b a e j i n y o u n g p t . 2

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three months later ; first snow fall

bae jinyoung's pov

"oh! look! i think i see snow!", y/n jumps, tapping me to get her attention. i smile.

"isn't it pretty?", she asks.

like you, i think.

"i've never seen snow before.", i stare at it. i stretch my arm out, and catch a snowflake in the palm of my hands.

"it is pretty.", i agree, as i observed the snowflake, melting into my hands.

as we walked to the school, i heard
y/n's name being called out.

"y/n!"

i turn around and see taehee running towards her.

"yah! slow down.", she says.

"can i get your number?", he asks out of breath. i look up quickly.

"h-huh?", y/n questioned, confused. i looked at y/n then taehee.

"just you know, for our group project?", taehee adds.

"oh! yeah, yeah sure. gimme your phone."

"so how is the project going?", y/n wondered.

"oh! it's going pretty well! you?"

i leave them behind and go the school, hearing their distant laughs from the back. i turn around once.

i don't want you to be with taehee. i want you to be with me, y/n. i-is this a feeling? is this called jealousy?

no. how can i feel if i'm only just a piece of paper.

and so, i let y/n do whatever she wanted to do. even if it means losing her to another man.

because i know that she can't love a man without a heart.

* * *

tuesday ;

i see y/n step out in a pretty dress.

"where you going?", i question.

"i'm going to a group meeting.", she says, patting a dab of makeup on her cheek.

"i've never seen you wear makeup before. is it a special occasion?", i ask.

she grins before answering. "you could say it is."

wednesday ;

"you going out again?", i ask.

"oh, yeah."

thursday ;

"i'm going out.", y/n says as she leaves the door.

"okay."

y/n's been going out a lot lately. when she's gone, there's a feeling of emptiness in me.

i miss her. i barely get to see her, now.

friday ;

earlier that day.

"hey, jinyoung? can you stay outside for like about an hour? taehee's coming over and i don't want to have to explain about us living together.", y/n says.

"oh, sure."

* * *

i hear a knock on the door. i open it and see taehee and y/n together.

"oh! you and jinyoung live together?", taehee speaks up. i see him look me in the eye with a hint of jealousy.

"yah, i thought you were going to stay outside.", y/n whispers in my ear.

"oh, no. we don't live together. i-i just came to drop off something.", i say, and leave them.

y/n? what happened to the casual friday when we watch movies? have you forgotten?

i hate you, taehee. you're taking her away from me.

yes, i know that she can't love me. but i don't know. i just want her all to myself.

and as i was thinking these things through in my mind. something wet ran down my cheek. i touch it.

"what are these things?"

* * *

saturday ;

y/n was yet again, going out with taehee. i was waiting for her to get home. i had wanted to tell her something. i paced around the floors.

as i heard the swing open of the door, i quickly ran up to her and hugged her. i don't know why.

"um. what are you doing?"

"i missed you so much.", i huff out. she pushes me away.

"no, you don't. you don't have feelings. remember? you're a piece of paper.", she reminds me.

i wish i was human.

"i really do miss you."

"no, you don't! you don't know what feelings feel like!"

"then what feeling is it when i want you around, when i want to hold your hand, when i want to tell you you're beautiful, when i want you by my side, when you're with other boys, i hate it? what feeling is it when i want you by my side all the fucking time?", i yell.

"we can't love each other. i like you. but, i know your heart can never beat for me. it's nonexistent. you're a piece of paper."

"i-i understand. i am just a piece of paper.", water falls down my eyes once again. the last thing i saw was a flash of light.

* * *

inspired by the comic 'my smart boy'

i'm cutting this into three parts, because i want the chapters short and sweet.

hope you guys enjoyed!

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