I got to work early, and I had to wait on the fuckers to arrive, so I killed time texting Hobi and arranging a much needed night with my friend. He's nagging me with questions about that girl since he's barely talked to me. I avoided all of his questions and told him to save them for later. I'm sure he will hear all the truth he wanted from me once alcohol touched my lips.

Yoong and Jungkook arrived, and I didn't give them time to socialize like little bitches. We have a job to do, and the quicker we can it done, the better. Yoongi is scowling at me, and Jungkook is watching us, silently praying he doesn't step in as a mediator.

Jungkook, I like. I have nothing against him. He's a cool kid and has never crossed me. His only downfall is being friends with Min. I wish he would get over his thing with me. I fucked his sister-so what? Move on already.

Once we got to the community center, I got out of the truck and told my crewmates what maintenance needed to be done. Since the playground area was free, I focused my attention there. Now, since Namjoon is monitoring us leaving for our assignments, I'm stuck at this fucking place, dodging that girl like the cops at a busted underage party.

The sun blazed today, and the hat I wore was piss ass, providing me with little to no shade. My shirt stuck to me like glue, and I'm feeling uncomfortable. Fuck! I can't work like this. I set my tools aside and took off my t-shirt, instantly cooling from the relief of being in just my undershirt. Going back to pick up tools, my gaze met a pair of doe eyes, observing me from the window. Her lips parted slighted, and my stare directed to them, wishing they were on mine.

She looked adorable today, though she hid her perfect curves in a skirt modest to her figure. Her wide eyes narrowed a bit, and she softened her gaze, blushing as I caught the smile on her lips. Her lips, probably my favorite feature on her. My mind drifted back to the last few days when I was with her, and I had to turn away. I said no more, and I meant. Though, with Era, promises fell weak around her.

God damnit, this fucking unicorn!

I have to ignore her. I can't let her distract me. My decision to leave her alone is for her good. I can't bring her down with me. So, she's gone. Erased.

My attention is back to work, though my thoughts are far from it. Era, it's all about fucking Era, and I mean literally. Her moans are echoing in my ear, and the way she whispered my name when I'm hitting the spot, leaving her breathless from coming all over me, is making my dick swell. Would it be wrong of me to retreat into the bathroom for about twenty minutes? Fuck, this girl is ruining me.

"Taehyung?" A sweet voice uttered my name, and now I'm fucked for sure. I can't do this with her, and I won't.

I gritted my teeth, drudging up a wave of unfair anger, and turned to her. "What Era?" I muttered. The hitch in her breath made me want to vomit. My stomach started doing some weird shit, and holding the weed eater in my hand was becoming a task.

She scoffed. "What Era? Is that how you greet me? Are you going to pretend you don't know me now?" She eased closer to me, "Taehyung, look at me."

Fuck!

I turned toward her, face scowling and lip snarling as if she were disgusting to me. She didn't and could never. I'm disgusted with myself. The aggravation reflected my feelings and not what I have for her, whatever that is. Fuck, my stomach is doing weird shit again.

"Why are you acting this way? Are you trying to shut me out? Because it won't work. Why is it hard for you to admit you like me?" She wondered.

Fucking unicorns, beautiful and intelligent creatures. She can see through my bullshit. Before I could answer her, Yoongi paraded his nosy ass over toward us. Era folded, but it seemed out of respect and nothing else. "Yoongi," she called and hugged him. "How are you?" She asked.

Yoongi nodded to her, and his eyes settled on me. Does he think I won't fucking choke his ass with the chains on this swing? "What's going on here?" He asked. Fucking rude, and I'm not giving him the satisfaction.

"We're just talking." Era's sweet voice answered. "No need to worry." She added.

What the fuck does that mean? Has he been telling her shit about me?

"I'm not," he gritted. "But Kim better," he smirked.

Bold. Very bold in front of the lady. I bit down on my lip, glaring at him before I gripped my weed eater and walked away-a safe choice for his benefit.

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