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SEVEN / Them Digits

CHAPTER SEVEN / Them Digits

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I am about to head out of his house but he stops me.

"Phone please," he says and stretches out his hand in front of me.

I am not stupid so I know he wants my number.

As I give him my phone, he grins in a very fuck boy way.

"Why you want my digits, boy?" I smirk.

He types something up in my phone and then gives it back to me.

He places his hands in his pockets.

"Why not? I have to make sure that I'll get my money back right?" He says with a suggestive tone which pissed me off more than anything, "You owe me 7k now. Good luck."

His back faces me and I cannot help but swear in my head.

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I walk "home" only to find that none of my fellow friends are there.

I start getting a little worried so I head out to find them.

Text Messages

YOU: hey guys where are you?

End of Text Messages

No response. From ANY OF THEM.

I start running down the neighborhood.

Some old men whistle at me.

I fucking hate when I get whistled at.

So I stop and look at them. The street lamp put light on their bodies.

"Who you think you whistling at?" I hiss.

They start laughing to each other as if they found me a joke.

"Huh?" I take a step towards them more mad this time.

One of them flicks my chin. "Look at you babe. How can we not whistle at such a snack."

I giggle to myself.

"Your entire body will become a snack right after the beating Im going to give you, moron!"

I punch him straight through the chin and knock him out.

The other dude looks at me as if he isn't scared.

"You want to get knocked out too dude?"

He grins showing me his dirty teeth.

I nod as a response and proceed to grabbing his head and kneeing him on the eye.

"Bet," I finalize and run off to look for my gone gang members.

This street life is nothing without fighting someone everyday.

Just because Taehyung doesn't like the view of me beating up people, doesn't mean that I can't.