Kyungsoo
Love. What is it really? Does it have a proper definition or is it one of those things that just happens sometimes? I've never quite understood love. It makes no sense to me. There doesn't seem to be a rhyme or reason to it, and it certainly never explains itself or takes accountability for its actions.
The only love I ever knew had strings attached to it: no public displays of affection, no staying the night, no getting caught. The love I knew could last for a few hours a few days a week. There was just too much at risk, as he always said.
Jongin
I never really got the point of love. Why did it exist in the first place? It only seemed to make a certain percentage of people happy, leaving the rest of us in the shadows.
But that doesn't mean I never craved it. Everyone wants to feel loved in some way, shape, or form, and I was no different. I wanted something real, something that even when times got hard, I could count on lasting a long time. Something I could look back on and not regret. But from a young age, I knew there were just certain things I couldn't have. Love, I suppose, was one of them.
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Stay (A KaiSoo Fanfic)
FanfictionKyungsoo has been seeing Ryeowook for a year and a half -- but no one else knows that besides his best friend and roommate Jongin. Jongin has watched Kyungsoo struggle with the reality of his affair all while trying to drown his own feelings for him...
