Chapter 9

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Wednesday, 11:00 A.M.

Rude Boy

Me:

I am way too proud.
It is feeling as if me
myself is there up the
charts.

Rude Boy:
It's all because of Armys
like you. So, you can
think that its you up the
charts.

Me:
You sound like BTS giving
their award acceptance
speech. Lmao. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

Rude Boy:
That's the truth tho

Me:

Rude Boy:
You're shy for this?

Me:
Obviously... Btw you should
be shy too. You are also a
reason for BTS's success.

You are an army too.

Rude Boy:
I am proud but I don't
get shy that fast.

I am not a softie ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

Me:

Rude Boy:
Well it's my fingers
at work rn

Me:

Rude Boy:
What the fuckkk???

Ewww damn girl. I did
not mean it that way.

Me:
Who knows ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ

Rude Boy:
I know.
Don't fucking accuse me
of this.

Me:
Looks like someone took
something more seriously.

Rude Boy:
I don't wanna be
associated with this.

Me:

Rude Boy:
....

What kind of memes are
you having?

Better delete these

Me:

Haha I have many.

Rude Boy:
It's so futile talking to
you anyway.

Me:
You are doing it anyway

Rude Boy:
It's because you are
texting me.

Me:

Rude Boy:
Yeah I think I would do that

Me:
Hey? Really?

Wow.

Rude jerk

Thursday, 5:00 P.M.

Mi Hi

Me:
The location is somewhere
in Hongdae.

Mi Hi:
You did it so fast!

Me:

I am not a person who
likes to delay.

Mi Hi:
Liar

So, what now?

Me:
It's somewhere near a
laundromat. I'll contact
them if they have any
contact details.

Mi Hi:
Okay. I am trying to ask my
reporter friends to find
more to it

Me:
Cool

Mi Hi:
Btw BTS broke another record!!

Me:
Ik bitch ik.
Goddd I did talk
to rude boy not Suho
about this.

Mi Hi:
You still talk to him?

Me:
Yeah. A little. I like
talking to new people.

Mi Hi:
Since when? You hate
talking to new people!

Me:
What are you talking
about? I am an extrovert.

Mi Hi:
Heck no. You are goddam
introvert. You don't even
write articles in your name.

Miss Abigail Rosemeyer

Me:
That's because I don't
like fame.

Mi Hi:
Exactly

Me:
Hell. Then why am I
talking to him?

Mi Hi:
Do you see me as a mind
reader?

Me:
๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…

Mi Hi:
Fucking get lost already.
I am busy

Me:

Friday, 10:00 P.M.

Rude Boy

Me:

Rude Boy:
Why are you telling this
to me?

Me:
Nah I am telling this
to myself that it's okay
that I talk to you.

Rude Boy:
Then why did you

sent it to me?

Me:
Because I love you
and I love telling my
loved ones good things.

Rude Boy:
Loving me will take
you nowhere. You can
never get me anyway.

Me:

I don't want you
anyway.

Rude Boy:
Then why flirt?

Me:
Mood

Rude Boy:
Yk you are annoying af

Me:

You are not a very
good person to talk
to either

Rude Boy:
You still do

Me:
I am still thinking why?

Rude Boy:
I think because we
are a bit similar.

Me:
How?

Rude Boy:
It just feels like it.

Me:
You wanna say...

"Birds of a feather
flock together."

Rude Boy:
I don't particularly like
being associated with you.

But ig yes.

Me:
You cannot spare a chance
to be rude...

I am not a mf like you.

Rude Boy:
Just look at your text.

Me:
Oops. Lmao ๐Ÿ˜‚

Believe me, you are just
a fourth person with whom
I have texted this long.

And the first stranger ofc.

Rude Boy:
It's a first time for me too.
Talking to a stranger.

Me:
I never knew I would be
having such understanding
conversation with you. ๐Ÿ˜‚

Rude Boy:
I never thought I'll be
having any sort of conversation
with you.

Me:
You name and your
texts match appropriately.

It's like rude boy exhibits
rudeness.

Rude Boy:
I don't really care but
I would like you to change

my name.

Me:
Or delete your contact?

Rude Boy:
Huh?

Me:
Since you haven't saved
my number then it's pretty
reasonable.

Rude Boy:
You can delete it too.
But I had saved it after
our last conversation.

Me:
Oh. So, what should I call you?

Rude Boy:
Swag King?

Me:
I just puked. What kind of
name is that??

Rude Boy:
It's reality

Me:
And so is "rude boy"

Rude Boy:
You know you are as
rude.

Me:
Oh please I am not.

Rude Boy:
How about infiresgirl?

Me:
What the- No!
Proving that you are
a Yoongi stan! ๐Ÿ˜‚

Rude Boy:
Then just call me YG

Me:
YG? In the sense YG ent?

๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

I'll call you Ryuk

Rude Boy:
Oh. Why?

Me:
Because he is the shinigami
The God of Death. And a
good name ofc

Rude Boy:
It's cool so fine.

Me:
What's my name???

Rude Boy:
Are you forgetting that I
already know your real name?

Me:
Ahh shit I also want a
cool name. ๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜”

Rude Boy:
What do you wanna be?

Me:
Mikasa Ackerman

Rude Boy:
Fine. ๐Ÿ˜‚

Me:
๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

Btw you wanna see
what you look like??

Ryuk?

Rude Boy:
Sure...

Me:

Rude Boy:
What the fuck???

Change!! Hell nah.
I don't look like that.

And how do you look?

Me:

Rude Boy:
That's cheating.

Me:
Bye Ryuk

Rude Boy:
Whatever ๐Ÿ˜‘

Change Rude Boy to Ryuk?
Yes / No


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