he snatched my cigarette from my grip and rubbed it against the crack in the sidewalk.
"...what the fuck man." i sighed, adjusting the scarf around my neck to be tighter.
"listen, ae-ri, that shit ain't good for you." his tone was soft but almost scared. he sounded concerned for me. i didn't know why.
my back snapped to face him, "taehyung, i don't give a shit if smoking isn't good for me. i'm 19 fucking years old, okay?" the light camo jacket he wore ruffled in the brisk wind as he stared down at the pavement with sad eyes.
"i'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, alright? i appreciate your kindness, but please, tae." i huffed, continuing to walk to my destination.
i heard him catch up behind me as i felt a grip on my wrist, "..ae-ri, no. you really want to be destroying your lungs at this age? you're so young, kid..why do you like doing this to yourself?" he let go, and eye contact was made.
his eyes were so ethereal, they looked like they belonged to a doll.
"because i don't love myself, and i never will. smoking is what relieves my fucking stress, aight? humanity and beauty standards are so shitty that i'll never be able to feel confidence without someone coming into my life and fucking it up for me." tears welt up into my eyes as i ranted all in a single breath. my chest heaved as i stared at the boy with a lack of hope.
the black-headed boy pulled me into his arms immediately.
his aura was fear..
he was scared..
scared for me..
"ae-ri, why would you ever say that?" he mumbled against me, "you're beautiful, and don't let anybody tell you otherwise. i love you so fucking much- y-you've been by my side ever since fucking pre-k! humanity is shit, but you can't let that get a-ahold of yourself.." i felt his body shake in between his soft cries.
i just stood there, numb.
"you're my best friend, ae-ri..you can always come to me when something is up, or if someone ever hurts you..i'll beat their fucking ass!" he gritted his teeth as he breathed out.
i wiggled out of his arms as i sighed, "taehyung, i-i gotta go."
he made eye contact with me as he smiled warmly, "..alright, get home safely."
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Fanfiction"hey, hey, don't be cryin' over that lame ass boy! you're so much fuckin' better than that guy.. the chick he fucked prolly is going to be gone the next day." his eyes glistened like melted chocolate in front of sunlight. he stood up from the curb...
