- 3rd person's POV -You stumbled around your room, struggling to put on your socks. It was a cold and chilly Friday morning, and you were preparing for school. ting your phone screen lit up indicating a new text message. You walked over to your bedside table and grabbed your phone. Your face lit up in excitement, as you read the message.
"I'm outside" It was from your best friend, Soobin. You replied immediately with a "wait a minute".
You walked over to your closet, grabbed your coat, your backpack, then headed downstairs. As soon as you got down, the smell of butter filled your nostrils. Your mom greeted you with a smile on her face. You greeted her back.
"Good morning!" a familiar voice greeted from the dining room, you turned your head towards that direction and saw a boy in a uniform, munching on pancakes. "Good morning Soob," You replied while trying to hold back your laughter and walked towards the kitchen counter and took the plate of freshly made butter pancakes your mom prepared for you. You made your way to the dining table and set your plate infront of Soobin.
"Did you sleep well?" Soobin asked, munching on his last piece of pancake. "Kind of," You poured some milk in your glass. "I had to do some homework so, I slept a bit late." You added as you poured some milk in his glass. Soobin made an O shape with his mouth and nodded while looking at you. "Well then, get ready after school cause we'll be going somewhere!" he happily said.
If only you knew, Soobin. I've been liking you for years, yet you don't even know. I don't have the confidence to confess, because it might ruin the friendship we have. I decided to keep it to myself. And also you deserve someone better than me. And someday, you'll find that someone. And when that day comes, I'll be happy for you, even though it kills me inside.
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A/N
Hello! I'm finally back with another update after a month! I know this imagine is so short:( And it's so weirddd, I wrote this back when I had exams... I hope you enjoyed it though:)
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