Caffeine || CHOI SOOBIN FF

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜𝟝

~not the happiest chapter😅😅~

-Start of Chapter 45-

"Feel better now?"

I earn a small nod from the girl sitting in front of me. There's still a slight flush from the alcohol swirling in her system. The brightness in her eyes tells me she's still not fully sobered up, but at least the nausea seems to have passed.

"Good" I sigh, leaning back against the bench and glancing up at the stars above us. The sky is clear tonight, the tiny pinpricks of light scattered across the vast darkness, twinkling like they know all the secrets of the universe.

Y/N stays quiet for a moment, her soft giggles from earlier replaced by a gentle calm. I can hear the quiet creaking of the swings as they sway slightly with the breeze.

"It's pretty" she says, her voice softer now, more serious.

I glance over at her, watching as she looks up at the sky too, her eyes reflecting the stars.

"Yeah" I reply, but I'm not looking at the stars. My eyes are on her, tracing the curve of her face, the way her lips are slightly parted as she breathes in the cool night air.

She doesn't look at me right away, just keeps staring at the sky as if searching for something. Then, after a long pause, she speaks again. "Soobin... you ever think about things you wish you could say, but you don't?"

I sigh looking back up at the sky, "I suppose... Yes..."

Then, out of nowhere, I hear a quiet sniffle. My head snaps toward Y/N, and my heart sinks when I see her eyes brimming with tears.

"Y/N? Hey, what's wrong?" I sit up, panicked, unsure of what triggered this sudden shift. 

Was it something I said? Did I do something wrong?

She sniffles again, wiping her nose with the back of her hand in the most childlike way possible. "Soobin..." Her voice is small, like a little kid who's about to spill a big secret. "I... I don't feel good."

"Are you feeling sick again?" I move closer, trying to figure out what's going on.

But she shakes her head furiously. "No, not like that..." She hiccups, tears rolling down her cheeks now, as she mumbles something under her breath, her words slurred.

I tilt my head, trying to make sense of it. "What did you say?"

She wipes her tears but fails miserably, her cheeks now streaked with both tears and frustration. "I like you, Soobin!" she blurts out, her voice breaking between sobs. "I... I really like you... But you're too... too stupid to see it!"

My brain short-circuits for a second. Did she just—?

I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. She's still talking, or rather, crying and rambling like a drunk child.

"And you... and you don't even... like me back!" Her voice wavers as she clutches her hands into fists. "And I know... I know you're famous and stuff... and you can't like me because... because you're an idol. But it's not fair!"

Oh no. My heart feels like it's about to shatter into pieces, but I force myself to stay calm. 

She's drunk—so drunk that tomorrow she probably won't even remember any of this.

She keeps going, not letting me interrupt. "I always... always liked you, Soobin! But you... you just smile at everyone! How am I supposed to know if I'm special?" Her tears are falling faster now, and she sounds like a hurt little kid. "It's so unfair!"