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"You know, I wish you would stop throwing everything in a skirt! And stop playing with my feelings." He stood there, stunned, by my words. I could of said worse, if I wanted to, but the bitter side of me was telling me no for once. "You know what, your just the Playboy that Sid said you are. Yet everyone sees you as the perfect cute little maknae, but I'm not stupid like everyone else is. I see you for what you really are." Shocked and lost for words. Debating with himself whether or not to say anything back, to stop my malice words against him. But finally content with my rage-on moment I turn back, bag on my shoulder and as I was about to walk away ... "Just leave me the hell alone Jeon Jungkook." Walking off, I'm suddenly grabbed and spun around to face the ignorant motherf-ing inconsiderate a**hole. "Stop, just stop and listen to me." Fighting back the tears best I could, I know I couldn't watch the words I was about to say. "Was it real? Was it all real? Was the times we hung out, when we laughed, told each other secrets, and all those sweet moments that I considered for a minute to be romantic real?" He held me in his arms. Pulling me tightly against his chest, closing any space there was between us. I felt my tears starting to fall and I couldn't fight them back anymore. Concerned filled his eyes. "Do you love me? "
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