GREEN APPLE.
“is that a new shampoo?”
he knew damn well it wasn't.
it was that guy’s shampoo, wasn’t it?
you used it this morning when you woke up, all sore and hoarse from the night before. maybe you forgot that you had a boyfriend waiting for you back home, worrying endlessly with furrowed eyebrows and blinking phones screaming back the number you have dialed cannot be reached, please try again later.
maybe you forgot that you hated the smell of green apples.
he fucking knew.
he knew, he knew, he knew.
he knew that you were sleeping with him. a classmate back in high school, right? his name was fucking kwon kibum, right?
he was tall, used to be a basketball player in his high school days when you started being close to him. that's why you were interested in him in the first place.
you always had a thing for tall men.
he can cook pretty damn well. mingyu tasted his cooking once when you both visited him. it was the best kimbap he's tasted.
were you always this interested in men who knew his way with a frying pan?
he liked grinning. he liked smiling. he liked looking at you like you were the only girl in the world and that felt so wrong, so so so wrong.
have you forgotten about the man you fell in love with whenever you were with kibum?
whenever you'd whisper his name under a friday night and he was between your legs and your phone was buzzing somewhere in the room with the caller id gyu babe, did you ever think that what you were doing was so fucking wrong?
whenever you'd sit on kibum's lap on a saturday and a shitty horror movie was playing in the background and you were kissing him so roughly and teeth and tongue were fighting for dominance, did you ever think about the man who kissed you so softly it felt like there were feathers on your lips?
whenever you'd wake up on a sunday, exhausted and battered with bruises of red and purple when you looked at your reflection in his bathroom mirror, did you ever think about the man who'd hold you like you were the most fragile thing in the world and he was the only thing that can destroy you?
whenever he planted kisses on your lips, did you ever think about the man who was so hopelessly in love with you?
did you ever love kim mingyu?
no, you didn't.
[a/n] this entire fic makes
mingyu sound like a sub
with the way i write prose
about him
