𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹
—— :: "𐦍༘⋆" is for present skip and "𐦍༘~" is for dreaming / past skips !
—— :: this is incredibly different from my og writing style, so if it's bad then idk 😔, i am NOT a professional writer so don't come at me if this is bad, my english is also like horrid despite it being my first language so like expect low and spelling errors because i forgot to proofread,🫡
—— :: i'm trying to get my stories factually correct but this story has headcanons, so don't get confused !! , also i am sorry if you requested and it's taking time, i'm trying to get them done hehe !!🫶🏾
—— :: contains swearing(heavily), scandals, overthinking, angst, fluff(depends on how u perceive it) & inaccuracies in Korean language.
—— :: happy bday to @sugarnatxoxo :3 , this is for u 🫶🏾, anyways enjoy this and comment how u feel abt it ty !! ☕️🤍
𐦍༘⋆
゚𐦍༘⋆
Heeseung stared at the doorway, the door was left ajar, it was complete silence. You could hear the air from outside gushing inside the living room. There was silence, you could hear the clicks of the seconds going by on the clock. Going way too fast then it should be to their liking, if it wasn't for a soft sniffle, Heeseung would have been staring at that doorway for hours.
He turns his head to meet his members, his face etched with somber and sorrow. Jay was sitting down on the couch, his back was slightly crouched and his hair was lifted up by his hands which were covering his mouth. Sunghoon stood behind him, his once straight and nonchalant face was washed away with a somber look, his cheeks look slightly damped; he was crying. Heeseung didn't know why that made him feel bad.
Jungwon was sitting on the floor, crouched down and consulting Sunoo. He was crying like he just couldjt stop, he watched as more tears fell down his face. Heeseung could see from the corner of his eyes, just ever so slightly peeking was Jake. He had his hand on Sunghoon's shoulder trying to massage it to almost calm down the younger. Sunghoon's jaw gritted as he held Jay's shoulder slightly squeezing it causing the elder to flinch at the touch. Heeseung stared at the scene: he needed to say something but what exactly?
"G- Go to your rooms." Heeseung uttered before walking off and closing the door of his respective bedroom, it was the smallest out of everyone's but it was his own room, his own space, his own small bubble. Heeseung fell down on his bottom, he could feel the cold ground but that didn't matter at the moment, he pushed his ear towards the door, he could hear slight shoe shuffling. One door closed, and another. He got up and slammed his body down on his bed, his face coming in contact with his fluffy pillow. He can hear his own heartbeat, just beating so fast. He felt like his heart was going to escape out of his ribcage.
YOU ARE READING
we can't be friends (wait for your love) Ⳋ 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗶 ᱖
FanfictionI didn't think you'd understand me , . . . How could you ever even try ? I don't wanna tiptoe , . . but i dont wanna wait for your love . . 🩰 or where heeseung falls for riki when he shouldn't and riki couldn't . . heeseung x ni-ki 💭