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It was currently 1:00 a.m, and the boy we all knew as Jaehyun had been crying his eyes out. He kept reminding himself that Rosé didn't even know he existed and he was convinced he never will.
His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were stained with the sadness liquid as he scrolled through Instagram, looking at edits of puppies to make him feel better.
He'd occasionally meet a couple of girls who tried to ask him out but he would just think. "They're not Rosé. It doesn't feel right."
At this point the poor boy felt hopeless. Every night he prayed. He just wanted to meet his idol. Just once have a conversation with her. But he knew he had to have realistic thoughts. His name wasn't Y/N. His name was Jaehyun and he was just a regular boy.
He realized he'll never meet anyone like Rosé...
"Come on Jaehyun. Stop crying over someone that doesn't even know you exist. You're being over dramatic." He told himself visualizing Rosé very vividly in his mind.
He turned off his phone and sighed, sweeping back his currently messy locks of light brown hair. Jaehyun pulled his blanked over him and closed his eyes, pressing his face against his pillow smiling slightly.
"Maybe someday." He said. He hoped. He wished with all his heart as another tear slowly streamed out of his eye.
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Jaehyun groaned. He felt some sort of vibration press agains his cheek repeatedly, waking him up from another slumber.
He picked up his phone, staring at it with half opened eyes, and set it on his desktop next to his bed.
He closed his eyes, and departed back to dreamland, kicking his leg over his bed sheets, and repositioning his head on his slightly wet pillow.
"Fuck." He muttered feeling the moist spot. He flipped his follow over and laid his head on it, closing his eyes again.
