catch boys by their toes

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BUT FALLING FOR YOU WAS MY MISTAKE

nct; HAECHAN

April Seventeenth,

I LOVE HER.
More than life.
Beyond all reason.
Before anything else.

This isn't temporary like mother says. It isn't a problem like father states. It's love. Love that we both share. This isn't bad.

WHAT I FEEL IS NOT AN ISSUE.

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April Eighteenth,

Why do people think they are entitled to talk about something that doesn't concern them? Does their opinion top all those that they consider below them? Because it doesn't. They are mere fools in a society that does not give a fuck about what they think.

Whoever that idiotic bitch claims he is, is bullshit. The words that spew out of his mouth are pathetic. His mind produces ideas of pure foolishness. He believes in his right mind that he is the controller of my world —but he isn't. The boy is just a laughable reputation of a man. A profound imbecile of a person he is.

I hope he rots in hell.

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April Twenty First,

There he was. Standing in all his "glory" by his designated locker. His uniform was a bit messy, his tie was loosened and the first few buttons of his dress shirt were undone. Hidden behind the wall, I spotted something off about him. His neck.

Purple marks littered it. From below his ear to right above his collar bone, a circular shape had marked his pale skin. They were hickies.

I am highly satisfied with the amount of intelligence I posses. I know who gave them to him. They'll pay. They'll pay and learn how to keep their hands off something that isn't theirs.

They have been lacking obedience and I will have to show them.

I'll just have to work on better communication.

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April Twenty Second,

Writing a precise note took up lots of time. I missed sleep just to get my words down. It even took me longer since I threw plenty of drafts in the trash. She deserves my best.

Hopefully, she will understand this precaution. I made it easier for her to get. She has to remember that such acts as the ones she committed to that fuckface of a boyfriend should be for me.

I even wrote down my feelings. The second part of the letter was my hidden affection for her. I'm going to confess tomorrow. I informed her to meet me behind school when it's over.

This can work.
It will work.
It has to work.

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April Twenty Third,

She ripped it up.

The bitch tore my letter.

The fucking whore threw away my hard work in the thrash. She shrugged it off, thought it was nothing.

I guess that warning just was taken for granted.

Then I'll just show her what not listening to me means.

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(Y/N) DIDN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT HER BOYFRIEND HAD JUST SAID. She wasn't paying attention to his low voice because she was focusing her attention on his neck. Her kisses trailed down his soft skin, warmth touching her lips.

God, was he the epitome of attractiveness. They both were. Although true, they both held love for each other not just for the physical appearance one had, but for the sweetness of their hearts. (Y/N) admired how her boyfriend graced everything he touched, especially her own heart.

To say the girl was genuinely infatuated with him was an understatement. It was more than lust, more than love —but it never was toxic. Nothing poisonous invaded her lungs when she broke apart their kiss to breathe. When she laid in bed, his body giving her pleasure, she thought of how she wanted to spend the future with him, not just giving into a sex addiction. From the bottom of her heart, she had adored him and only him.

So, to her lack of knowledge, she was surprised when she had received a note. She had read it but it bore her. It talked about things she didn't even want to read, especially about someone having feelings for her. She didn't care. If it wasn't her boyfriend then they had no importance to her.

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April Twenty Fourth,

He isn't here anymore. The one bothersome of a pest can't annoy me any further.

She started crying but I just don't get it.

It was all her fault this had to happen.