❝ told you so ❞ ;; bbangnyu

❝ prologue ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

as i sat with him in my room, tears streamed down my face, my sobs echoing through the silence. the weight of my emotions became too heavy to bear, and i found myself succumbing to the overwhelming sadness that had consumed me. the tears were like tiny rivers, each one carrying a piece of my pain. i let myself cry, allowing the tears to release the pent-up frustrations and heartaches that had plagued me. in that vulnerable moment, i embraced the rawness of my emotions, hoping that with each tear shed, a sense of relief and healing would find its way into my wounded heart.

as i sat there, my tears still fresh on my cheeks, a comforting presence enveloped me. it was as if a warm embrace gently wrapped around my trembling shoulders, offering solace in the midst of my pain. a soft voice whispered words of reassurance, reminding me that i was not alone. i felt the gentle touch of a hand, tenderly wiping away my tears, replacing them with a sense of comfort. in that moment, i allowed myself to be vulnerable, opening up to the understanding and compassion of someone who cared. his soothing presence and heartfelt words acted as a balm to my wounded soul.

"i told you he'd do that." the warmth of his voice slowly embraced me.

the only thing that i could do was cry. he told me it was okay, that it was okay to not be okay, that it was okay to be a gullible person. i didn't know what he meant.

younghoon's insatiable appetite for knowledge manifested itself in constant interjections and a persistent urge to correct others. he held a conviction that his vast range of information made him superior, and he was quick to offer unsolicited advice. people always knew that he was right. if you told him he was wrong, future happenings would soon prove him right, adding insult to injury with a 'i told you so'.

however, i found his company quite comforting, even with the constant nagging, i could tell that there was another person inside of the know-it-all everyone knows and somehow manages to love.

i still wonder how he is so popular, his know-all attitude could sometimes be fatiguing or annoying, putting up with him is like taking care of a hundred crying babies while juggling and balancing a plate on your foot.

"do you want a tissue?" he reached for the powder blue tissue box on the nightstand.

younghoon was meant to be studying for the finals, but instead he was with me. i called him that day, i begged for him to come to me and he made no protest. maybe because younghoon cared about me a lot more than he cared.

he pulled a few soft tissues out of the box, handing them to me.

"he's stupid," i grabbed the tissue out of his hand. "he's fucking stupid."

"i know."

he doesn't know. how does he know?

"younghoon," he hummed. "what do you do when the one person you want comfort from the most is the one who causes you pain?"

he frowned, putting the tissue box to the side.

"how can i want so desperately for him to wrap me up in his arms but also want so much for him to leave me alone?

he hummed, but i didn't know if he understood what i meant.

"do you need water?" he ran his fingers through his black hair.

wow, he's avoiding the question.

i shook my head, letting out another chocked sob. a hand patted my back, encouragingly, and i leaned into his touch, savouring the moment in all of its sweetness. evening my breaths, i heard the inaudible mumbles of younghoon's voice, i couldn't quite catch what he was saying and i didn't know if he was saying it to me or not. his mumbles soon turned into soft humming, gently swaying me to calmness. my eyes suddenly grew heavy as he lulled me to sleep.

in the silent bedroom, the rhythmic symphony of rain pounds against the windowpane, as if seeking refuge from the world outside. each droplet dances with purpose, painting a vivid image of nature's lamentation. the relentless downpour creates a comforting ambience, where the tranquility of the room finds solace in the tempestuous serenade. the gentle tap-tap transforms into a sonorous orchestra, lulling the weary souls into a peaceful slumber, cocooned in the embrace of the rain's soothing melody.

the last thing that i heard was younghoon's voice.

"i told you so." he whispered, slowly lying my head onto his lap.

i soon closed my eyes, drifting into a deep sleep.