Rosé one shot

My youth is yours (requested)

A/N: This is a requested story 😁 Hope you all like it hehe. Enjoy!!!

Y/N POV
How many times have I wished that you would smile at me the way you smile at your friends. How many times have I wished that you love me. How many times have I wished that you would say the same three words back to me. But you never would.

I thought it's fine. I could change your mind eventually. Thus, I squeezed a smile just for you even if I had a really bad day. I didn't text you at night because you said you like personal space. I held back my urge to hold your hand because you said you didn't like any skin ship. I was confused because sometimes you were online for almost three hours, probably texting your friends. I was even more confused when you allowed your friends to touch your face. But when it's me, all these things seem to become a taboo to you and I wondered is it because of me.

You told me not to tell anyone about our relationship. Why? Are you embarrassed of me? Once again, I don't understand. Why would you accept my confession then? Just for fun? Maybe. I don't know. I don't understand. Is it bad that I hope that you had rejected me that day? Since when this thought has sank in my mind? I am bothered by your coldness, honestly. I chose to neglect it because I thought it was just your personality. Little did I know that you were only acting cold when I was around.

Every Tuesday is our lunch date. I am grateful that you come out with me for at least one day in a week. I love Tuesday but I also hate Tuesday. I love the idea of us having a lunch date together but I also hate it when we are actually having a lunch date together. It always didn't fail to remind me of how much you want to be away from me.

"Do you like the food here?"
Just another day of me trying so hard to earn a smile from you. What an usual day.

"Yeah,"
You answer shortly, as if one more word comes out of your mouth could harm you.

"I am glad that you like it. I have searched for this for so long,"
I pretend to be hyper and I already hate how stupid I sound like at this point.

"Oh,"
I scoff at your little 'oh'. I didn't make an actual sound though, knowing how unnecessary that was. You didn't care anyway.

I continue to eat my food, not saying anything more. I am just tired of trying so hard to make you speak up and open up to me. You seem to appreciate this quietness more and I am a little upset, perhaps.

"Why do you eat like this?"
The girl sitting beside us says. The boy laughs which makes the girl grins too. That's how a normal relationship supposes to be liked.

When I look back at you, you are swiping your phone instead of eating your food. I tighten my grip on the fork more as I look at your face. You would have noticed how sad I am if you look up at me for once. But you didn't. I guess I have already gotten used to this nonchalant side of yours because my sadness fades away within a minute. It's not like I have expected more from you.

"How is your day going?"
I ask, even though we are literally in the same class.

"Great,"

"Have you done the essay?"

"Which one?"

"The one about love,"

"Not yet,"

"Me too. I have no idea what to write,"
Because of some oblivious reason.

"Just make up something,"

"Yeah, maybe I should google it,"

"I gotta go now. I am having netball training,"