when i turned fourteen, you became eighteen, a man, according to my mother. suddenly, i noticed small things i missed when i was twelve, like your tanned skin, enigmatic eyes and devilish smile, the way you talked, the way you walked, even your sniffle from your rhinitis.
i got into the habit of asking for a goodnight kiss on the cheek, accompanied by your loving arms holding my waist. you thought nothing of it; complied and made my night. you always came round, always left at nine-thirty so i made my bedtime nine o'clock. i knew you were dating my sister, but i ignored that; in my mind she was out of the picture.
when i turned fifteen i got asked out. you had been there, watching my classmate donghyuck confess to me and when i said yes you ignored me on the way home. i cried, all afternoon and night, fearing i had hurt you, when i only intended to make you jealous.
did it work?
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perspective | jjk
Fanfiction❝ this is why we don't show each other our weak sides. ❞ ; completed 2017 © ysabei
