[ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ] 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 || 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧

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✨✨I think I might write the rest of the story in second person + third person. Reason being, I feel as if I'm able to express more characters for the next coming scenes,, heehee
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Also while I'm writing this, my stomach is non stop growling. It's also 3:15 AM, and my boyfriend it sleeping so I don't want to go make food because that might wake him up. ANYWAYS! please enjoy this chapter!
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~AU👁👄👁

"... for the sake off whopping $200 dollars?" Those words were like a song stuck on repeat. Ringing constantly in your head, you only seemed to focus on those words, ignoring all the noise around you.

Two hundred dollars.

Two...
Hundred...
Dollars...

Dollars. That word. Sickening you to your stomach. Everything was about cash. Being engaged to Jeonghan for the sake of an amount of dollars, future humiliation you would've faced because of Mingyu, for the sake of an amount of dollars. You felt as if your worth was determined by money now. An item on the black market, being sold and bought. You gripped the hem of your shirt, not wanting to hear anymore.

You were beyond pissed. You were about to say Yeonhee took it too far, but realization hit you in the face. You were the one who was in the wrong. You kept huge secrets from her. You ignored her, fearing for losing her yet you were the one pushing her away. It was honestly and truthfully painfully, your fault. You continued to sit there hearing the two talk. You couldn't find the words to speak. "Yeonhee! Stop it! It's not like that now—"

"So you're admitting it was like that before?" Yeonhee locked her eyes with yours. Silence filling her phone. Mingyu didn't speak because he would've been denying the truth.

"Y/N. It's not like that anymore. I promise it's not like that anymore." Mingyu spoke, voice trembling. He already knew you were there. He wanted to clear himself, he didn't want to end things with you. Not after he actually began to harbor these feelings. He could let you leave as quickly as you came. You said it to him. The three words that gave him hope. The three words her convinced himself was truthful. What he didn't know was, everything you've spouted—
—was an absolute lie. He was holding onto False hope, believing in the impossible because of your words. The three words that haunt all four of you.

'I love you'

Those three words gave all four of you something common. Trauma. Love? Pfft— who would believe in that now at a moment like this? It was both like fire and water. Provides you with everything you ever wanted, everything you need. Then the possibility of it killing your existence is possible. "Where are you? I'll come pick you up—"

You couldn't take this anymore. You stood up to your feet, your chair scraping against the floor. Without any other words, you left the cafe speechless. The weather completely opposite of your mood. The sun shines brightly, kissing your skin. The small breeze that would pull your hair back, letting it flow in its current. Such beautiful whether on a day where so many eyes rained tears. Yeonhee picked up her phone, pressing the speaker button and pressed the phone against her ear. "No use. She just left."

With that Yeonhee pressed the end button, slamming her phone flat into the tables taking both drinks in her hands. Fingers trembling. She took sips from her cup, not even noticing the clenching of her fist, breaking the cup of what was your drink. Yeonhee sighed, shaking off the liquid that exploded on her palm.

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After you left the house, Jeonghan stood there for 30 minutes making up decisions as to what he should do. He was going to leave. He was going to act as if he doesn't know you, for the benefit for you. He knew that that was what you wanted from the very start... it might not be to late to start... right? Jeonghan walked up the stairs, opening his bedroom door. His eyes connecting first to his mattress. The mattress you've been sleeping in for the past week. Your smell still lingered in the room. He could shut his eyes and imagine you there. Sleeping in his arms just like you were this morning... but that's all it would ever be.
—His imagination. A dream. Your nightmare.

He opened his closet and grabbed the empty duffle bags on the shelf at the top. Pulling them down from up above. He also entangled his fingers into the hangers that held up his clothing. Stuffing them into his bag. He wasn't going to be able to pack everything. That would be impossible. He only took things he deemed necessary... for some reason that also being his lego collection.

Placing the built pieces carefully in a separate compartment, he looked at the last lego piece. It was the 1970's Dodge Charger. The one you liked ever so much... he smiled while a singular tear rolled down his cheek. He kept that one on the desk. It pained him to glance at it. He wasn't even sure if he was going to be able to even drive his car without being a reminded of you. He wanted to get ride of his feelings for you. If he became more attached... he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to let you go. He wasn't even sure at this moment. Jeonghan finished packing somethings when he heard the front door open. Lifting up his bags, he walked towards the staircase, looking at the person who just entered. It was you. You stood there, stuck in a daze as if your life flashed before your eyes.

Jeonghan gulped looking at you, puffungn out his cheeks in anticipation. He wasn't expecting much from you, but what he was expecting was far from good. You were so beautiful. Every time he stared at you, he could feel himself fall in love all over again. It wasn't going to be easy, he wasn't even sure if he was wanting too. He walked down the stairs stopping at the door. Dropping his bags to the floor. Jeonghan just wanted to hear one thing from you. Perhaps a goodbye, questions, pleads for him not to leave, this was the last string of hope he was holding onto. Any sign you'd give him to stay... but you were holding a pair of scissors, and cut that string with words of rancor.

"I hate you, Yoon Jeonghan. Get out of my life and don't you dare show yourself to me ever again."