betwixt - enhypen

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

"a confession for you."

sunghoon took out an envelope, which he had intended on giving to her, the same choi joori written on the top that matched her birth certificate.

"i think it's best if i just give you this to read later and go, i don't really want to stick around and watch you read it. i also came to give you this,"

he rustled around his bag for a while whilst her hands took the letter timidly, shaking a little, not enough for sunghoon to notice, or if he had, he didn't mind. after a few seconds of long silence, he gave joori some clothes--but not just any clothes--the same knight outfit she had seen twice before, at his place, and the party.

joori picked it up and placed it on the table in front of her, looking back at sunghoon expectantly, for him to explain what on earth was going on.

"the letter will explain it."

"are you really that desperate to get away from me?" she half-joked, deciding how serious that statement would be after sunghoon responded.

"no. no. no, not at all. i'd sound too cliché though if i said it was the exact opposite."

"what's with you being so forward?" joori forced out a laugh. she knew he could tell it was fake: she was just trying to lessen the tense atmosphere.

"i don't know." sunghoon admittedly, the words stuck stubbornly in the back of his throat. the gusto he left his apartment had fizzled out faster than his nerves, which were still deep inside him.

she nodded, unable to find the words to suffice speaking or convincing enough for sunghoon to stay, so he left, closing the door behind him shyly, without uttering a single word.

"bye," joori spoke into the closed door as if sunghoon was still in front of her.

the envelope sat starkly in the middle of the room, and immediately joori felt like she was on a game show, her fate sealed in a brown manila folder. if she was a detective, or at least rubbed a few brain cells together, she would have remembered the confessional she received a few days ago.

dear joori,

the smart thing to do right now would be to pretend, but i'm pretty sure i gave you this letter myself. i've been overthinking things and at least by writing this letter, i have time to gather my thoughts before spilling them out on you (although knowing me it'd be more like coughing up phlegm, i can't help it, you just make me nervous).

you're probably wanting to ask why i brought the costume (if i did remember to give that to you) and how i got my hands on it. well, the true story is that i went into a shop and bought it. i'll be honest i didn't know what you were dressing up as and the rest was purely coincidence, but it does make me think that maybe fate did want us together. that night i was so happy playing as your boyfriend, i almost forgot it was pretend.

i think you know now and i don't think i can take this back so easily, but i'm going to swallow my pride and let you know that jay's gone. as over the moon as i was each time you came around, i was close enough to the earth to understand that you weren't interested in me--at least not like how you were with him.

but, if by some universal miracle, you're willing to try:

would you like to be more than friends?

-y.s.a

ps: i can give you extra cuddles if that makes the decision easier.

suprisingly, there was a million-dollar question concealed in that wallet, just not one that she was expecting. instinctively, she took out her phone, desperately searching for his number, until she realised that she indeed didn't have it.