My Bestfriend's Family

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-The Next Day-

-Yn Pov-

I was up laying in bed, cuddled up with Han. Han was still sleep, and I didn't wanna be away from him.

I know when he wakes up, he will be angry, but I ƒєєℓ a little selfish.

I wanna stay with him forever. I hated being away from Han, hated seeing him look at me with such disgust.

He deserved better than me, but I hope he never finds better. I want him to stay with me forever.

Soon he starts to shift, and I prepare for what's to come. He grumbles, then look around, before realizing it's me, who was holding him.

He quickly snatches away, scaring me a вιт, while getting up.

He scatters, across the room, looking for his clothes, mumbling to myself.

Y-a-are you ok-

Han-You don't know how to ϝυƈƙ¡ŋɠ, knock? Or know what privacy is?!

He said, cutting me σϝϝ, before I could make sure he was fine.

Y-your door was σρєη last night, and I heard you call me-

Han-I got myself. I don't need you. Whatever you "hear" ignore it.

He put his shirt ᴏɴ  and I shifted, ᴏɴ my ƙɳҽҽʂ, apologizing.

Y-I'm sorry. For everything. I just don't want you to hate me, I will literally do anything-

Han-Ofc, you would. Because all you know how to do is υsɛ your ʙᴏᴅʏ.

His words, нιȶ me like a physical blow. Was this what he thought of me now?

Y-Not like that-I-

Han-Get out. Go!

He yelled, not even giving me, a chance to speak. I felt so unheard, and I deserved it. It's probably how he felt what he found out.

Imagine if he knew everything.

Y-don't ρʊѕԋ me away, I can't live without you. I don't wanna be here if you hate me! Don't walk out ᴏɴ me.

I begged, and he nodded, thinking to himself, and I know he was mad. I could tell.

I was really ρυʂԋιɳɠ his buttons, but if that is what gets him back then I'll do it.

Han-I'll leave.

As he heads to the door, I go over to him, hugging him from behind, Ⴆҽɠɠιɳɠ him not to leave me.

I literally got ᴏɴ my knees, holding his ԋαɳԃ.

Y-I need you. I'm so sorry, I hate myself for ɦʊʀȶɨռɢ you. If you want me to, I'll leave. I will. Just don't pretend like you tolerate me.

He snatches, away from me and I stay there, unable to look up as I grip at the floor with one ԋαɳԃ, the other over my мσυтн.

I wasn't trying to be loud, but this type of ཥ𝛼༏ռ, was tearing me apart.