⁺◦ 𝔥𝔬𝔱 | 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 .

↳ 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧 .

"here, use this." a guy that's waiting at the same bus stop as you offers the sleeve of his jacket, so you could blow your nose. between not being able to see clearly and the snot that's accumulated on top of your lip, you desperately needed his sleeve.

you lost track of how long you'd been in this state—shedding tears and attacking your mind with the rudest thoughts.

'you lied to one of your oldest friends, (y/n).'

'you knew it was only a matter of time before she discovered the truth.'

'how could you be so reckless?'

these three thoughts looped in your mind like a broken record, until this guy's voice floated in the air. he disrupted your thoughts.

"no, thanks, i don't need it." you refuse his sleeve, while sniffling.

the guy sits down, but resigns himself to the other side of the bench that's opposite yours.

"god, i hate seeing people cry." he mutters.

"then, maybe you should-"

"seungcheol can be clueless at times, but he isn't a terrible person. sometimes we argue, but things always work out. hopefully you and your friend can work things out, too, (y/n)." the guy tries to comfort you, but you can tell this is slightly unnatural to him.

how does he know seungcheol and olivia? is he the person who i think he is?

with your hand, you clear your vision. you wipe away the tears until you can see the man that's sitting in beside you on this cold night.

he is exactly who i suspected him to be.

"i'm not so sure about that, jeonghan. trust means a lot to olivia and i lied to her." your voice is barely sounds, but you somehow get the words out just fine.

as if right on time, you can feel the stinging sensation in your eyes. you lower your head out of shame.

"i'm sure you had a good reason." jeonghan says, his words so light that you barely notice that he's crouched down right in front of you.

if you'd look up, you're sure you would be eye-level with him.

don't you dare lift your head, (y/n).

"no, i didn't. i was just..." you interrupt yourself, then change the subject. "never mind, i should just let it go." you mumble to yourself.

something in jeonghan must've snapped because he couldn't stand to see you look so defeated. he lifted your head with the gentlest touch you've ever experienced that you thought you lifted your head all by yourself.

he stares right into your eyes, never straying away from them. "you don't have to explain yourself to me or anyone else, (y/n)." he whispers to you. "i need you to remember that, okay?"

this is where you speak, (y/n). do you even remember exactly how to do that?

"(y/n)," jeonghan shifts, moving his free hand up to hold your face.

this is where you talk, (y/n).

"o-okay," you stammer.

"sorry, i don't know what took over me." he returns his hands to his sides and you find your face unbelievably lonely. just then, the wind blows. in this moment, the wind is a cold, unforgiving slap to the face.

why did he move away from me? what have i done wrong?

"i just couldn't stand seeing you so sad." he finishes saying, but your mind is reeling.

"oh, it looks like the bus is here." you force yourself to stay focused on the vehicle that's approaching instead of jeonghan.

"yeah, it seems that way." jeonghan says, while leaning against the side of the bus stop. "so, where are you headed? please tell me you're on your way home now."

'i...i'm not sure i have one anymore.' you scream in your head, but you don't allow yourself to reveal that to jeonghan.

"yeah, i am. actually, i think it's better if i walk there."

getting to your feet is easier than you thought it'd be, but walking away from jeonghan is a whole different story.

"are you sure? i mean, it's pretty late and you've been waiting for the bus for the past thirty minutes." you can feel jeonghan's eyes boring into you, but you don't bring yourself to spare him even a glance.

he watched me cry for thirty minutes straight?

"yeah, it's fine, jeonghan. i'll see you around, okay?" you imply that you'll get home just fine by yourself.

without fully realizing it, you imply that you don't need his help.

'wow, i'm getting a little too comfortable with lying to people.' you say to yourself, while you listen to your shoes hit the pavement.