seven

"its mine!" someone yelled just as both hands shot out to grab the gallon of milk--theirs and yoongi's.

their hands fell onto the handle at the same time, but yoongi had been just a little bit quicker. in war and love, everything is valid, and the other person didn't care. there was immediately a tug of war that ensued between them.

yoongi looked up to find himself face to face with a young woman who had surprising strength, as she refused to surrender the milk to him.

meanwhile, yoongi had his son in one arm, trying his hardest not to drop him as he cried into his ear. the whole scene would have been a spectacle to look at, had there been more people at the market.

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i haven't posted in this for about two months.

that's because these last couple of months i have been super busy. suddenly i have a social life and all my friends want to hang out with me. so i've blown off wattpad to go out with them.

but i want to give myself more time to write again, which is what i love. 

thank you to those of you who still read my stories. it means the entire world to me.

-clary