𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 {𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐧}

35

"hey you good?"

i sit on my bed, my head leaning on the wall as seojun holds my hand,

"no it's that time." i reply.

"oh. do you want anything?" he asks getting up.

"nah sit, it's fine. i don't eat a lot on my pp." i say pulling his hand bringing him back down, "just stay with me for now."

he smiles and hugs me rubbing my back shaping small little circles.

"does she annoy you that much?"

i nod and turn to him ranting,

"she gives me such a bad feeling! like i so wanna punch her square in the face. does she think i'm going to give you up or something? like your my boyfriend, right? and relationships are supposed to stay together, and i feel like she's here to ruin it. it's so frustrating, ughh."

i rant screaming here and there, i fall back on my back getting back up while constantly ranting, i squeeze my hand in anger, i rant furiously moving my head left to right,

"like i get it my boyfriends hot but man! just shut the hell up! take a damn hint you fuckface!"

i take a deep breathe and view han seojun's face. he looks at me slightly smiling. i grin back falling into his arms. i burry my face into his chest while i listen to his heartbeat. he pulls me by the shoulder and makes me look directly at him.

"all i heard was that your jealous." he laughs.

i scrunch my nose leaning back on my arms,

"am not!"

"such a clear image.."

"huh?" i ask leaning forward.

"n-nothing, yah your to close!"

"i am?" i looking around seeing i'm in his face. he takes the opportunity to pull me into a hug. i stay stiff not making a single move.

"you know i love you right?"

"y-yeah."

"so don't ever think i'll leave you." he caresses my hair stroking it.

i nod, i turn around pulling out my laptop as i sit on his lap,

"let's just watch a movie, i wanna watch a sad one."

"what why?" he asks looking at me.

"i feel like crying." i reply looking back at him smiling squinting my eyes.

"um okay?"

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"that shit was sad, i even cried why aren't you crying?!" he yells sniffing.

"it wasn't sad, let' watch another one." i search for another one.

he shuts my laptop, i turn to him wrapping my legs around his waist, i see him balling. i laugh trying to wipe his tears but more keep dropping,

"damn didn't know you were sensitive about these kind of things."

"shutup."

authors note:

yeah i call my period pp, idk i just do. i don't feel comfortable calling it period🧍🏻‍♀️