I Don't Love Him | hoseok

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I don't love him.

I don't love him and I don't love Sunny and I don't love anyone.

Not even a chance.

I tried escaping my rambling thoughts as I drove down the freeway after meeting with Hoseok, and pathetically, helping him with his date plans.

I could picture him now, picking at his nails nervously as he drives her to a restaurant.

Will she know he's allergic to sea food? Will she know he prefers beer to wine when ordering alcohol?

Will she treat him right?

A loud car honk pulls me out of my thoughts.

I gasp and react quickly, yanking the steering wheel before I would have collided with another vehicle. Was I really going 30 miles over the speed limit?

I slow down and drive out of the freeway, parking in a nearby gasoline station.

Out of breath, I whisper, "why the hell do I care so much?"