➪TAROBIHAN||SUNGTARO

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞

4 weeks since the confession

Shotaro stood in front of his mirror, one hand playing with his necklace and the other he examined. he never took off the ring, except when he showered. he was attached to it. maybe because of the fact it felt real or the fact the person who slipped it on had his heart. it was between the two.

he wouldn't lie. he still and forever will love sungchan. now, yesterday, tomorrow, and forever. he will still love him. call him stupid but sungchan was going to be his first and last love.

outside, Giselle was debating whether to knock or just burst open his door. the past weeks shotaro has been locking himself in, only coming down to eat his dinner quickly before retreating.

she knew it was because of sungchan and she wanted to hate him. wanted because she could never hate him. sure leaving her cousin broken hearted was a valid reason to hate but she knew it wasn't him. she knew it wasn't his choice nor want. she saw the love they both shared. she just couldn't believe it ended that way.

she wanted to talk him, if she could find him. he was like a rat, hiding in the sewers (expensive sewers mind you). and when she does, she's not going to give him a piece of her mind but would interrogate him.

she chose to burst open his doors. she twisted the door knob, kicking it right after. her entrance startled shotaro who turned around, clutching his necklace tightly.

that was another thing that worried her. shotaro was so attach to those rings that she was scared he was never going to take it off despite him going out with jeno.

❝hey❞ she said softly, entering the room and closing the door softly behind her. she walked up to the otter, offering an encouraging smile. ❝How's your date? ❞

Shotaro and jeno went out again. they went to the same amusement park he and sungchan went with their friends. it brought him sweet yet bitter memories as he stared at the rides and games.

he smiled at her, one filled with sadness, before passing her, making his way to his bed where he sat at the edge, he still held his necklace. ❝it was nice. jeno was nice. it was fun❞

Giselle giggled, following in suite and sat beside him, pushing him to make room for her. ❝that's nice. jeno is whipped for you❞

Shotaro would like to disagree. jeno was not whipped for him. he was whipped for the person who he remembered because of him. he knew jeno's feelings were half sincere. it didn't offend him because he was in the same manner with jeno. he wasn't tolerating it, he was just accepting it.

accepting the love jeno was giving him in the thoughts of jaemin, while jeno accepted the love he gave in the thoughts of sungchan.

❝yeah❞ he replied after two minutes of silence. he let Giselle grab his hand with the ring, playing with it. ❝I'm happy❞

❝are you? ❞ Giselle asked, turning to him. words can lie but his eyes couldn't. she saw the secret  suffering and longing in them. ❝are you really happy? ❞

❝or course I am❞ now he wasn't. he felt like he was hurting himself by hanging on to that small hope sungchan would return to him. hug him and wipe his tears till they're gone. maybe kiss him with the same longing he had. ❝I am... ❞

❝but you don't to me❞ Giselle pointed out. she traced her free hand on his tired features: his eye bags, his frowned lips, puffy and red eyes, and forehead she knew he kept on furrowing. she cupped his cheek tenderly. ❝miss you, taro❞ I miss the real you