TYPE:
🔲 General Fiction | ✔️ Taekook ff | 🔲 Non-Fiction
Date Started: 07.20.2023
Date Finished: 08.20.2023
Words : 154,789
Avg Chapter: 3,440
*THIS IS NOT AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER STORY. IT'S A TWILIGHT FF.
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I stared at him for a long minute, speechless. I could not think of one thing to say to him.
As he watched my dumbfounded expression, the seriousness left his face.
"Okay," he said, grinning. "That's all."
"Minghyu —" It felt like there was something big sticking in my throat. I tried to clear the obstruction. "I can't — I mean I don't . . . I have to go."
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I turned, but he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around.
"No, wait. I know that, Kook. But, look, answer me this, all right? Do you want me to go away and never see you again? Be honest."
It was hard to concentrate on his question, so it took a minute to answer. "No, I don't want that," I finally admitted.
Minghyu grinned again. "See."
"But I don't want you around for the same reason that you want me around," I objected.
"Tell me exactly why you want me around, then."
I thought carefully. "I miss you when you're not there. When you're happy," I qualified carefully, "it makes me happy. But I could say the same thing about Jaewoo, Minghyu. You're family. I love you, but I'm not in love with you."
He nodded, unruffled. "But you do want me around."
"Yes." I sighed. He was impossible to discourage.
"Then I'll stick around."
"You're a glutton for punishment," I grumbled.
"Yep." He stroked the tips of his fingers across my right cheek. I slapped his hand away.
"Do you think you could behave yourself a little better, at least?" I asked, irritated.
"No, I don't. You decide, Kook. You can have me the way I am — bad behavior included — or not at all."
I stared at him, frustrated. "That's mean."
"So are you."
That pulled me up short, and I took an involuntary step back. He was right. If I wasn't mean — and greedy, too — I would tell him I didn't want to be friends and walk away. It was wrong to try to keep my friend when that would hurt him. I didn't know what I was doing here, but I was suddenly sure that it wasn't good.
