Playboy or Not? |m.yg [under editing]

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My hands reach for any type of grip to stable myself. Even though he chose Lisa why is he here. "Y/N, please listen" he pants. He ran here? I want to believe the reason he came here is me, but I can't help to think he came for something else. "I know what you're thinking" he sighs, rubbing his head roughly. His steps slow. "And I know you think I'm stupid, I truly am for not noticing" he said, his voice in a pleasing cry. "But can you take me back?" He stops for a moment before chuckling to himself "god I'm stupid"

My eyes widen at the sight of tears dripping down his chin. "I'm sorry" he sniffs, not bothering to hide his tears or deny it. For a man to cry in front of a girl, who's pride is the size of Korea....he's sincere. When was he not? He's just too innocent in some ways. To be tricked by such a simple act and not even reconsidering of believing me. I stay silent, confused on what's should I do. I question myself if I will regret my actions. But all this time I've been telling myself 'listen to your heart'. I ran and hid when it told me too. So why is my heart telling me to run back into his arms?

I want to listen to myself, run. But my heart desires something else.

Let's just listen to my damn heart who is screaming in my head.