"Dear friend... I was never the chorus, only the silence between your lines." ⸻ You are the one who sings love songs. Your voice is gentle enough to make people believe that love is real. You love fast, fall hard, ache deeply - then turn it into lyrics, singing as if your heart has never been broken. I've always been the one sitting in the back row, quietly watching you, listening to your stories of loving someone else. I know every word to your songs, yet none of them are about me. For a long time, I thought that if I stayed kind to you long enough, quietly enough... maybe you'd write something for me. Just a line. Even a single lyric. Even the word "you" - if it meant me - would have been enough. But no. All your songs are love songs. And your love songs... Never included me. You never wrote for me. But I loved you through every song you wrote for someone else. ⸻ The story revolves around my all-time favourite trope: Hanahaki - the kind of unrequited love that's as painful as it is beautiful. No matter how much I write, it still feels like it's never enough to capture that ache. Originally posted this story on AO3, as I usually use Wattpad for Vietnamese works. But after seeing some folks on X mentioning that there aren't many JossGawin fics in English on Wattpad, I thought-why not share mine here too? So there you go, enjoy!
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