Pickup Truck • BTS✅

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"But who did that to you?" The tall guy with plump lips asked.

"I don't know. I've never had the chance to know who did that to me and my family."

"You're not going to look for the real murderer?" The only female asked.

"I don't know," I said and ruffled my hair in frustration.

I don't really know.

"I'm Yoongi." The guy leaning against the fridge introduced himself out of nowhere.

"What perfect timing, Yoongs." Yoongi looked disgusted with the nickname that the other guy gave him.

"I'm Y/n!" The girl said and showed me an attractive and bright smile.

"Seokjung."

"Is this your house?" I asked the Seokjung guy, "It belongs to my Mom."

"Don't worry, I'll leave right away," I said and stood up.

"After you told us your story, you will leave?" Y/n asked, staring directly at me.

I gulped at how innocent her eyes were.

"You should stay with us, we don't mind you being here," Jin said and smiled.

"You're not scared that you're with a criminal?" I asked.

"Hey! It was a wrong accusation!" Y/n said and glared at me.

"Fine, I'll stay."

This girl's appeal is unique.

"Since when have you been here?" Y/n asked.

"Yesterday."

"I'll get you new clothes," Seokjung said and stood up as he left the kitchen.

"You haven't eaten anything yet?" She asked me again.

She's talkative.

I just shook my head, I glanced at Yoongi who's been silent for a while.

Well, he's quiet. Totally the opposite.

"Here." Jin appeared and gave me a set of clothes.

"Thanks," I said and left to go to the bathroom.

Wait, I told them my story and they didn't tell theirs...