Chaeyoung's PoV
I stared at the screen for probably a good twenty seconds before denying the call.
No way am I ever talking to him again.
Fuck that.
Allow me to explain who he is.
Lee Minhyuk is my ex boyfriend. I have only had 2 boyfriends in my entire life, and the other is Min Yoongi, so yeah. Minhyuk and I were best friends for years, then one day, he wanted to be something more. I was 14 and naïve, so I agreed.
One night, we were playing truth or dare, and I got dared to kiss him. I thought nothing of it, but apparently he thought that it would be the perfect time to make out with me in front of all my friends. So he did. He violated me. He tried to feel up my body, and I pushed him away.
After a few months of me denying his kisses and physical contact, he started cheating on me. At that point we were 15, and he decided he'd rather be with a slut than a meme lord. His loss. Anyways, he got in that bitch's pants and then proceeded to try to get into mine.
He failed thanks to my older brother, Sehun.
(yes, this one lmao)
Minhyuk was trying to get me to have sex with him, and Sehun heard me telling him to stop, and saved me. I owe him so much. But anyways, Minhyuk made it his goal in life to get in my pants. That first kiss I shared with him, in my mind, doesn't count. It doesn't count because it wasn't special. So, for as long as I live, I will count that kiss with Yoongi as my first kiss.
Sorry not sorry Minhyuk :D
So now, this bitch callin' me.
No thanks hunty.
I blocked his contact, and turned off my phone. Bitch is crazy.
Suddenly, the door bell rang. Who could it be?
NOT BEING A NAIVE LIL WATTPAD GIRL, I looked through the peephole.
There I saw a stray Taehyung without a face mask, hood, or sun glasses.
"Tae?"
"I FORGOT SOME SHIT"
"Ahhh ok" I moved aside, and let him plow his way to his room. As soon as he bolted, I decided it was time for my daily ramyeon. I love ramyeon.
I changed into a black shirt, loose gray shorts that fell just above mid thigh, and a flannel around my waist. I finished it off with my black and white adidas. Yoongi hates converse.
I grabbed my phone, turned it on just in case someone actually important called, and walked towards the ramyeon place. I did not forget to lock the door btw if case you were wondering. I ain't stupid. I wandered through the park, in the general direction of the ramyeon place until I saw something utterly terrifying.
My brother
making out
with a chick.
EW EW EW EW EW I AM GOING TO KILL MYSELF
I ran past them, straight into the ramyeon shop. Fuck that hurt my eyes.
If he ever tries to kiss my cheek again, I'm going to throw up. Ew.
I looked up, out of breath, at the cashier. He was facing away from me.
"Annyeong, I'd like the original spicy ramyeon, please!" He turned around.
Oh fuck no.
"Chae?"
"UM... GOTTA KRIS!!!" And I ran.
Ok i'm really sorry, I fell asleep waiting for the page to reload, then I kept making typing errors, so I really hope you enjoy this triple update <3
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