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"You can't be serious right now, like what the hell?! Who eats Kimchi with soya ramen!? Yikes!" Nia let out exasperated. I giggled looking at Jungkook's red face, as he seemed completely offended by her remark.

"To the hell with you! Do you think eating pizza with pickle is normal?! Eh! It should be me to say, YIKES! What's wrong with you lady?" Jungkook scowled.

Nia gasped dramatically, which apparently suited her a lot. She looked even more cuter than ever. "You trynna say that, I'm not normal, do you?" She pointed her finger accusingly at him. " Woah! I'm glad that for the first time ever, you've taken something the right way in your life. Congratulations Nia!" Jungkook encouraged with a petty grin.

This better needs a break right here, otherwise these both fighter jets are going to declare a WORLD WAR III, I thought.

"Wait up a minute you two Chipmunks! Don't create a scene here, as all the eyes are now on us and watching our drama. We better pay out the bill and leave." I said jumping in between.
I shuffled through my jacket's pocket and extracted the money I had left, and quickly handed it over to the food staller, before tugging them both with me on the streets.

"Hey, why did you do that? You're not supposed to pay for the bill." Nia yelled as she squirmed in my grip.

"Shh! That's enough. You guys had it enough. How much do you two fight? I wonder how you two even manage to stay under the same roof! I'm darn sure that one day, you'll both end up pulling every single hair on each other's head." I huffed out.

"It's her, you know that y/n." Jungkook mumbled.
"Nope, it's all about you." Nia howled with anger pumping her fists.
"STOP! You guys need a chill! You guys better stay here without ranting unnecessarily, I'll be back with ice creams." I said before hopping on my feet to the opposite lane.

I heard Nia complaining in the background, as I walked ahead without a care, sending her finger heart.
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Unknown POV

Emotions.

I feel pity for those people who dare to live for emotions, particularly for others emotions. This pretty darn thing, is the main cause of all the bullshits happening in the world, we're expected to behave, talk, listen, & make comments taking in consideration about other's feelings and emotions. We're ought not to hurt others by our thoughts or wordings.

Emotions sometimes are even more troublesome than ideas. Emotions have led people to do all sorts of things they later regret-like, oh, throwing a book at someone else.

Apparently, it is thought so that people get hurt by your harsh words, so in order to maintain reputation & good will in society, there are specific rules on how one should be mindful of someone else's emotions.
You know what, that's extremely funny & ridiculous. I often ponder, how people expect me to take care of other's emotions on that part, when I, myself am not capable enough to take care of mine. My own emotions are ravelled and raw, that they make me so wild & often petrified.

I can't yet deal with mine, and lo! here I've responsibility over other's emotions. What rubbish!

I sprinted on to my way, through the musty alley behind a restaurant, not unmindful of the fact that I felt beyond weary and fatigue was keen to take over me, yet being determined to reach my destination, I ushered myself.

My eyes were focussed on the exit door, with its board blinking in neon red light. Anyways, for how many days his cowardice could help him stay out of the hell? I chortled, my blood boiled at the remnants of darkest secrets he hid within, and still thought that he could stay out of my sight, that asshat!

My boots tracked my way, as I noiselessly slipped behind a withered brick wall, away from the attention of public and bouncers.
It's the time, I do some real work, darling!

I dawned my face with a black scarf, as I tidied myself before I turned around the corner, and having the very opportunity to get inside, I scurried for the exit door.

Well, not that easy baby! I knew it, these dimwits won't negotiate without a fight. A well-oiled and muscled man came up from behind, as he kept his hand on my shoulder to stop me, though I wished he knew what irked me up to the edge, unfortunate of him, he didn't....& so, fly came a wrenching punch on his face, as he stumbled backwards and before I could even treat him some more, his head tipped to one side.

Tch! Momma's boy.

My nose tickled as the overwhelming smell of drugs and wine settled in, and smoke fogged the entire arena in a thick blanket. I went up to the raised platform, parallel to the bar and soon enough, I spotted my prey for tonight...a sly smirk playing on my parched lips.

Beckoning a blonde hazel-eyed beauty, I persuaded her to do something for my favour, as she planted a kiss on my cheeks and roamed her hands all over me. Promising her a sweet reward and some cash in advance, she went swaying her hips sensuously, to the man who was my plump target.

Lightening my cigrette, I streamed out from the sinfully forbidden place, jostling through the drunk crowd and heaved a sigh in fresh air. It was showering moderately, adding further to my discomfort.
I strolled disdainfully, unbothered by the rain as I waited for the girl to come with my man. Truth to be told, I can't wait to clean up my hands on him.

However, I didn't expect to bump into a small prosaic figure.

"What the fuck." I muttered under my breath, as I peered down at the little girl disgusted.

She smiled in return,"I'm sorry!" She looked too happy, too decent & friendly, to my liking.

She held a plastic doll against her chest in her arms. I couldn't help but prudently eye up the plastic being, anybody could tell that the doll was treated with great care. It's hair tidily tied up in a pony and baby hairclips sticking to it. The doll wore a permanent toothy grin, that doubtlessly irked my blood to rile up.

I bit on my tongue harshly to avoid letting out anything disputable, but nonetheless I rolled my eyes, sparing a scoff thinking that the doll was much happier than an actual human being. Hell of audacity!

But, well I think the girl is worth entertaining for a while, isn't it?
Tilting my head sideways and crouching down to her level, I smirked at the girl as she happily smiled, waiting for me to greet her back."What's that in your hand?"

"Oh! She's my Barbie!"

" But she looks sad."

Little girl's smile vanished, as worry dawned her face and she looked down at her doll worrisome, I like it much better now. No fake smiles.

"Really? Nope! Look, she's still smiling." She remarked, smile returning back on her face once again. I didn't like it one bit.

"But, can't you see she's crying." I voiced out, imitating a disheartened look." Her smile is fake, look."

"NO!"

" She feels suffocated around you. She wanna die, everytime you touch her, she wants to kill herself to death, SHE HATES YOU!" I yelled at the girl, glaring as a sinister smile took over my face.

Her lips quivered in fright as tears stained her cheeks, she gazed down at her doll sadly, as she screamed once again "NOO!"

I ducked down, scooting closer to her trembling body, as I touched her cheeks and circled her skin with the tip of my calloused finger, " Want to know why she hates you?" I grabbed her chin and made her look right into my burning eyes.

Her terrified eyes gawked at me, as she stammered, "W-why?"

"Cause you disgust her! You'll one day leave her and kick her out of your life, abandoning her on the roadside. You'll grow up, and become the same as all others. You'll throw this plastic thing in trash without a second thought, & that's why, SHE HATES YOU!" I growled at the girl, as her eyes widened in realisation and welled up with fresh tears.
She screamed and fell on her knees, as loud sobs left her withered lips.

I stood up, dusting my pant casually, as I amusedly glimpsed at the toiled up girl, I loved to see the real face of people, weak, vulnerable, scared and their hollow hearts slaughtered, as much as I hated seeing fake smiles and bogus sophistication, these people deliberately try to showcase.

I turned around, ready to leave when-Sting! A piercings slap landed on my face, surging shooting pain all through my nerves, causing them to pop out. I felt searing heat oozing out from the skin around my left cheek and ear, as my surrounding seemed to be nullified for a moment or so.

Slowly & dangerously, I hooded my eyes up, to see the person whose body I was about bury right here, if not, then feed to stray dogs.

But, for some unknown reason, my eyes popped out looking at the person standing before me, as the fist I'd tightened loosened suddenly.

"You...?!"

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