"Being a fan of someone who you hardly know could seem quite unnatural. but I think it's the purest type of love."
"I don't want you to be my fan, I want you to be mine."
JinyoungxJaehyun
(my two peachy boys)
She blurt, with an another perfection in front of him. There's a box of fried chicken and can of drinks in his hands, waiting for an approval to smudge into her home.
"Sure."
The goddess-look-alike man slightly pull open the window curtains as the blooming season smells so fresh, and he loves smell of nature.
Jeong Jae Hyun, he's like the refreshing breeze on a hot summer day, he has the deepest dimples that you could find yourself drowning in and a body sculpted from god himself.
-not only the man of your dreams, but the man of everyone's dream.
-the type of boyfriend that will never be your boyfriend.
The softest hands of a guy she ever seen, carefully dished out the take away foods he bought. Jae Hyun's more to a very sweet and romantic type of guy. He would caress and spoil his lady with all his might. Born opposite from Jinyoung, stern yet lovely.
"Noona-"
Sliding a can of drink to her, interrupt the god description in her head.
He excuse himself in front of her, make his seat, grab his drink, gulp a few and start digging the fried chicken. "It's your favourite-" a spontaneous comment.
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"I met his mother."
The uncounted bite stop. He looked at her, curious plus anxious.
This man knew everything about Jinyoung, how he broke the fragile girl into piece.
It hurts.
There's no sugar coating or denying the depth of the pain. It kills, simply kills, to see the person you love to be with someone she deeply in love, talking about someone she put her life on. Yes, it feels like why this hell happened everytime you with her? Why must be someone else, why can't it be you, the one she love to?
But it doesn't make sense, couldn't force anyone to love. And that's the rule that need to be accepted in the order of life, no matter how painful it is at times.
"What she talk about with you?"
The fork was down on the table, food back on plate, slightly wipe his mouth with the napkin, put his eye on the sweetest creature he fall in love with, fill with
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-tense.
"Well, inviting me for a dinner. Together with him-"
It feels like someone took a red iron road and rammed into the chest, physically burning in chest and stomach. At this point, either live with the pain and let it consume you to hate the person you once loved.
"--and I'm going."
Apart from that, although it's hard to hear that, try to remain calm and accept what the situation lead to right now. Sit for a while, lean and try to not thinking about it- leave her for a while.
