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--Y/n's perspective--

What should I say?

Yes or no...

I suppose I should lean towards...

I bit my bottom lip, nerves gnawing at me. “L-Leo...”

I whispered, barely audible.

I doubted if he'd even heard me, my voice was so faint. But to my surprise, “Yes?”He responded.

Lucky me.

“I-I'm n-not s-sure,” I stammered, cursing myself for my lack of composure.

“Take your time,” he replied, and as I lifted my gaze, I noted that his face bore no trace of disappointment or frustration.

It was as though my answer—or lack there of—barely mattered to him.

“Should we get ice cream?” I blurted, desperate to alleviate the awkward tension lingering in the air.

“Why not?” Leo responded, his easy reply bringing a smile to my face.

“What flavor?”he asked, and I muttered, “Butterscotch”

“Nice choice” he complimented, and I smiled shyly in return.

“Wait, I’ll go grab some,”

he added before heading off. I nodded, watching him leave.

When he returned with ice cream in hand, my eyes lit up.

He passed me a cone of butterscotch, and I took a tentative lick, the sweetness instantly melting on my tongue.

I couldn't help but hum in delight.

“Delicious,” I said, savoring the taste.

”Heavenly,”Leo chimed in, his exaggerated praise making me chuckle softly.

“What's funny?”he asked, a curious look in his eyes.

“Nothing,”I replied,

“Just me being me.”

After some time, I asked Leo if he could drop me back at my apartment.

Once I arrived, I flopped onto my bed, letting out a long, exhausted sigh.

Without thinking, my hand found its way to my phone.

I began scrolling through my classmates's and friend's stories.

@P̆̈𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔩036||@𝑻𝑯𝑽95 {ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʙ}

Those two really make a cute couple.

They look great together, no doubt about it.

But just as I was about to move on, Jungkook’s story flashed on my screen.

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤.𝐬𝐜97|| 𝒊𝒕𝒔..𝓜𝓲𝓪☆ {ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʙ}

My heart clenched as I stared at the photo of Jungkook and Mia.

She was kissing his cheek, and they were in bed.

I felt my blood boil as a tight grip closed around my phone, threatening to crack its screen.

I huffed in frustration, and at some point, I drifted off into a restless sleep.

--Author's Perspective--

The next morning, a sudden ringing of the doorbell jolted you from sleep.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you stumbled to the door, not thinking about who it might be.

When you opened it, the blurry image cleared and you blinked in recognition.