FORBIDDEN LOVE | jinyeon

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[ WARNING: WILL BE VERY CRINGY ]

nayeon's pov...

"i like you." i didn't believe that those words came out jinyoung's mouth. it reminded me of the dream. is this.. real?

"eh...?" i stammered.

"of course. i'm sorry. i wasted your time. i knew you liked jb hyung." he said.

jb hyung.. i mean oppa?! why would i ever like that guy?

"jaebum oppa? you think i actually like him?" i asked.

"i mean you did say you 'loved' him."

"when was that?"

"uh.. whe.. when you guys were on the roof practicing, i heard you. you said you loved him too." i tried to recall what he was talking about.

"oh... no! that was the drama we were watching!" i said.

his smiled a bit.

"i... i like you, too."

he smiled at me. he stared at my eyes as i stared into his. our faces got closer each minute until we were only inches away. then, we kissed.

i pulled away as we both smiled, brightly.

"w.. will you be my girlfriend?" he asked.

[ well thats a stupid question... sorry ]

honestly, i'd love to but...

"we both know that we can't date each other... what if we keep it a secret?" his words made me a bit in shock. jinyoung oppa isn't this kind of guy.

"oppa, you know we're not allowed to do that." i said.

"no one will know. i promise we won't get caught by JYPnim." he smiled.

i nodded as he hugged me.

a while later...

i can't believe that actually happened. now i'm secretly dating jinyoung oppa. i mean, i have had a crush on him for a while, but i never actually thought about dating him... especially that we're both idols.

"hey, nayeon unnie. where have you been?" chaeyoung asked me. then, i started freaking out.

"nowhere. i was nowhere. i smell pancakes. oh, look at the time. sorry, chaeng. gotta go!" i said and slammed my room door.

"are you okay, nayeon unnie?" she started knocking on my door.

"yeah, i am. sorry i became crazy. it's just... a lot of things are going around." i opened the door and smiled to my dongsaeng.

"like the rumors you started with jinyoung oppa?"

"i did not start it!"

"well, you're the one that went out without any gear."

does everybody really have to rub it in my face?