unhearted || h.rj

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dear h.rj,

it's our one year friendsary. hurts to say that but in my dreams, i believe it'll change.

hey, hi, hello, whats up.

after twelve months, you stopped talking to me. i've always despised myself for never making the first move.

so, here i go.

heart l.cs

✧✧✧

"injunnie," i tapped your shoulder desperately. you whipped your body around, making me bring my hand back harshly.

i cleared my throat, "wanna -?"

"chaesoon," you suddenly said, putting your hands onto my shoulders with weight. "talk to me later. i gotta go."

you said it with much confidence as if you've memorized everything so perfectly. it hurt me that you put something before me, but it wasn't the first time.

i knew, i knew that behind your confidence, i heard hesitation.

tell me, am i right?