《Destined Meet ; jjh ✔️》Pt.7
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Minso's pov
I was in the middle of the road and the car is coming toward me here!
Jaehyun's pov
I just stress out and I come out side for a walk since taeyong and yuta is coking so I come out!!!It 6:30pm now and have only a few people here..But I see that girl,Minso why she here in the middle of the road!!!Why sot. She moving a car is coming toward her!!!
Minso's Pov
"KANG MINSO!!!"I heard a sound shout of name!It rude guy....He protect me from a car crush
"Yah!Take care of your girlfriend well..."Mr driver said!Wait girlfriend?We are not couple and he drive away!!!I turn and look at rude guy....He palm and his knee is bleeding
"Gwinchana?"I ask him
"I'm not okay!!!Why you standing there like a robot!"He suddenly scold me
"Sorry!!let me help you up!"I stand and help him to stand up to sit at the bench
"I'll buy you some bandages...."I said and walk to the shop that near by But suddenly
Jaehyun's pov
"I'll buy you some bandages...."She said and walk away but suddenly she come back and sit down in front of me (not on the floor)
"Wae?"I look at the way she sit
"Did you have money?I didn't bring it!"She said
"Ashhh!Silly!"I said And take some money from my pocket and give her
"Thx!"She smile a bit and walk aways
She come back with only 1 bandages
"What you going to do with 1 bandages?"I ask her annoying
"Really?So we need a lot of it?"She ask back
"YES!"
"Ohhh-ok"Then she left and she comeback again with 2boxes of bandages god!I told her a lot and he really buy a lot
"Are you dump orr sth?"I ask her
"You told me to buy a lot!and that a lot"
"Ok fine...."
"Wait I'll go buy the water to clean it...."She forget everything
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