A collection of faded memories of your past lover, Ni-ki, that you still hold onto.
𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 "𝘔𝘳. 𝘌" 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺!
(𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 "𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾- 𝖣𝖠𝖸𝟨)
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"I can't believe I just stood up to my own f*cking boss...and for what?! To defend you?!" you whined while letting out a loud groan, as you kept complaining to yourself for what you had done.
With no where else to go to spend the rest of your shift, you decided to go towards the playground, with the boy walking right beside you. No words were coming out of each other's mouth, until you decided to sit down on the swing, frustratedly kicking the dirt up towards the air.
That's when all your feelings broke lose and you began to weep, wondering if you could ever step into that place again, if Beomgyu could ever convince Mr. Choi in taking you back.
Apparently, Mr. E was a heavy topic for him, one that he was most likely never going to forgive you for mentioning, nonetheless
"But yet again...what gives?! I mean you weren't even doing anything wrong!! Unless you count having terrible fashion sense..."
"I knew he was paranoid about something happening to that place...but I didn't really think he'd go so far as to blame innocent customers over something like this..." you kept speaking towards yourself, completely ignoring the guy that was sitting right next to you.
You knew very well that he wasn't going to say sh*t to you anyways, even though you had just saved his a*s.
That was just how he was.
"I swear I just want to...uGH Choi Yeonjun I swear!! Just go f*ck yourself." you kept throwing signs up in the air, until you realized you two were almost right in front of the gas station, which made you quickly start to panic and check if anyone had seen you.
The boy just kept giving you a small, shy smile, as he kept attentively listening to your complains and whines.
"What?! What are you looking at?!"
"Nothing, you're just cute."
"Wait...what?" you looked at him with an odd expression on your face, as he still held the same stupid smile he kept giving you.
"You treat me differently from how most strangers do...I guess that's what makes you so cute to me." you frowned, feeling sorry for him as he must have felt with so many uncomfortable moments with girls asking him out on a daily basis. He probably couldn't enjoy one simple smoothie or coffee without people whispering about his appearance.
It sometimes sucks to live in such a small neighborhood, where everyone knows everyone.
You couldn't really say much, only kicking the dirt that was in front of you, while vaguely noticing how bad his injury was getting.
"Are you okay...? Shouldn't you treat that?" he tensed up a bit by the mention of his wound, while tightly holding onto the bag of items he had purchased.
"I'm fine." he coldly answered, which took you a bit by surprise by how quickly he had changed his mood because of it.
"If you were fine, you wouldn't be bleeding in the first place!! How did this even happen?" you pulled his sleeve up, revealing the entire thing...which maybe wasn't something that you should've done as it was actually quite disturbing to look at it for so long.
"I told you, I accidentally cut myself."
"I don't believe you, it looks too deep to be an accident." although looking at it made you a bit queasy, you couldn't stop analyzing caring for it.
"Then don't believe me, because that's the only answer you're going to get." he then stood up and furiously stomped away, leaving you there, confused and all alone.
"I...I was only trying to help!!" you screamed, but he was just too far away to ever hear you again.
