TWAIN. -Park Jimin-
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Alone." She replied as she collected her books.
"You're alone?" I chuckled.
"No, but I'd like to be." She says as she pulls her bag over her shoulder.
"Fine. I'll call you Wednesday. I like that name on you. Wanna know what else would look great on you?" I replied, quickly recovering from her harsh attitude.
"No thank you. I don't associate with fuckboys. Therefore you won't need to know who the hell I am." She said before she rushed away and left the library.
I was shocked.
No female has ever rejected me Jimin Park like that, or at all. I couldn't accept such a harsh rejection. I couldn't accept defeat. I didn't care how many times she called me a fuckboy.