Please be my Valentine/Valentine Oneshot Request book (CLOSED)

💟Hopeless love ending //JHS//💟

Warning - Long chapter ahead

(Mature themes, depression is mentioned, coarse language)

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"Hoseok? Are you home?" Cupid called through the door as she knocked quietly on the door. She hadn't heard from the man in over a week, despite trying to contact him as much as she could. It seemed like their relationship had come full circle again, and she didn't know why. He was locked away, and she was trying to reach him.

Had she done something wrong? Had she said something wrong?

With another knock to the door, she could hear the scraping of Hoseok's wheelchair against the floor. She knew he was home, he was just ignoring her. He was silently hiding away in his room as he waited for her to leave. He was so, so scared.

Another few days passed, and Cupid was honestly getting very tired. She just wanted to speak to him again. She made her way to his door again and let her fingertips slide down the wooden frame, as if she were caressing him; telling him she just wanted him to come out. She missed him.

"Hoseok," She began sorrowfully, "I know you can hear me." She looked down at the clunky, chipped timber of the porch. "I-I don't know what I did, but we can talk about it. I'm sorry... I miss you."

Hoseok was trying his best to get his sweater on when he heard her voice through the door, calling his name. He didn't want to go near it; it reminded him of when he was free of the constraints of his anxiety and depression, when he was happier. But, he wanted to hear her voice. He wanted to speak to her, but he couldn't. He couldn't keep seeing her when his heart yearned to be in her arms – something that would never happen.

Reluctantly, he listened to the thudding of his heart, which told him at least see what she wanted. He slowly and quietly rolled the thin wheels of his chair towards the door, where he could hear the honey like soothing drawl of her voice. It made him feel warm inside, like some sort of roasted marshmallow.

"I know you can hear me." She said in a sorrowful tone, "I-I don't know what I did, but we can talk about it. I'm sorry." She hesitated, "I miss you."

Hoseok's lips sloped downwards, his hand reaching out to touch the wood of the door as if he wished to feel the heat of her skin that stood behind it. Her figure stood beside the door for a very long time after her confession, and then her footsteps slowly echoed through the apartment complex. With each thud, Hoseok felt his heart drop to his stomach. He wanted to call her back, tell her he was the one who was sorry for shutting her out, but he could not muster up the courage. She couldn't see him this way.

She couldn't see him at all.

He sat there for a while longer, waiting as if she'd suddenly return, and then finally rolled his chair towards the bathroom. There, he noticed the mirror he had seen himself in the day she'd cut his hair. He remembered everything - the smile that etched it's way across her face, the beautiful gusts of laughter that sounded from her sweet, pink lips, her fingers in his hair...The love that shone like angels stepping down the Jacob's ladder through her soft eyes.

While his mind nagged at him, telling him that he wasn't good enough for her, that his legs rendered him incapable of ever being with anyone, he decided to be the voice over the screaming. Giving one long, last look in the mirror; he decided that if she rejected him, at least he made the effort to follow his heart.

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Cupid was cleaning when she heard a loud and confident knock on the door. She wondered who it was, hoping that it was the man next door. With that in mind, she made her way to the door.