y/n and Taehyung were best friends that ended up doing something questionable on a drunk night. since then, they both agreed that they needed intimacy without a serious relationship. so they stayed friends and satisfied each other. But everything ch...
After last night i couldn't think properly. All that was on my mind was Sarah.
SARAH.SARAH.SARAH.SARAH.SARAH
who TF wants to think about that bitch? Me apparently. I sighed loudly and got out of bed to get dressed. I decided to dress like I was meeting my worst enemy (which wasn't false loll)
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I was doubtful of the outfit but decided to go with it anyway. Mom would be so mad if she found out you were dressing like a fucking stripper I thought, smiling to myself.
Taehyung didn't come to pick me up today. Why wasn't that a surprise? He was probably with Sarah, the goddess of boys. Ugh.
For the first time in the school year I drove myself to school. At a red light, I heard a familiar song. The one Taehyung always played on the way home from school. I took off my sunglasses and surprise surprise. There beside me were Sarah and Taehyung, in his bright green sports car, looking like they were having a good time. Taehyung was too busy playing with Sarah's hair to notice me, directly besides them. I snickered to myself and looked ahead, but before I did, the only thing I remembered was Sarah's piercing, smug stare burning the side of my face. She leaned in to passionately kiss Taehyung while I was watching. I didn't even turn to look and drive right past them.
I was LIVID. Not even a text or a 5 second phone call to let me know that he wasn't picking me up. Instead he was with that whore, living his best life. He certainly wasn't the Taehyung I knew. But now, I'm starting to see his fuckboy streak and i seriously don't even know why I did all the stuff I did with him.
You know what? He doesn't deserve me. Once I lose a bit of weight, get my sleep schedule on track, start revising properly, get that fucking haircut, master the art of eyeliner, it's all over for you hoes. Fat chanceI thought, and i blasted BTS 'love maze' with the windows down, and for once I wasn't thinking about anything.
