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▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ❤︎, SEON WOO
SKEPTICISM + SUNOO LOVES U
He never knew what people meant when they said that you weren't like most girls. Did they mean that you didn't dress like them, act like them, did the girly things that girls were supposed to do? What did they mean? He never understood until you two started dating. In his mind, he would have to say that you were unique. You were yourself. You weren't like everyone else. Everyone would rather fit in and go along with the flow while you were willing to stand out and be brave and creative. That's what he liked about you.
You were the girl he never thought he would end up with tho. But somehow he managed to. He ended up with you. You the lovable and artistic person that you are, the skater girl without bounds, you were the person who was loud and imaginative, but most importantly you were his girlfriend. Never in a million years would he have thought that he would date someone like you tho. Someone completely different from himself. But things like this happen. Maybe not to every other person but to him it does. But he couldn't help but wonder why people think you aren't his type.
Why did they think his type was someone like him? Was his type supposed to be fair-skinned, with long hair, the perfect Korean beauty standard? Is that what people think his type is? Do people think he's that unopened-minded? Do people think his world just revolved around where he lived? Was he supposed to go for just pretty fair-skinned Asian girls when there was a whole world of beautiful people no matter the skin tone, body shape, or anything different for that matter? Why did people think so little of him? And most importantly why did these thoughts get to him? Made him question if your relationship with him was love and not just attraction.
He wondered if you thought the same thing as him. He wandered mindlessly as his fingers tapped against the hard cover of the book. All around him it was quiet. As it usually was in the library. All except for the ticking of a clock. The constant ticking was starting to agitate him. It really wasn't helping the mood that he was in. He was irritated and starting to become upset. And it didn't help that you weren't anywhere around. He sat in the back of the library books and notebooks opened waiting for you to show up. You had asked him to help you study for an upcoming test in one of your classes he gladly offered to help but looking back on it now maybe he should've declined. His patience was slowly running thin and has been for the past two hours. Two hours since he showed up at this library waiting for you to show up.
The sound of his nails tapping against the table rapidly and he could tell it was starting to annoy the others who sat around him but at this point he didn't care. He was tired. Tired of sitting in this crappy library waiting for you who wanted help in the first place but didn't show up. He was done. He stuffed all the books and notebooks back in his backpack leaving. Just as he was walking down the cement steps of the building a familiar voice rang. They are at the bottom of the stairwell stood you talking to one of your friends he could only assume. All your attention was focused on the girl standing in front of you. You didn't care about anything else other than this conversation. Which he already knew wasn't that important. He just didn't have time.
He walked passed you not caring if you had seen him or not. From the calling of his name he knew you had. He stopped in his tracks and turned to face you. He looked at you through narrowed eyes. He hoped you knew that he was mad at you. Heck, mad shouldn't even be the word to describe how he was feeling just looking at you. 'Nu where are you going. I thought we were supposed to be studying?' You questioned staring at him in confusion. As much as he wanted to tell you off or scoff he couldn't. The way your big dark brown eyes stared at him confused him and yet made him want to have a heart attack. Why did you have to be so beautiful?
'Y/N do you know how long I waited in the library for you? 2 hours and yet I come out here to find you chatting away instead of trying to get your grades up. Look I'm trying to help you but you're making it hard.' He addressed looking anywhere but at you. You didn't say a word but just stared at him. Stare at the way his black hair fell over his eyes somewhat obscuring his vision, the way he pushed up his frames that were slipping, the way he huffed out a breath when he realized that you weren't responding to him, just everything about him was pretty. 'Y/N.' He spoke getting your attention. You slowly smiled at the boy who wore an expressionless look upon his face.
You slid your soft palm into his holding his hand. 'Nu I'm sorry. But I'm here now and I promise I'll focus on nothing but the work.' You promised smiling brightly at the boy who sighed. He hoped you didn't go back on your word. The two of you sat in the back of the library books and notebooks once again propped open so you can write down the notes for the lesson you were reviewing. He tapped the pencil against the hardwood of the table as he glanced your way. Only to find you staring confusingly at the words written down in the books in front of you. He didn't even have to ask you if you were bored because just looking at your posture and the look you held within your eyes he could tell.
Maybe it was time for a break. He stood stretching which caused his shirt to lift up showing off the pale skin of his stomach. It caught your attention as you turned to face him. 'Let's take a break, yeah?' He suggested looking over at you already to find your eyes on his. He knew all you needed was a quick snack and something to drink so you can easily focus back on the task at hand. Heck, he needed something to re-energize himself as well. Two energy drinks and a bag of chips later there you guys were back at the table reviewing. You sat beside him sipping away at your soda as he tried his best to explain the lesson to you. You hummed in understanding as sign you were listening to him.
Though he truly wondered if you did get the whole concept of it all instead of just going along with what he was saying. Or at least that's what you made it out to seem like. The once pale skin of his ears and cheeks now burned a bright crimson red as you pressed kiss after kiss upon the soft flesh. Affection. The one thing that you always did to get his attention and the one thing you knew would get his attention. He sighed turning to face you feeling your soft lips against his. The look on your face held nothing but admiration and love as you pressed kisses to his lips and face. Times like this was why he wished he hadn't become skeptical of your relationship. All you did was show him love and here he was questioning it all.
He didn't deserve you. All of sudden the kisses stopped and he was looking into your eyes. From just you looking at him, you knew something was the matter. You cupped his soft chubby cheeks in your palms. 'Whatever it is that you're thinking stop it. I don't like seeing you conflict with yourself.' You spoke softly caressing his cheek. He nuzzled against your palm lightly pressing a kiss to it. A smile slowly made its way upon your face at the feeling. A smile he loved to see and be the cause of. His lips kissed yours softly as he held you close to him. Now he understood. He understood that your relationship wasn't just the basics of attraction or romance but trust, desire, understanding, connection, and above them all love.
Love for each other, love for what the other does to make your day, and love for the unexpected in your relationship. He knew that now. He also knew that you weren't his type. His type couldn't be someone like you. Because there was no one like you. So how could his type be anyone but you? But then again how could his type be you? You were too perfect to be his type. Perfect in all aspects of life. To perfect for him. But maybe that was his type. Someone so perfect that he didn't deserve them. Because that's what you are. Perfect. His perfect type.
