stereotypical / lee taeyong

epilogue.

it wasn't long before our tutoring sessions ended, and we cut off contact for good. i rarely saw you around school anymore — just like how it'd been the three previous years that we'd gone to school together. but that didn't lessen my feelings for you.

when we did see each other though, you acted like we didn't know each other. i tell myself that i'm fine with it because not talking to you would help me get over my little crush on you.

i was so wrong because seeing you just made me like you more. your tough look that you put on even though i know you're just a softie under all those layers of black and leather.

i saw how your eyes got soft when you were happy, and that dumb smirk of yours turned into a real, genuine smile.

also when you made those ugly facial expressions that i would've gladly turned into memes.

or when you would run your hand through your already messy hair because you were frustrated.

but it always been like this — people like you and people like me, we just can't get along. no matter how hard we try and no matter how much we want it, it just can't happen.

lee taeyong, it's stereotypical.