Seventeen imagines

#10 "Beshy"

Short Imagines (Joshua#10)
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You jumped on Joshua's wide, soft and flower scented bed.

"I don't know anymore beshy, " you sighed looking at the whited painted ceiling above this spacious room.

He sat on the edge of the bed beside you. "Beshy," he called in girly tone. "It isn't hard to make a decision. You are aware of what is right and what is wrong."

You tilt your head and looked at him. "I knew right, but still I am confused. I do loved Seokmin, but for Woozi... I.... I... " You let out a deep sigh again.

"Girl," he stated. "If there is someone who need to blame on, it was you," he declared pointing at you.

"Yeah yeah yeah! Ugh!" You shouted, pulling your hair and stomping your feet above the bed.

"I told you, arrange marriage is not a good idea," your GAY best friend told you.

Catching your breath, you stopped for a moment and covered your face.

"It is my fault that I agree on that arrange marriage. But what can I do? It happened! Now, tell me what?! Go on, blame me! Punch me! Hit me hard!"

"Ya want me to hit a girl?" His right brow raised.

"Whats wrong? You are a gay."

"Okay." Then he hardly hit your forehead without a warning.

"Ahh!" You winced in pain holding your reddened skin. "That was too hard besh!"

Joshua chuckles, "you asked for it."

And then you laugh along. For second it was stress relieving. But the giggling faded away and the silence conquer the space.

"Seokmin or Woozi?" You asked, not looking back at him.

Using your peripheral vision, you knew he is staring intently at you.

"It doesn't matter who you love beshy. Again, it matters what is right. Woozi is your . . . HUSBAND."

Tears fell from your eyes.

"(Y/N)" Joshua called your name in worried way.

He put his hand on your cheek and wiped your warm tears.

"Now, stop crying and sleep. I know you are tired," he suggested.

Hmm," you mumbled and closes your eyes.

After some minutes, you fell deep in sleep, holding your bff's hand oh so tight.

Joshua watches you like he is observing a little lamb at the soft pillow he wanted to protect.

"(Y/N)" he called your name in manly way - a bizarre situation for a gay like him.

He caresses your cheek and whispered, "I am sorry."

His heart beats faster as he saw your white face. He leaned closer and closer.

"If I stopped you before that  arrange marriage, if I confessed that I am not a gay but a want to be a guy in your eyes and if I told you that I am loving you for so long, then maybe . . . maybe you didn't involve it that kind of situation. And maybe, I have the right to call you 'MINE'."

Tears drop from his eyes down to your cheeks.

And while you are in a deep sleep, he tastes your lips with a kiss he couldn't hold back anymore.

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