"Are you sure you're okay?" Yoosung asked me.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied.
"Call me when you get home."
The thing is the anxiety was actually building up. I've been fine the past couple days, not much sleep, but okay. I didn't really have a reason for this. I wasn't bullied at all. Family wasn't putting me down. It was just that feeling of being alone even though I wasn't alone. I have Yoosung who cares about me, but sometimes it seems like he isn't there even though I know he is.
I entered my apartment and set my things down.
You really think he likes you?
What if he is just using you.
Who actually cares?
I couldn't explain it. I don't know why these words have this effect on me.
My phone went off.
"You didn't text me or call me y/n are you okay" the text read
It's all fake. None of this or anything anyone says is real.
"help" I texted him.
"Y/N?! Open the door!" I could hear him yelling.
He doesn't care.
Yes, he does. He is here.
"This girl. Doesn't lock her doors," I heard him mutter.
I look up from the corner I'm curled up in.
"Who hurt you?"
"I don't know. It just happened."
He ran to me and held me in a hug. A couple minutes later he shifted position to where I was resting on his lap.
"What can I do to help? I want to help, but I don't know how."
I looked at him, vision still foggy.
"I want to kiss you."
"Then go ahead."
I CANT WRITE ANY KISSING SCENE WITHOUT IT BEING CLICHE AS ALL HELL JUST LIKE THIS IMAGINE WAS IM SORRY CRIIIIII
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Just imagines. - if you are my family and find this im sorry...dont be disappointed in me though im just mature and know things...i know a lot of things *shivers*