⊹·ℕ𝔸ℕ𝔹𝔸𝕂𝔸 • 𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕊ℍ𝕆𝕋𝕊·⊹

⊹Honey×Reader

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ʙʏ:ᴀʟɪ ɢᴀᴛɪᴇ

[Love]

Love is a complicated word. Alot of meanings, alot of ways to send and receive it, and alot of ways to deceive people with it.

"I love you," He said and (y/n)'s heart fluttered hearing those words finnaly came out of his mouth.

The way the male send those words was...odd. Emotionless. Uncaring. He's not serious.

But the only thing (y/n) could think as of that moment is how genuine he sounded, so Caring, loving.

That word is like a spell.

A dark spell used for manipulation.

She realized that late. Over and over again, (y/n) chose the wrong people.

Everything keeps repeating. Like the trees in each seasons, it would grow in spring, fully bloomed by the time summer arrives, slowly sheds it's leaves and branches and lastly, sleeping on winter...only to be woken up by spring and the cycle goes on.

In this case, it's (y/n)'s mistakes that keeps repeating. The mistake of being too fast with relationships she knew will never work out.

She tries to find the right one but, for so many years that has already passed, those sparks and I love you's were all empty words, painful truths and beautiful lies.

That was until he came to her life, waltzing in as if he knew he was welcome.

A flirt, pervert, good-looking, likes playing with girls. Those are all the traits of an asshole, but somewhere in (y/n), this asshole is different.

Her thoughts were confirmed when he said those exact three words that hauntsed her for years, but the way he said it was different...with more sincerity, real love, care, the words and tone she wanted to hear.

After those words of his, came the unexpected, "But...I don't think I have a chance, do I?"

(Y/n) smiled at the purplenette and assured him, "... As long as you don't break my heart, tear me apart or any of that...then it's you."

It has always been you.

Honey gazed at her before asking, "What if I'll do those things?...Maybe I am already doing it."

Surprisingly, (y/n) didn't have any Paranoid thoughts lingering inside her after those words and just continued on smiling, "From the amount of time I've been... Deceived, lied to, mentally abused, I can proudly say that I know how those things start... I know you're not one of them, honey. I've met alot of people but nobody feels like you."

He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her torso and pulled her closer, afraid if he even let loose for just a second, (y/n) will get snatched away.

Their relationship bloomed greatly after the confession.

Instead of going along the season, their tree bloomed on its own pace. Slow but healthy and strong.

Now they know that; Patience is one of Love's main ingredient.

What would a relationship be like If it lacked patience? It'd the same as honey without bees.

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Sorry for any mistakes. It's like 3 in the morning ;-;