PINE TREES.
mingyu thought you loved him,
because after that incident with the cream puffs, it seemed like you knew that he knew what you were up to when you go out with your friends and became slightly too careful of everything you were doing.
you started smelling like pine trees.
mingyu thought maybe now you loved him,
because that smell was familiar to him, something that reminded him of home, reminded him of you. you were his home, which was sad to admit. sure, he feels safe whenever he was around you, but is it the same thing for you? do you feel every ounce of your stress, any negativity in your body, fade away when you're with him? because his surely did when you would wrap your arms around his waist, nuzzle your face in his neck and murmur sickeningly sweet words into his skin. he's like that whenever he's with you, he feels serenity drowse himself to sleep, in the comfort of your arms and the lemon scented sheets that once made his stomach twist with bitter thoughts flooding in his head.
is this love?
this cruel, sinking feeling inside of him?
is this what love is supposed to be like?
that never ending aching in his chest, countless nights with tears in his eyes as he lied on the bed with your side left empty and cold... this feeling of doubt, this feeling of questioning himself if he was ever good enough for you to keep coming back home to him, in his arms.
kim mingyu, this isn't love.
