Hit or Miss || Taekook

058

Bold = Jungkook italic = Taehyung

"What...?"

I see him going to turn his head around, but he stops himself before looking back down at his phone and taping his fingers against the screen.

My phone vibrates.

'not to be rude, but that's hella creepy'

I smile at the text

'just do it'

I send it not even realising I quoted the popular sports brand

'hell, nah I ain't Nike bish'

I struggle to contain my laughter

'Do I really need to come over and turn you around?'

'that sounds dirtyyyy'

My smile turns into a slight smirk before answering him

'istg- get your unholy ass out of here'

'incorrect'

I look up to where he is sat, slightly confused

'wot'

'aNiyO oPpAR'

My confusion turns into a smile once more

'Eww'

'opPaR jIjnJa sAraNG NaNUeN juSeYO'

'Be gone thot'

I shake my head at his silliness

'Okay getting back on track, turn da fuk around bish'

I hear his little giggle

'well since you said nicely-'

His head turns around almost immediately, locking eyes with me for a split second before whipping his head back around and taping his fingers on the screen of his phone.

'wait hol' the fuck up, wot u doing here?'

'coming to see you'

I state the obvious

'yeah I figured, but why?'

'can I not come see my ex?'

'uh usually people don't, but you do you'

I suddenly forget the whole reason I came here today.

'but seriously I came to talk to you'

'About what?'

'Us'

'Oh'

I don't bother to answer him back.

I stand up and strut over to the boy sitting a couple tables in front of me.

I stand there for a few seconds. He doesn't even notice my presence until I call out his name.

"Taehyung"