𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡,
𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫,
𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡,
𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭
𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡.
Park Jisung is nothing if not obsessive; and his new obsession is a...
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IT HAS BEEN three days since Jaemin has spoken with his best friend.
At first, he was blatantly ignoring the boy. He received his texts, he knew that he was sorry, but he couldn't bring himself to talk to him. They've never had a fight before, and he didn't want to face him—he didn't want to face the fact that he had hurt his very own best friend. Yes, he was a coward but it was the truth.
The next day at school, when he didn't see Jeno there, he thought something was weird but concluded that the boy probably was too ashamed to see him as well.
Now. . . now it's been three days and he hasn't heard a single word from him.
On the morning of the third day, Jaemin woke up with his eyes feeling sensitive and dark, his stomach felt like it had been jiggled aggressively all night long, and his lips were chapped. He didn't bother to get any medicine or chapstick, instead he picked up his phone in hopes of receiving a text from a certain someone, but alas, his phone remained dry.
Feeling defeated, Jaemin wasted no time in getting ready for school, throwing on a pair of cuffed blue jeans, a black turtleneck and a thick, warm flannel, the boy grabs himself a banana and his bag before walking out the door. For once, he didn't have to make sure his siblings were up and out the door on time—potentially being late to his own classes—because his mom had the day off.
At least that's one good thing . . .
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