❝-𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄
like sugar and i think i'm
addicted. ❞
⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘
⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ
🏼 in which the hot older brother
🏽 of a certain ginger likes
🏾 flirting with you until your
🏿 face turns terribly red.
⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ
𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇ˀ ◡̈...
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— "𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔."
the room was quiet and it felt like ten degrees had dropped when the boy they kept so dear to them had muttered those 9 words. he was just drunk, he couldn't have meant that he wanted them right?
...
right?
it scared them, to think about him ever wanting them in that way. in the way that poets preached about and choirs sang about. it scared them, knowing that because of those simple 9 words, they could lose everything they've ever built with the boy in just a second.
because they didn't feel the same.
so suddenly, the distance between them felt like miles and the grip xiao had on their arm was all too tight and it felt like it was burning. their thoughts were moving slowly like it was crawling through a mud river trying to bring it back down. the only thing that was at the present was the sinking of their heart as y/n realized, no matter what was going to happen, nothing would ever be the same ever again.
no amount of talking could ever fix the chasm that had just been ripped in their friendship and there was no changing minds here. because although y/n loved xiao, they were deathly afraid of what it meant to love someone and for someone to love them. they loved xiao in the way that he would always be there to pick them back up when they were broken and they loved xiao in the way that they would always be there to listen to xiao's troubles about everything.
