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"Let me write the ending."
But it was him who ended
I close the book and sit up straight, day two since Taehyung's annoying absence here I am all alone at a park holding my camera and book.
it was still early and it was just me at the moment, I take random pictures. I sit at a bench while swinging my feet in the air.
I look at my camera's viewfinder
"he didn't kill Namjoon because of you Dahyun, he killed him for no reason."
*snap*
I know he could never do that to me, he maybe mentally retarded (in an insulting way) but he's still the Taehyung that I've ways knew
"That's a fucking lie"
Or is he?
*snap*
I grunt and lean back against the bench, I observe the pictures one by one in silence, well not until the bush from beside me started to move and make sounds
I squint my eyes and lean closer when a tall man jolts up in front of me, I yell from the top of my lungs.
"Jirit jirit" he flinches when he eyes me, as if he didn't expect a woman to be looking up on him with much surprise. He was wearing all black, obviously like a stalker.
He had shades and a mask
"I'm a hundred percent sure you're here to molest me" I scoot apart from him with a disgusted look, jeez, people these days. my phone started to ring
