I dare you to make him fall for you...
.....
I bet you, you cant do it.
....hmm
Baekhyun glanced back only to catch the boys eyes. The person blinked, turning slightly flustered before burying his nose back in the book whilst pushing his glasses up...
(Quick warning.. I'll be changing pov from time to time)
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Avoidance.
One of the many painful actions a living being could do. The raven head male was surely a new victim of such activity. Forget half assed apologies and cliche "forgive me" notes (Jongdae hates cliche things)- this was serious.
He knew he deserved that slap on the face. The red bruise will evade his milky pale skin for the meantime.
He knew he deserved the screams thrown upon him.
He knew he deserved this... torture called the 'silent treatment'.
But he also knew... that jongdae didn't deserve the pain. The pain that his stupid, childish, ignorant actions caused.
Baekhyun was a mess.
~~~~
JONGDAE
I wonder what I saw in him. His looks maybe? I'm such a dumb hypocrite... I always say that liking someone for their looks is shallow. But I have no real reason to like baek.
Maybe it was the dumb cliche way he saved me... (but I hate cliche stuff).
Maybe it was his stupid eyes.
Maybe it was because his laugh sounded like music to my ears.
Maybe it was his smile that, despite the dare- remained pure and genuine.
God-
I don't want to cry again.I don't. I don't. But I did. But why weren't the tears wetting my shirt? Why did they fell for only a second?
Oh. Oh.
Just fucking cliche.
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3RD POV
Jongdae didn't know what came over him. His body wasn't responding correctly. His vision were jumbled and scattered- nothing but gray colours made a picture.
His face was deathly pale- it's fragile knots of cells were throbbing as the wind kissed the rain from his eyes. Fur Elise played lowly from the cheap white object that dangled from his ears. The young male blinked, and blinked, adjusted, and blinked once more.. why was it so gray?
His brunette hair revealed his forehead by a warm object.
Ah- a hand. So warm.
Jongdae couldn't help but let his eyes flutter shut from the contact. He wanted this. This. This is the warmth he was missing. The great storm in his head ceased to be, only for a giant earthquake to take its spot.
The gray was getting duller.. and duller.. and duller.. and he hated the Color black.
Yeah. The latter knew he hated the Color black.
"KIM JONGDAE"
The younger male heaved his head a bit, eyes now swimming in a pool of brown orbs. It engulfed him then; the warmth, the vibrant colours of the autumn weather.
His hands. His eyes. His voice.
Ah yes. He rembers now.
That what he fell for: the look.
The look of purity.
sincerity .
Most of all the look of care.
A smile itched its way across Jongdae's face as he finally breathed without the presence of pain.
"Ahh.. I hate you.. so much.. baekhyun"
he couldn't get sick on another day.. or in another year.
Baekhyun just had to be the one to catch him as he falls.
He had to be the one Chen cried to.
Ah. So fucking cliche.
But this time... it wasn't so bad.
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So~~~ yes yes. Yes. yES I know guys.
"Author-nim wae you do dis to us?"
I seriously would love to update like.. everyday.
As in
EVERY.
dAY.
But nón. That sadly can't happen rn. Maybe during the... lol I don't even know.
But I try guysss
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