"[Y/N]...are you...scared of me..?" He asked, his face barely visible in the dimly lit room.
His face..looked hurt?
You bit back you're tears, and you're fears. You couldn't look away, and you couldn't just ignore him.
"No..of c-course not../"
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[Y/N]= Your Name [H/C]= Hair Color [F/C]= Favorite Color [F/S]= Favorite Song [F/G]= Favorite Game [F/D]= Favorite Drink [C/Y]= Current Year [F/A]= Favorite Anime [F/SH]=Favorite Show [F/M]= Favorite Movie [F/F]= Favorite Food [S/F/C]= Second Favorite Color [C/W]= Curse Word [F/CH]= Fictional Character [L/N]= Last Name
(A/N: oof Not sure if you heard but I got sick,, AGAIN. Oh yeah these chat rooms are pretty much made by me now because we're done all of the game chat rooms for Yoosung so)
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Ever since that day out with Jin you've become a hermit. You picked up some cups of noodles and have been living off that because for some reason you don't feel like doing anything but laying in your bed. You just felt...bad.
It's okay though, because you have your one and only Netflix by your side. Netflix will never lie to you.
Netflix will never betray you.
Not only that but Yoosung's jacket just kept- it was almost as if the object was glaring at you, burning deep into your soul. You couldn't seem to get rid of it, either.
Just now, you decided to finally toss it. You got up and grabbed it, and as soon as you did you froze. It smelled like him, that stupid honey smell that you had been used to. It smelled like him even after it not being in his possession for a while. It was a comforting smell.
Maybe, you can just get rid of it another time, or just ask Seven to return it. After all, it's not your jacket, so you shouldn't throw it away anyway.
You looked at your phone, which had beeped a few minutes ago.
