catch boys by their toes

eleven➖

v.
SO CALL OUT MY NAME

stray kids; MINHO

YOU HAD WALKED INTO HIS WORK.

You couldn't do this to him (Y/N). Didn't you know that he was a stuttering mess in front of you. Did you not notice how red he got from you making eye contact with him? Did you ever understand why he ran to the bathroom when you were so close to him he could smell your perfume? Were you just so oblivious to him having the biggest crush on you for years? You couldn't right? You had to know that he loved you, that's why you never talked to him because you knew your affect on him. That's it, right?

You also felt the same. You had to feel the same! That's why you are in line at the coffee house he works at. To see his face, right? Right! I mean it had to be true. You weren't someone to play with people's feelings. You wouldn't play with his heart! He knew that.

When you finally stepped up to the cashier you gave him a smile. A breathe taking smile that made his eyes flutter. You did this to him. You did everything to him. Everything he did was because of you. He worked at this store because he wanted to be able to make you the perfect cup of coffee. He took the same classes you had since he had to know what you knew. He watched you undress because he had to see your true form. Don't you get it (Y/N)! Each thing he did was for his God. You were his religion and he would worship your whole being.

Your plump lips parted and spoke your order. He already knew it. He had recited it in his head plenty of times he could even mumble it in his sleep. But you weren't looking at him anymore. You stared at your phone typing. He didn't like that. You came all the way to see him yet you weren't making any effort. It didn't matter! You still cared for him you just wanted him to make the first move, right? Well then he was.

After swiping your card, you left to go take a seat at the booth in the corner. Why did you go so far from him? He wanted you closer. So close he could smell your freshly washed body.

He made the drink just how you liked it. He didn't care if he took his precious time to perfect it. Not many costumers were there and he had other coworkers to help them out. You were the last step. He had to go to you. This was his shot. Inhaling and exhaling out of nervousness, he walked up to you. He did it! He made the first move (Y/N)! Just how you liked it.

You grabbed your drink all while viewing your phone. That's it. No 'thank you' left your kissable lips. You didn't look up at him like he had fantasized. Why? Why the fuck didn't you live out his dream?!

You looked up at him, fully confused on why the barista was still standing there. He just stared at you. That's all he could do. Did you want more from him? Was that it? Was he suppose to flirt with you? If so, then he would.

"Hey, mind if I sit here?"

You looked up at him and spoke the words that broke him.

"I'm not interested." Immediately your attention was put back to your phone.

What? Why did you say that? You weren't supposed to reject his advance. YOU FUCKING WANTED HIM TO DO IT!

You loved him.

You adored him.

You begged for him.

You!

YoU!

YOU!

If you're asked him to murder anyone he would slit their fucking throats. If you wanted him to beg on his knees just for you to touch him, he would beg like a dog. If you wanted him to do anything for you he would. Anything. Any thing. ANY THING.

You didn't know his next move.

He knew you liked surprises. He was going to give you a gift he wanted to for a long time now. He kissed you. He smashed his dry lips onto your soft pink ones. He had dreamt of this moment all since middle school. Ever since he saw your face he was enamored. When you moved schools, he went with you. When he saw you getting bullied, he beat the shit out of those who dared harm you. When you had touched yourself, he was right there sharing your guys' first orgasm. You two were meant to be.

However you clearly didn't like the passionate kiss you both shared. You thought he forced you to kiss him. You thought his hands harshly pushed your face into his. You didn't kiss back because you wanted to play hard to get. You tried to shove him off because you needed to breathe.

When he let go to see your reaction to his special kiss he was hurt. You screamed out words to him. Words that lovers shouldn't say to each other. You rubbed your sweater over you lips to take away any remainder of the sweet kiss. You slapped him and called him a pervert. He wasn't one. Baby you had to understand that he wasn't bad!

You had caused a scene. Everyone was looking at you two. People were whispering and talking bad about him when they didn't even know the reason behind it. You went to leave, but not before dumping your steaming hot coffee all over his body. It burned. It burned him so bad. How could you do that? Why would you do this? Significant others don't do that. They don't disrespect each other.

You were walking out when he grabbed your wrist. You couldn't leave him. Not when he wasn't finished with his surprise. He wasn't fond of you trying to remove his hand off you while cursing at him. However he just stared at you and smiled. You are so pretty in every lighting. You were made by artists. The best ones money could be.

"I love you!"

He had finally spoke those words to you. After saying those words under his breathe millions of times. After writing them down until there wasn't a single piece of paper left in his notebook. After cutting his wrist each time he chickened out from confessing to you, he had told you.

His dream was for you to say it back. You were supposed to say it to his face and kiss him. So why did you call him a lunatic? You shouted at him saying you didn't even know him. But why are you lying? You know him perfectly well. He was destined for you.

If you wanted better evidence of his loyalty then he would show you. Lifting up his long sleeve, he displayed his arm. His pale arm that had hundreds of cuts on them. His pale arm that also had your name deeply slashed into his wrist multiple times. On his other arm were plenty of more '(Names)', each more profound than the next.

"You're a fucking psychopath!"

You ran out of the shop. You ran away from him. You ran away from your love. Why were you like this? Why was his (Y/N) so uneducated? Did she even know what the term meant? Clearly not. He ran out of the store and sprinted after you.

He hopes that this doesn't happen again.

He knows it won't.

Because you have to know that he, myself, isn't a bad guy.

I know my priorities.

I PUT YOU ON TOP.