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"I hate you Min Yoongi" I shout, as the red paint drips down my face. "Don't worry the feeling is mutual" Yoongi chuckles, as he holds the now empty paint bucket in his hands. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yoongi's POV: Y/N and I are supposed to be working on our project for our art class together but she hasnt lifted her gaze from her phone this entire time. "This is a partner project, not a sit on your phone and let your partner do all the work project" I grumble. Stopping I grab my lyric book from my leather backpack and start a new song, but before I could finish, Y/n took it. "What's this~" she sings, curiosity lacing her voice. "Give it back" I sternly mumble, reaching out to grab it. "No" "I hate you Park Y/n" I yell, after she throws my music book into her black backpack, not wanting to ever hand it back.
The Day I Met Him
