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Contains: One Shot imagines, MTLs, reactions, and a "describing" series.
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...if I like the ideas given/haven't done something too...
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You broke down. You didn't know what you were expecting him to say, but you weren't prepared for him to actually ask you about it.
A bubble formed in your throat, so you couldn't speak without your words spilling out awkwardly. Your lips started quivering, and you wished you could just disappear into the cold night.
He spoke, "Listen, how about neither of us speak, and we just sit here in silence for a while?" He didn't want you to feel obligated to talk about anything that you were obviously hurting about, so he just held up a hand to silence any of your weak protests. You were grateful that he was fine with merely sitting in silence.
"Hoseok, I know you're not used to seeing me like this," you acknowledged weakly, "but I'm so glad that you are the one that came." Your tongue was dry and you felt like it was swelling up, yet you still felt particularly compelled to talk to him. "Because you're the only comfort I have right now. Everything that I used to take comfort in... is gone." He furrowed his eyebrows in slight confusion, urging you to continue talking with his interested eyes.
"I know, you're gonna think this is lame, yeah I'm a fucking loser, but... My boyfriend cheated on me, and I don't know what to do. He's gonna hate me for this, but I just... I want him to hate me, so that he can just be out of my life. He used to be my best friend, but now I can't even recognize him." Your throat felt scratchy as you finished your sentence, but it was just the feeling of the bitter truth surfacing.
You admitted, "Honestly, I can't even recognize myself now. This isn't something I would've done a month ago. This isn't me anymore." You were going to continue, but you could no longer find the words that you were looking for. Hoseok was in shock, and a bit uncomfortable, since he didn't know what to say to comfort you.
"Well, I'm not an expert in relationships," he disclaimed, "but I think you're free from him now. Everybody knew that you guys weren't getting along great, so maybe he purposely cheated on you so that you'd break up with him." He paused and looked up at the stars above you, silently trying to look for an easy-to-spot constellation like the Big Dipper. Although, that was to no avail, since he wasn't used to stargazing in that area. "I know, that doesn't make sense. It doesn't make sense to me either. You think you don't understand guys? I don't even think I understand them myself."
You let out a light laugh, glad to hear him opening up a bit too during the emotional confession you two had. You were surprised to see that side of him, since the only version of him that you knew prior to the present was the cute jokester who somehow managed to finish all of his work in class while maintaining his status as a social butterfly. He was intriguing.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" you questioned hesitantly. He nodded his head unsurely, afraid that you were going to ask him something too personal. He never said he was going to answer whatever intrusive question you may ask, though. "Can I touch your little dimple things?"
"Can you touch my what?"
"Your little dimple thingies, near your lips. Those little thingies right here!" you replied, pointing your finger directly at one of them.
"Are you drunk?" he asked, laughing. "I gave you all of this wise advice, and you just ask to touch my 'dimple thingies,' in response?" You chuckled at his words, because he did have a point in what he was saying. At that moment, you realized that all of your tears had dried up, and all you desired was to smile.
"Okay, fine, fine, give me more advice. I want to hear what you have to say," you requested cheerily. You wanted to see him get lost in what he was saying like before, because it was such a fascinating sight to see.
He obliged, and continued, "Well, I forgot to mention... That yeah, maybe you would've never done this a month ago. And maybe you should've never done this and beaten his car up, but you did. And this is the birth of the new you... You're free, y/n."
You couldn't stop yourself from grinning at the sound of him saying your name -- it was like music to your ears. He couldn't stop himself from grinning at the sight of seeing your lips curl up into a beautiful smile that gave him a strange sense of being at home.
"Okay, but you never answered my question when I asked if I could touch your 'dimple thingies,' or not..."
