Y/n POV
I wrapped the blanket tighter around me, seeking comfort from the chill within. My black oversized hoodie enveloped me, but its darkness couldn't conceal the ache in my heart.
Sitting in my balcony, I gazed out at the gray sky. The clouds mirrored my mood, heavy with unshed tears. Raindrops began to fall, gently at first, then intensifying into a relentless downpour. The thunder boomed, echoing my turbulent emotions.
I missed Hoseok.
The one who betrayed me.
The one who shattered my trust.
Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the rain. I didn't bother wiping them away; it was pointless.
Memories flooded me - our late-night conversations, silly jokes, and whispered secrets. Each recollection stabbed at my heart, reminding me of what I'd lost.
I buried my face in the blanket, letting the storm consume me. The rain's rhythmic beat was a haunting lullaby.
As I wept, I acknowledged a painful truth: I still loved Hoseok. Even after everything. Even after he broke me.
The admission was both liberating and suffocating. My heart felt heavy, weighed down by conflicting emotions.
The rain continued to fall, washing away my defenses. I let it, surrendering to my emotions.
In this moment, I was vulnerable.
Human.
And still, irreparably, in love with Hoseok.
The storm raged on, a reflection of my inner turmoil. But amidst the chaos, I found a fragile sense of clarity.
I would face my emotions.
And somehow, find a way to heal.
The storm eventually subsided, leaving behind a tranquil silence. I lifted my head, wiping away tears with the blanket's edge. The rain-soaked world outside seemed refreshed, cleansed of its imperfections.
I wished I could be washed clean too.
Of the pain.
Of the memories.
Of the love.
But life didn't work that way.
I stood up, blanket still wrapped around me, and walked back into my apartment. The warmth inside enveloped me, a stark contrast to the chill outside.
I shuffled to the kitchen, seeking solace in a steaming cup of tea. As I waited for the kettle to boil, my thoughts drifted to Hoseok.
Why did I still miss him?
Why did my heart still ache?
The kettle whistled, breaking the spell. I poured the tea, added a spoonful of sugar, and sat down at the table.
The silence was oppressive, but I welcomed it.
No distractions.
Just me.
And my thoughts.
I took a sip of the tea, feeling the warmth spread through my chest.
Maybe, just maybe, I could learn to let go.
Not just of the hurt.
But of the love itself.
I wanted to be free.
Free from the memories.
Free from the longing.
Free from Hoseok.
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Faking It..... A J.HS FF
Fanfiction"Y/N and Hoseok, two high school students, denied the undeniable spark between them. Their unexpected encounter ignited a connection, but they refused to acknowledge it. As they navigated their lives, circumstances continually pushed them apart. Yet...
