Imagines and Preferences | Kris Kostov

♡ people change ♡

Word count: 1382

Read the author's note at the end.

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introduction:
Kristian lives in your country (y/c) although he was born in Russia.
But he moves to Bulgaria because his dad is Bulgarian, letting you heartbroken alone in y/c.

3rd person pov.

Kristian and I are, well were, friends since kindergarten.

His dream was it to become a singer and as his best friend I supported him.

He always had and angelic voice and he looked handsome.

"So y/n I'm going to X-Factor Bulgaria, that's why I wanted to talk to you." He said and I smiled because I was proud of him.

"That's amazing Kris, I'm so proud of you" he smiled at my words and pulled me in a hug.

"But the sad thing is that I'm leaving in two days but I'm coming back in a few months, I promise." He smiled at me and I just nod.

~ Time skip for a few days cuz ya gurl is too lazy ~

Kristian left two days ago and when I'm honest I missed him.

I have a secretly crush on him but he doesn't know yet. I am going to tell him when he here again.

~ another time skip ~

Kristian arrived a few hours ago and I'm going to visit him now.

I planned what I was going to say and I even planned what I would say when he rejects me.
But I hope he won't.

I knocked at his door and his mom opened.

"Oh hey y/n" she smiled at me and pulled me inside.

"Hey. Uhm is Kristian here?" I asked getting a bit nervous.

"Yes he's upstairs. Go to him, he missed you."

And so I went upstairs.

I knocked at his door and walked in.

"H-hey Kris" I said and he turned around and smiled at me.

"Y/n, hey" he smiled.

"So u-uh I wanted to talk to you."

His smiled faded.

"Yea what's wrong?" He asked.

"I-i uh I have a-a cr-crush o-on y-you" I mumbled and looked at him.

He said nothing until he said something in Bulgarian, well, Whispered.

He cleared his throat.

"I think you should go y/n" he said and tears started slipping out of my eyes.

I walked out of his room, straight downstairs to the front door.

"You're already going?" His mom asked me and I nod.

I left the house, not knowing it was the last time i would see him.

He didn't call me in two months or even sent me a message so I decided to go over to him.

I knocked at the door and a young boy opened it.

"Can I help you?" He asked politely.

"Actually yes. I'm looking for Kristian." I said.

"Here's no Kristian, what's his last name?" He asked.

"Kostov."

"Will you come in?" He asked me and I nod.