Once I Go Home, Ill Be Able To See My ATE Albums

Once I go home, I’ll be able to see my ATE albums 🤧🤧🤧

⭑.ᐟ I (don’t) hate you ✶⋆.˚ Y.jn

Pairing — Yang Jeongin x gn!afab reader

WC — 2.8k (2871)

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Synopsis — Sometimes three words is all it takes to get somewhere in an argument.

Genre — Smut, sprinkle of fluff, sprinkle bit of angst.

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w — Dom!Jeongin x sub!reader, Angry sex (sorta), Unprotected sex (Don’t do!), brief argument, Jeongin is a sweetheart afterwards

“I hate you.”

Those were three words that neither of you would’ve expected to hear at that exact moment. You didn’t mean to let those kinds of words slip, and it wasn’t in your best interest to get so angry towards him, but you couldn’t help it. Recently you started to feel as if your relationship with Jeongin was starting to become tense and that the two of you were starting to drift away from each other. After voicing those concerns the both of you agreed and planned to hang out together in order to save your relationship.

The first time he missed out on your plans you weren’t as upset considering that Jeongin had a pretty tight and unpredictable work schedule, so when he called you in his apologetic tone about being unable to make it you only brushed it off. The second time he missed out you were a little upset, but you decided not to let it bother you as much since he had an unexpected emergency with one of his friends. The third time though… is what really set you off.

The other two times were fine, sure it made you a little sad knowing that you kept having to constantly push your time with him away, but tonight his actions had no excuse and you were simply fed up. The third time Jeongin missed out on plans, he had taken it upon himself to go out with his friends to a bar, completely disregarding your plans tonight. When you found out you were beyond seething, and it took everything in you not to go to the bar he was at and go off on him. Instead, you waited until he got home to give him a piece of your mind, but what you didn’t expect was for him to be out so late, so that only added more fuel to your raging fire.

When Jeongin did make it home, you were sitting on the couch, arms crossed and staring blankly at the TV on a show he knew you weren’t even interested in. It didn’t take words for him to understand that you were extremely upset right now, and it didn’t take long for him to remember why. The moment he began to apologize you immediately cut him off, and that’s when he starts to feel bad. However, it’s not long before that guilt turns into anger because of how stubborn you are in forgiveness.

In a matter of seconds you’re both arguing back and forth, taking little jabs out of each other out of anger. You’re frustrated that he doesn’t understand how important this was to you and he’s upset because you’re not giving him any grace for forgetting. It’s a whole mess, and at some point you’re tired and want it to end. The moment you decide to drop the conversation and just give up, Jeongin says something that only makes you even angrier.

“I was better off just staying out with my friends if I knew I was going to come back home to this.” He spat, and you’re quick to whip your head back around.

That’s what leads you to where you are now, both shocked at the words that came out of your mouth.

“You hate me?” Jeongin repeats, sounding a little more surprised than upset.

You stand there in front of him, trying to process that you did in fact just say that you hated him. You weren’t even sure if that was true, it was just what you felt like at the time. When you don’t answer, Jeongin stalks a little closer towards you to the point where he’s standing straight in front of you now.

“Do you hate me?” He asks the same question, just different wording.

You’re not sure why, but suddenly the air is tense and Jeongin looks a little more attractive than ever. You figure it had something to do with the fact he was so angry and riled up from your argument. Honestly, the moment he started to match your angry energy you sort of forgot what you were even upset about, because all you could think of was him. You’re not sure why you even said what you said, but you sure as hell weren’t about to back out of it now.

“So what if I do? You don’t even care about me.” You say, crossing your arms and holding your chin up to really sell the act.

Jeongin inches closer towards you, causing you to back up until you feel the solid surface of a wall nearby against your back. You gulp a bit at the sight of his intimidating gaze, your knees feeling a bit weak as you sit against the wall. He traps you there, continuing to stare you dead in your eyes until he decides to speak.

“I do care about you. It’s just that you can’t seem to understand that I’m busy and that I forget things.” He says and you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I understand, but three times, Jeongin? At that point you might as well just say you don’t have the time for me.” You say, and your words only anger him even more.

“It’s not like that and you know it.” He says through grit teeth.

All you both can manage to do right now is look at each other. You don’t even know what to say and it’s clear that he doesn’t know either. The air is dead silent around the two of you except the soft ticking of the clock and the occasional sounds of the house settling in. You’re breathing a little heavier than you were before, and suddenly your entire body felt hot and your clothes were unbearable.

“Say it again.” He says, his voice barely above a whisper. You raise your eyebrow, a little unsure about his request seeing as it looked as if he were going to pounce on you any second now.

Despite his intense gaze he gently takes you into his hands, caressing your waist as he waits for you to speak to him. You gulp, suddenly feeling nervous but more aroused than anything.

“I hate you. I really hate you.”

Jeongin only chuckles before he’s taking your lips onto his for a rough kiss. “Better stand on your words then.” He mumbles between kisses, and you can’t help but whimper at the raspy tone in his voice.

The kiss is hungry and ravishing, like you both hadn’t kissed each other in years. Your body is pressed against his, your hands running against his hair and tugging at the roots in an attempt to feel him as close to you as possible. His hands are squeezing your waist, digging his nails into the skin and creating crescent shaped marks in his wake. He’s hard, and rightfully so. You didn’t expect an argument between the both of you to create such sexual tension, but that was nothing to worry over.

His hands make their way to your ass, squeezing handfuls of it and bringing you close to him. You whimper at the way his hands roughly move on your body, possessive touches making their way around and grabbing what his hands can touch. Nothing else matters in this moment besides you and him, and honestly you’re both not even angry anymore, the argument long gone from your minds.

After a few minutes of kissing until neither of you could breathe, Jeongin suddenly lifts you from the ground causing you to squeal in surprise as he holds you and carries you over to the nearest hard surface… the dining room table. He places you flat down on the table, the smooth surface causing a shiver to run through your body from how cold it was compared to you. The table was the last place you’d expect to take him, but right now you didn’t care.

You’re quick to pull him back in for a kiss, the encounter being a bit sloppier than last time. You could feel his erection poking your thigh and it nearly makes you laugh once you realize how turned on he actually is right now. There aren’t many words exchanged between the two of you the moment he pulls away to start undressing you. Jeongin starts with your tanktop, pulling the flimsy piece of fabric past your tummy, pulling away to get it over your head until it lands on the floor somewhere. He leaves your breasts exposed to him as he works on your shorts, hurriedly tugging them off, tossing those somewhere too.

Now naked underneath him, he makes quick work of his own clothes, hurriedly throwing off his shirt and undoing his pants, tossing them to the side. You’ve never seen this side of him before, where he so desperate and determined to fuck you right now. You were one hundred percent the argument from earlier had something to do with this, and you didn’t blame him not one bit. He places a hand between your legs, his lithe fingers sliding between your folds and gathering your arousal on the pads of his fingers. You let out a soft gasp, melting into his touch as he hovers over you now. You’re practically trapped between the table and him as he continues to rub his fingers all over your pussy. He’s being a tease, dipping the tip of his finger into your hole and quickly pulling it out, giving your clit soft ghost touches and grabbing handfuls of your thighs in his hands.

“You hate me, yet you’re fucking soaking..” He murmurs into the skin of your neck, placing soft kisses against it. You let out a breathy whine, squirming a bit underneath his hold.

“Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this too-..” You bite back with a shaky breath, and Jeongin can’t help but chuckle. Even when he was being unfair to you, you’re still quick to call him out too.

“Do you get this wet for everyone that you hate?” He asks, spreading your legs further, exposing your wet folds to him. He takes himself into his hands, the signs of his own arousal evident as beads of precum stick to his hand. You shake your head, your face growing hot the moment he props himself up to stare down at you. You bite your lower lip and shake your head ‘no’, but Jeongin isn’t pleased with that response.

“Words, use them.” He orders, and you can feel him slide the tip in a bit, causing you to gasp out again.

“N-no.. You know I don’t..” You say, unable to maintain eye contact with him. You bring your hands up to cover your face, but Jeongin is quick to stop you, taking your wrists and pinning your hands above your head with a hand. You’re a little taken aback by this, but it only turns you on even more by how rough he’s being with you right now.

He takes it a step further by cupping your face with his other hand, continuing to stare you dead into your eyes. “Keep your eyes on me. I wanna see the faces you make while you’re getting fucked by the guy you hate so much.”

Before you can even think to speak he’s pushing himself in, and you both moan when he does, a soft ‘yeah I know, baby, I know’ leaving his lips when you don’t stop moaning after he starts to snap his hips into you. He lets go of your hands and face to hold your hips in his grasp, and honestly you’re so fucked out that you don’t even realize that you could move your hands now, deciding to keep them in their place. The table shakes and creaks underneath the two of you, accompanied by the loud groans and pants made by you both. He’s got you in place while he pistons himself in and out of you, his face now buried in between your neck. After a few moments it dawns on you that he’s not holding your hands anymore, so you find purchase on his shoulders, digging into them as he fucks you.

“You fucking hate me, huh?” He grits out, pulling his face away from your neck to stare down at you again. It’s hard to look at him when he’s like this, but you do your best to stare back at him. He’s got a scowl on his face almost as if he were disgusted by this whole thing, and he’s fucking you as if he’s got something to prove. You love it when he’s like this, when he’s so pissed off and angry that all he wants to do is just fuck you.

“I do, I hate you so- so fucking much-” You moan out, and you feel his cock twitch at your words. He stifles his own moan, picking up his pace a bit so that he was going a bit faster. He’s nearly fucking you off of the table, the decor ontop of it long gone ever since you’ve both started. He fucks you hard, and his grip on you is harsh, like he doesn’t want you to go anywhere. It feels good, and you don’t care about letting him know it feels good.

“You hate me so much yet you’re falling apart on my cock,” Jeongin spat out, and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. “You’re so pathetic, you can’t even keep up with your words. Do you act like this to people you hate? Do you get close to cumming on their cocks too?” He continues on, but you can’t even respond, because your brain feels like mush leaking out of your ears. “I don’t–I don’t–!” is all you can manage to get out.

“You don’t what? You takin’ back your words now all because you got dick? Is that all you wanted?” Jeongin says with a groan, his hips slamming frantically into yours, the feeling of his orgasm creeping up faster than he would have liked it to. You nod your head so fast you’re worried it would’ve rolled off by now, your back arching off of the table and melting more into him.

“Yes! Fuck- yes! That's all I want-!” You ramble, your hands now tugging and pulling at his hair in the midst of your own pleasure. Jeongin hisses at the feeling of your hands tugging at his hair, and he doesn’t hesitate to let out a scoff.

“Filthy thing,...so fucking filthy…starting an argument just to get fucked by me, I should’ve known better.” He says, pulling away from you just to slam himself back into you. He’s fucking into your gspot so good that it’s nearly impossible for you to focus on anything that he’s saying. He decides not to press further, letting you get what you want just this once by reaching under to rub your clit. The second he starts rubbing circles on your clit you’re done for, and it’s not long before you’re cumming around his length.

“I-I’m–!” You gasp out, and Jeongin only shh’s you, “That’s it baby, let go for me, thaat’s it..” He says, talking you through your orgasm. He follows behind you shortly after, filling you up with all of his previous frustrations and anger. You’re both panting and coming down from your highs, slowly coming back to reality.

He fully pulls away from you, pulling out of you and letting out a rather pleased sigh. Then, without saying a word he leaves you laying there on the table. You want to call out for him, to ask him where he was going, but you figure it was no use. As satisfying as that was, it still didn’t satisfy the fact that he still never acknowledged his behavior. It makes you sad almost, but that goes away when you hear footsteps returning back to the area you’re still laying in. You sit up a bit to see what was happening, and you have to do your best to suppress a smile after seeing the large blanket and pack of wipes in his hands.

Despite still feeling upset for his lack of apology, you figure that this would have to do for now, especially with how cute he looked right now. He goes back up to you with a wipe ready in hand, beginning to wipe off the parts of you he knew would feel icky. It’s nice to be taken care of like this, and you could almost pass this as your apology.

“I’m sorry.” He suddenly speaks up, and your eyes dart over to him. “I know you just wanted to spend time with me, and I should’ve done better to make that happen.” He says sincerely, and when he’s done wiping you off he gently sits you up, wrapping you in the blanket in such a delicate manner. Your heart swells at his sweet actions and genuine apology and you squeeze him when he wraps his arms around you for a hug.

“I don’t want you to ever hate me. I’ll do better.” He murmurs into your shoulder, and you kiss his cheek in response.

“I don’t hate you, yeni. How could I ever?“

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First Kiss

Best friend Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: Kissing, some suggestive content MDNI

Genre: friends to lovers, fluff

Summary: You've never kissed before and your best friend, Hyunjin shows you how to.

You and Hyunjin loved watching movies together. Both of you can't shut up for even a minute from start to end. You had way too many questions to ask and Hyunjin had way too many theories to share. Not to mention all the snacks.

This particular movie was going really well, until a romantic scene unfolds. The characters who have been at each other's throats the entire time were now kissing. And not just a kiss, a kiss that looked like the male lead was sucking the soul out of his lady.

You stole a glance at Hyunjin and saw that he had a small smile on his face. Your cheeks heat up as you wonder what this actually felt like, because, you've never kissed anyone before. Except for the boring cheek kisses or forehead kisses. You've never had your share of the real deal.

Before second-guessing yourself, you turn to Hyunjin and ask, 'What's it like to kiss someone?'

He turns to you, eyebrows raised, surprise flickering in his eyes.

'What do you mean?'

'I've never kissed anyone before. I was just wondering what it feels like...kissing someone.' You were already regretting this, because your neck and face and ears feel really hot with embarrassment.

Hyunjin's eyes widen, and he looks a bit surprised with this new piece of information.

'Are you serious? You've never kissed anyone before? Like really?' He asks, moving a bit closer.

You feel incredibly self-conscious now, and you shake your head, no.

He grins. He looks like a really handsome Cheshire Cat now, and says, 'Do you want to try it with me? Just so you know what it's like.'

Your heart skips a beat at his offer. He looks way too excited and eager for you to even consider saying no. Even though the thought of kissing Hyunjin was rather terrifying. Not that you never thought of it before - he does have the most beautiful lips in the world.

The intensity of his kiss made you dizzy, that you close your eyes, savoring the feeling of his soft wet lips on yours. When you finally pull back gasping for air, he's looking at you with a dark glimmer in his eyes.

So, naturally, you nod. And he doesn't waste a second. His eyes light up as he pulls you towards him, and onto his lap. You gasp in surprise, and before you could even react, his lips are on yours. He starts off slow and just takes your lower lip between his lips, and you try to follow his lead.

And then, there was a sense of urgency in the way his lips moved - like he was afraid that you'll pull away, so he has to get as much done as he possibly could. His hands held you firmly in place, one on your waist and the other cupping the back of your head.

'Is it always like this?' you ask breathlessly, your voice a bit shaky.

Hyunjin smiles and leans in, kissing you softly, his lips light and gentle against yours.

'It can be soft.' he murmurs against your lips.

Then, he kisses you with more force, knocking the air out of your lungs. His hands move down to your hips and he pulls you closer to him, and you can't ignore how hard he is under you. And all you did was kiss.

His lips move roughly against yours and when you think you can't take it anymore, he's pulling back, biting your lower lip seductively. This instantly sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through you and you feel a flutter in your belly.

'It can be rough.' he says, his voice husky.

His lips are touching yours as he spoke and you love it a little too much. You definitely want more and the way he's looking at you shows that he wants more too.

'And it can also be full of love.' he whispered softly, a smile pulling at his lips. 'Because I love you.'

You are leaning in, and he's kissing you again, this time his tongue moving along the inside of your lower lip, and he grips at you hip a little harder, making you gasp. And, he slips his tongue into your mouth. You're pulling him closer, and he keeps kissing you, your tongues brushing in a beautiful dance. This goes on for God knows how long, because when you pull back, you're nearly dying for more.

Your heart leapt and you thought it would jump out of your mouth. You have always loved Hyunjin, he was your person, your everything. And hearing him say this made you so happy, you wanted to cry.

You love this, this feels just right - you and him. His places open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck, his warm breath fanning your skin, and making you shiver.

He saw you struggling with your emotions, a tear trickling down your cheek. He is quickly wiping it away, his eyes sparkling with joy.

'I love you too, Hyunjinnie.' You mumble, and he pulls you into another kiss, this one, slow and sweet. You moan into the kiss, and shift on his lap. He moans in response, his hands sliding down to rest on your butt. You giggle into the kiss and he's laughing too.

The movie continued to play in the background, completely forgotten, as Hyunjin kissed you to heaven and back.

Unrequited love, what about it?

Minho x gn!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Genre: non-idol!au, high school au, fluff, angst

Warnings: none that i can think of (please tell me if i missed one!)

a bit self-indulgent, a bit not. i listened to this song while i was writing this. if you want, you can listen to it too as you read ^^

Unrequited love, they say. 

But for you, it was all just admiration from afar, making that person an inspiration for your poems, or maybe the muse to your art.

You first laid your eyes on him during your senior year at high school. The school’s dance team captain, who’s not just known for his exceptionally good performance with what he loves doing, but also the good-looking and caring senior everybody admires. 

Running through the hallway with your friends for a class you’re all gonna be late to in five minutes, leads you to the direction where the practice room is located. You heard music playing and at first you thought no one was inside, then you took a peek at the small glass of the door; someone was there slow dancing, trying to figure out the rhythm of the music that was playing at a low volume. You can’t help but to watch more because of the way his body was just swaying around, like it was flowing with the sound of the music. Then he turned around and there you saw him—Lee Minho, what a sight for sore eyes, indeed. 

That moment was cut short after your friend dragged you, reminding you that you’re almost late for your class.

From that moment, you noted to yourself to always take that route at the exact same time every day.

You thought you’d be fine with admiring him from afar. Watching the dance team on every competition they joined, peeking through the door of their practice room, and taking the long way to your classroom just so you could pass his classroom and see him—until it wasn’t enough.

You knew you had to do something to bring you two closer. Knowing he’s smart, you studied hard just so maybe you could be classmates for the next semester.

Unrequited love, they say. 

But how can that be love when you only want to watch him at his element? Your friends beg to differ. They say all you talk about was him. “How come he still looks that good even when he’s sweating a lot?” that, “Have you guys seen the way he smiles and laughs?” this, and the list goes on.

You just can’t help it. How could you? He’s good, great even, with what he does. Always on the top of the class, respectful to everyone, and very patient with teaching the dance steps to his team members. 

How can you not love a guy like him, right?

Did you just say love? You never even noticed it. People said at that rate of admiration you had for him, it’ll only be a matter of days that you’ll fall for him; and fall you did—hard, head first, no turning back.

Lucky you, in your last semester as a high school student, your school shuffles the class sections, and just like an answered prayer, you and Minho are in the same class. On top of it all, both of you were elected as the class officers; him as the president and you as the vice president.

Having to do a lot of tasks together as officers of the class brought you closer to each other. Meetings with the officers of other classes sometimes end up late at night. He’d walk you to your bus stop and wait until the bus arrives and leaves with you in it. He would sometimes ask you to watch the dance team practice a new choreography, or help him learn it alone. And at times like that, your brain short circuits and your heart beats faster with the thought of being alone with him.

These interactions made you fall for him even more. Seeing the guy for more than just his looks, and experiencing first hand how good of a person he actually is.

Unrequited love, they say. 

For the way you look at Minho is totally different from how he does to you. They say you look at him as if he’s someone you’d willingly risk everything you have for him, and if you’re being honest, they might just be right. On the other hand, they said he looks at you as how a best friend would do—adoring you and being proud of the things you achieve. Platonically in love with you but never romantically.

Your feelings for him gets deeper as months go by. Today, it was one of those late nights after a meeting with the other officers. Everything’s getting busier as your graduation approaches. As usual, Minho walks you to the bus stop. 

Your bus arrives and he pulls you into his arms and you gladly welcome the warmth of his hug. It has become a habit of the both of you to hug each other before you part ways. This time, he held you a little longer, and if you’d allow yourself to be a bit delusional, you swear you could feel his lips press a kiss on top of your head. 

When you let go, you looked up at him and saw him smiling just as widely as you. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” he said. “Of course,” you answered and waved him goodbye as you ran towards the bus. 

Unrequited love, they say. 

And for the first time, you agreed to them. For you watched it unveil before your eyes as he falls in love with the girl that’s part of his team. The way you see yourself in him as he looks at her with admiration and love. Like he’s willing to give everything to her—just as you would to him.

Your physics teacher is not coming today, he informed Minho through a message just a while ago. So, you have the whole period as free time to do anything. You were scrolling on your phone, watching different videos or reacting to funny memes shared on your newsfeed when you felt someone sit beside you. Not really in the right state of mind to talk to him after you heard the gossip about the “none-other-than Minho” dating his prettiest co-dancer, you decided to just continue scrolling through your phone. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he called to which you just hummed in response.

“Can you tell me your opinion about this?” He asked and showed you a bouquet of flowers flashed on his phone screen from a popular shop on instagram. 

“It’s pretty. The colors of the flowers compliment each other the same way the wrap does to them.” You said as you really liked the flowers he’s showing you right now. “Why? What’s with the sudden question about flowers?” You asked, knowing exactly you’ll only hurt yourself from the answer he would say.

“Oh, do you remember Reigne?” You would ignore it if given the chance, but you can’t. Not when you notice how lovingly he said her name. Not when he had to pause a little just to smile after her name fell from his lips. “I heard her and her friends talking about how beautiful these flowers are. I’ve thought of giving it to her after our performance this Saturday.” There it is, the sting of pain in your chest. Of course, it’s for her. What else did you expect?

“I bet she’ll love that and make her heart beat faster once you give that to her,” you said in all honesty, because it’s Minho. Who wouldn’t love to receive a bouquet of flowers from him? Who’s heart wouldn’t flutter when you realize the flowers he’s holding were especially for you?

His smile widens and you see the twinkle of his eyes—pure of love and excitement to the thought you had just given him. “You think so?” He asked, smiling giddily.

“I know so,” you respond and return his smile. 

“Okay!” He exclaimed and hugged you “Thanks, Y/N, you’re the best,” he said as he went back to his proper seat.

Unrequited love, they say.

When you can watch him become happier each day even if you’re not the reason behind his smiles, then, what about it?

You were fine with watching him from afar just months ago, it wouldn’t hurt to be on the sidelines of his life for the rest of it. 

But Saturday came, the day you dreaded the most as it reminded you of his plan. You wouldn’t miss a competition your best friend worked hard for just because of your silly, little, one-sided feelings for him. You hate to be that kind person, so you wouldn’t be that kind of person. You’d want to support him, even from afar, just like before.

They were great, you knew that, everybody knows about that already . After all the competing teams have performed, you had expected their win. So, you went outside to get some fresh air; it was hot inside after all, considering that many people came for this is the last competition for this season. 

You heard the name of your school and their dance team gets proclaimed as the champions. You smiled to yourself from the thought that you saw that coming. It was his last competition with this dance team, of course, he would do his best for them to win this—and win, they did.

You stayed outside a little longer than you expected, you saw everyone leave the venue and go home. But for some reason, you stayed there and it was getting dark already. You heard little noises from afar, as if your feet had their own brain, they walked to the direction of the noise. 

There you saw Minho, the one you’ve been admiring from afar, the man behind all your love poems, the one whose nose you try so hard to perfect when you sketch him as he sleeps, the person you tried so hard to deny that you love, yet fail miserably—your best friend.

You witness as he takes a deep breath and moves forward little by little to the person in front of him. It was Reign. In his hand, he holds the bouquet of flowers. Oh, so this was how he planned it. You thought to yourself as you watched Minho approach her carefully and give the flowers to her.

Everything unveiling before you wasn’t that surprising at all, after all, he told you about this plan already. It was you who said she’ll like the flowers and indirectly said, she’d love Minho as much as he does to her. Yet, what you didn’t expect was to see him kiss her. You had learned to accept that your feelings would never be reciprocated by him, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Because a few months ago, when you tried to dance with him in the practice room alone, when you looked at each other a little longer than necessary and faces were too close to each other, you thought that you could actually kiss him at that moment.

That night, you cried so much you actually thought your heart was breaking. You convinced yourself that time would pass and all of this was just part of your silly, little inevitable part of life as high school students.

Unrequited love, they say. 

You don’t agree nor deny it anymore. 

You just want it all to be over and move onto the next chapters of your life.

Your graduation passed just like the blink of an eye. You and your batch mates are all gathered at the school for the traditional final class picture before you all part ways and go to college or work. You honestly didn’t want to go. You almost didn’t go to your graduation because you didn’t want to see Minho anymore. Thinking about how effective it would be to forget your feelings for him if you avoid him. But, of course, you can’t do that. You have done so much to have come this far. Setting aside your feelings and goal of eliminating them, you attended the graduation. 

Today, you really didn’t want to come. Not because you didn’t want to see Minho, but because of what will be the outcome of your plan. You bought the book he’s been talking about to you that he didn’t want to buy because “it’s a waste of money” he said. So you bought it, it’s your money you’re wasting and not his in the end. There, you inserted a poem you made for him. Thought that maybe through this, you’d be over him.

The picture taking was over and all that’s left to do was to give him your present. 

“Hey, Min,” you called for him when you saw him standing in the middle of your classroom. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled as he turned around and opened his arms inviting you to hug him.

You approached him and hugged him tight. You wanted to savor this moment, scared that it might be the last. When you pulled away, you handed him the small paper bag.

“Got you a little something. A parting gift, you may say,” you said, looking down as you fiddle with your fingers.

“What’s this?” He opened the bag and saw the book. “I-thank you, Y/N!” He said and pulled you in another hug. “I didn’t get you something though, how about I treat you to eat?” He suggested and you’d love to say yea. But you can’t. It’s selfish, you know, but you think it’s for the best.

“I’d love to, Min, but I really have to go now.” Tone a bit down, expressing that you really regret not being able to accept his offer. “I hope you read that well,” you said and looked into his eyes. 

Hugging him one last time, and then you waved him goodbye as you ran out the door trying not to spill the tears that’s been threatening to fall when you looked at him.

Still a bit shocked by how fast you ran outside, and he swore he saw your eyes watered. He was left there standing alone again in the classroom as he removed the book from the plastic it was wrapped with. He remembers talking about it to you but never expected that you would get it for him. He opened the book and noticed something was inserted between the center page of it.

It was a small card, he’s familiar with the handwriting in it; it was yours. He read what’s written on it and he didn’t even notice he was crying until he saw the tear fall on the card. 

If they ask me to talk about love,

I’d talk about us.

Or more lovingly, from my perspective, I'd talk about you.

I’d tell them how I see stars in your eyes when you talk about the new dance step you learned.

The way you’d smile so brightly, I almost thought I was facing the sun.

The way you passionately do something you love, and show everyone you’re great at it.

The way you excel at everything, but will never forget to still be kind and humble.

If they ask me to talk about love,

I’d say your name in the blink of an eye.

Minho, how lovely your name is.

Even if that’s just how I’ll always be,

I’d tell everyone how amazing being your friend is.

Unrequited love, they say. In an unrequited love, I would choose to stay.

I promise I will write soon 😭 Just a little more until this class is done 🫠 Lowkey my creativity has gone down as of late. Like it’s so hard to put words down. But it’s alright :D I’ll take it one day at a time