𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧. ┊ 𝑶𝑰𝑽
❝ they didn't give a miserable won for us, but look at us now. ❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ─ a poor group surprises everyone when
they make history by being the group of the moment.
❪ former...
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𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 ˚.༄
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She laughed at the message Mark had sent her, a stupid instagram meme. She gave it a like while with her left hand she opened the door of the house. She waited to hear the now so familiar screams of the boys when she opened the door but the silence made her raise her head from her phone, she frowned when she saw the seven sitting in the room talking in low voices as if they were sharing secrets, except for Jungkook who was in complete silence staring at the ceiling. She put her bag on the table, the sound of the keys hitting the glass caught the attention of the seven boys.
"What have i done now?" She laughed jokingly as she approached her groupmates. She expected someone to laugh at her joke but none did, not even the slightest smile. Her body tensed as the air in the room thickened.
"We have to talk." Namjoon's serious voice sent a chill run down her spine, she raised an eyebrow leaning against the television cabinet. A memory came to her memory, the situation was very similar to when she almost left the group years ago.
