE TRIED TO KISS ME!!!!!!" I screamed back in same force.
"What? You had your first kiss? Hmm~~~~~ Oh, my! My child is growing up so quickly!" Tzuyu said in a dramatic voice.
"GOD! I literally wasted my day explaining you and Namjoon that I didn't kiss him. He tried to kiss me." I said for like the thousandth time.
You know, if I got a penny every time someone asked me 'You kissed him?', then I'll be richer than everyone!
"Fine! But why did you hit him? Poor guy. He thought you hate him." Tzuyu said pitying.
"But I do." I protested.
"Shh~ First come denial then comes-"
"Oh shut up. I don't want hear that lame thing ever in my life."
"Fine but you are going to apologize him to acting so rash. Poor guy. He was crying his eyes out. Actually, I think Namjoon tried to stop me saying something that he had a talk with you. And he had explained everything to everyone. Every single BTS member was sooo pissed off, you know?" Tzuyu said.
Sh*t.
"Okay. I'll apologize, when do I do that? But it isn't my fault. I was having my bloody hell that day. I wanted first punch that Ran's mouth and then run into tartarus to torture every single soul. And their screaming voices would awful, right?" I said, smiling like a madman or madwoman.
"No wonder your parents sent you here." Tzuyu said in a small voice.
"Hey!-"
"Okayyyy! Let's go apologize TaeTae!" Tzuyu said cutting me off.
"What! Now?!"
"Yes now! Go! If you want to eat, go!"
"I pity your children and your husband." I said running away from her, laughing.
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A few moments later
"Damn! Where will I find that guy?" I muttered to myself, finding that Taehyung.
He should apologize me but here I am! Why in the hell I am apologizing him?!
"That guy had my life miserable!" I screamed to myself.
"But I will make your body sore~" Someone purred right. Beside. My ear.
"EEP!" I yelped, swinging my at full force.
"Why do you keep hitting me, baby? Is it your way of spanking?" Pig- I mean, that Ran spoke.
"It is my way of telling you that KEEP YOURSELF AWAY FROM ME!" I screamed in his ear loudly.
"Ouch. But now I can know how your moans be." He winked.
He. Effing. Winked!
"So, if I punched you then I can see how you will bleed to death after I slowly cut your neck. Centimeter. By. Centimeter." I said, smiling sickly sweet.
"O-oh. W-Well, f-for that you need to touch me, right?" He said, regaining his sly composure.
"I can always shoot you. After all, my father is a police inspector. I know how to use a handgun." I nearly showed my desperation to get out.
F*ck, why can't I just stab him to death?!
"Let me kiss your beautiful lips."
"Yeah, like that's gonna happen." I said, pushing him into the wall behind him.
I think I heard a crack but, oh well, like I was going to care. Plus, I can't fight him off 'cause my immune system is a bit low due to my fever and all. So, like a normal person. I yeeted myself out.
"Hey, wait!" He screamed.
I wonder why these two guys are behind me. I never had anyone like this and I never wanted anyone like this. Then, WHY?!
Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. I don't know where I'm heading off. Please God help me. Don't fail me now.
Like an angel guiding me, I saw a door open. Light inside that room was switched on, too.
I made a sharp turn and hid behind the door. Fortunately, Ran is stupid and has less brain cells than a f*ckin' house fly, he ran straight ahead.
I loudly let out a sigh, just to turn around and see one of Namjoon's six friends.
It was a dance room.
And it was Jung Hoseok staring right back at me with sour face and angry look in his eyes.
Oh, hell no-
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Finally. FINALLY! My exams are over but again the test series is 10 days away. But, still.
Perfection👇
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