"If you ever want me again, show up on my doorstep," he spoke softly, never making eye contact.
"I won't," her response was like a knife stroke, quick and blunt, " and I never will but you can wait for me there if you need to. Wait for me there until you go back inside with full confidence that I'll never show up again."
That was how it played out in her head, but in reality, when she told Mingyu it was over he just laughed softly, put his hand on her head and ruffled her hair. She watched the roles reverse right in front of her eyes. Cried as she became the one offering herself up for the waiting game that she knew didn't actually exist. He said something about being soulmates that couldn't quite meet each other, but the words never met her ears. She tried to remember who she was before he pushed her against the closet door at whatever party, in whoever's house, for whatever frat. Tried to imagine that he was actually hurt when she threatened to leave. Tried to think back to when she became so dependent on him so that she could tell her naive self to fuck right off.
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Mingyu Shorts
FanfictionSummary: this was original short story pieces based on a plus size mc who is struggling with her weight and kim mingyu of seventeen who is struggling with finding himself, college AU. it is, of course, still that, but i'm hoping to flesh it out more...
