Boboiboy Oneshots

Cheater! Boboiboy X Sick! Reader

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Boboiboy's POV

A pleasure...

A guilty pleasure......

What's my guilty pleasure?

Making love to a girl....

Behind my girlfriend's back.

It was wrong, I know, but I can't help. (Y/n) and I loved each other, but the spark in our relationship seem to just....disappear when we got together...

It had been 5 months ever since we were in a relationship....3 weeks ever since....I start to see another girl.

I don't love (Y/n) as much as I loved her before now, I don't know why, but I don't care. I found another love, a perfect match. I try to disconnect myself from (Y/n), so I won't bring myself to tell her that I don't love her anymore, and that she got the message, but she seem to ignore all those signs.

It's so annoying, why can't she get the message?! THAT I DON'T LOVE HER ANYMORE?!

One day, though, I didn't get a morning message from her, which is good since it was kind of annoying. I got up and did my morning routine and went downstairs.

"Hello, Boboiboy." Granddad greeted(YES HE IS STILL ALIVE. HE IS IMMORTAL OKAY?!), I greeted back.

"Boboiboy, why don't you visit (Y/n) today?" Granddad said, I groaned silently.

"Not now, Granddad. I have work." I said, making an excuse as I made my own coffee.

"Boboiboy. It's Sunday, you don't have work. Plus, you haven't visited (Y/n). Haven't you heard? (Y/n) is running down with a fever." Granddad looked at me with an expression I couldn't read.

"Like I care..." I mumbled softly, sighing as I sat down with my coffee. "Fiiiiiinneeee, I'll go and check her." I said as I quickly finish up my coffee, which results in burning my tongue, and head out. I went inside my car and start the engine.

As I drive, I couldn't help it but think about (R/n) [Rival's name]. (R/n) has been rivals with (Y/n) since highschool. Before (Y/n) and I got into a relationship, (Y/n) and (R/n) would fought over me. I was honestly stupid enough to choose (Y/n) over (R/n), but now I am with (R/n).

When I arrived, I first took out my phone and called (R/n).

"Hey, sweetheart." I purred when (R/n) picked up.

"Heya, babe. Soo...where should we have our date?"

"Hmm...not sure, maybe at your house? Either way, I have to check on (Y/n)...Granddad told me to..." I said as I rolled me eyes, (R/n) groaned.

"Her? Ughhhhhhh....well, my house it is then, please hurry...I don't want you to stay a minute longer with that whore." (R/n) said, I chuckled.

"Okay, okay. Bye, babe"

"Bye!"

And with that, the call ended.

I kept my phone and got out of my car, locking it before approaching (Y/n)'s house. I knock on the door, no answer. I knock a lot harder, no answer.

"Well, if that's how you're playing, fine then." I said bitterly as I turn around, but before I took a step forward, I heard the door open.

"..........Boboiboy.....?" I looked back at (Y/n) with a bored expression and my goodness did she look terrible.