"No. It wasn't you."
"What?"
Before he could protest, I lifted his shirt and he pulled it down quickly.
"Who the fuck did that to you?"
My anger is building up again.
I guess you could say I'm hot-tempered.
"N-no one."
"Is it the group of guys yesterday? Don't lie to me, Taehyung."
I don't know why do I feel like punching those guys in their ugly faces? Especially when he slowly nodded.
"Shit."
I cursed loudly and he flinched.
"S-sorry. I don't mean to scare you."
"Why, why are you mad?"
"Of course I'm mad! I'm mad at myself. I'm mad at those assholes who gave you those bruises. Of course I'm mad."
"But...why?"
Yeah, why?
Loving can Hurt Pt. 3
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