requested: yes (ROSIEBERRIES )
song: love me like you by little mix (swipe for song)
scenario: a songfic of 'love me like you' by little mix.
pairing: chanwoo x rosé
genre: fluff, romance, bittersweet romance
au: highschool au
word count: 2,467 words
status: unedited
tips: italic is lyrics
bold is past memories
a/n: i apologise deeply if this is super bad because i finished it at 1am. on a school night. murder me pls
other than that, hope you enjoy it! feel free to give any feedback!
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he might got the biggest car
don't mean he can drive me wild or he can go for miles
said he got a lot of cash
darling he can't buy my love, it's you i'm dreaming of
"this is my car," said one of the many guys that asked me out on a daily basis. "what do you say about a ride?"
"sure," i nodded unsurely, gripping my bag straps a bit tighter. he opened the passenger door and ushered me in, leaning in to put my seatbelt on me. "i can do it myself."
"feisty, i like it." he smirked, going out and going to the driver's side. dear god, if this is how he's going to treat me, i might as well jump out at this very moment. boys these days, don't know how to treat a girl well. the shit thing about it is that girls seem to love the 'bad boys' over actually good guys. i swear they're going to grow up believing that if someone rides a motorcycle without a helmet and is clad in black clothes and a leather jacket, that's the guy they want.
"do you want anything? i have a lot of money, i can buy anything for you." he said while driving, glancing at me ever so often.
"no," i shook my head. "but i'd like you to keep your eyes on the road before something happens. if i end up in the hospital, my bills are all on you. you have a lot of money, right?"
he chuckled nervously and averted his gaze to the road like he should. i smiled widely as i looked out the window, staring at the little drops of rain that fell from the sky. it was a light drizzle; something that reminded me of you. i miss you.
every passing second in his car felt like hell and i wanted to get out. even though the air conditioner was on and outside was cool, being without you was indescribable pain. everything i did doesn't feel the same because i'm so used to doing it with you. even small things like going to a café and studying, it didn't feel right.
pushing my hair to the side, i realised we were heading back to school.
"can you just drop me off at my house?" i asked, keeping my eyes focused on the raindrops clinging onto the window.
"sure, where is it?" he took out his phone and handed it to me. i took it and typed in my address in his google maps. carefully placing it in his phone holder, i sat stiffly, waiting for this to be over so i can go back to my bed and eat and sleep. my homework was done in my free period in school, so i didn't have much to do. though, going to bed early sounded like a good choice. then i could finally escape to dreamland, where everything is just as it was. where everything was what i deemed perfect.
they try to romance me
but you got that nasty
and that's what i want
every single day boys upon boys asked me out in hopes of getting a date with me, yg high school's best student and captain of cheerleading, and part of a school group. sure, that was all great, but i didn't want any of this. i don't want boys asking me out. i don't want to be known as the best student and i especially don't want boys to ask me out because they see me as an obstacle course that they'll beat and a trophy girlfriend. which both i am not.
if i'm being honest, most of the boys here suck. they tell me that they can love me like you did, and that's a huge lie. all they do is mess around and break girls hearts, and i don't want that. if they can treat me like a princess, they can treat everyone else like that too. besides, not only are their personalities shit, their faces are too. i don't know what girls see in them.
so baby, baby
come and save me
don't need those other numbers
when i got my number one
the star baseball team of yg high school, ikon, was going against jyp's best baseball team got7 for the baseball finals. yikes. not only were they all competing for scholarships — they were competing to see who would be crowned best of all time over the past 4 years. knowing you and the boys, that scholarship and title would mean the whole world to you guys.
we, too, were preparing. not only was this a baseball championship, this was also a cheer championship. if we win, we could get scholarships as well — and i dream of getting into a prestigious university, like yale or cambridge. though, i don't mind going to any one of south korea's top universities. yeah, you could say i have high hopes and expectations.
the boys and girls emerged side by side, you to my right. the back of your jersey read 'J. CHANWOO' and you're number was 1. i remember you specifically asking for number 1 because you believed that it's your lucky number — but many people believe that 1 is their lucky number because it is, after all, number 1.
feeling my heart pound in my chest at the amount of people in the baseball stadium, i kept myself together and held my head high, smiling brightly.
like our cheer coach always said, they won't know you're scared if you don't show it. and that's what will intimidate them because you're not scared. if you're not scared, you are practically invincible according to her. showing you're not scared is basically telling the audience and the opposing team that you're not afraid to have fun, to let loose but still do it well. and that was our goal — to let loose but still do our jobs well.
honestly, i can't even count the amount of times guys from the opposing team came to ask me out. seriously, no. i don't want them. at all. i want you. you and you only. i may sound possessive but i just can't imagine myself with anyone else because i've never thought about it. your laugh, you smile, you dimple and your deep voice has my knees weak and ready to crash into your chest, my heart bursting. you're both a blessing and a curse to me.
last night i lay in bed so blue
'cause i realised the truth, they can't love me like you
i tried to find somebody new
baby they ain't got a clue, can't love me like you
maybe i did try to get over you at one point. i went on a few dates with guys, but none of them could make me feel special like you do. they made me feel dull and empty, but you made me feel alive and full. your love powered me, but theirs made me sink deeper into a dark hole. every night after those dates, i lay in bed with my feet in my chest, curled into a ball. i realised that no matter how hard i tried, i could never find a better version of you.
you're the best version, the finished product of god himself. you're a creation he'd be most proud of, so athletic and smart yet handsome and charming. most only had one or two of those traits, but you have all of them. it's no wonder girls love to cling onto you and your group.
you still get it that i want
you were pouring out your love, i could never get enough
now i'm dealing with these boys
when i really need a man who can do it like i can
okay, maybe i am a bit too picky. but that's not my fault, because i'm used to you pampering me with love for days on end. these boys, these kids — they don't know anything about loving someone. all they think is that if you shower us with gifts, we're happy. which is true, we are happy — but where's the 'i love you's and romantic dates, need i mention the cuddling in bed and gazing at the stars? or simply just admiring each other because you can't believe you're so lucky to have one another?
to love is not simply for aesthetic purposes nor to show off you're in a relationship. to love is to get a glimpse of heaven presented to you on a silver platter, something not everyone can get and enjoy. to love is to always be there for each other, even if it's a small thing — to love is to feel the highest form of bliss, and it's not to be taken granted of.
they try to romance me
but you got that nasty
and that's what i want
"did that guy seriously try to ask you out when i'm right next to you?" you scoffed as we watched the said male run away with his tail between his legs. i chuckled and hid my mouth with my sweater sleeve. shaking my head, i took my books out of my locker and closed it, feeling my skirt sway from my actions. your talk figure shielded my butt from the male onlookers who stared at my petite figure, drool nearly escaping their mouths.
cringing inwardly to myself, i held my books closer to my chest and walked a bit faster. the girls either stared at me in jealousy or ogled at you, who was behind me. i could feel the jealousy rising in my heart but i chose to ignore it, deciding not to make rash decisions. besides, i know you love me, so what's the point of fighting with them?
so baby, baby
come and save me
don't need those other lovers
when i got my number one
maybe it's because i stared at you a little longer than everyone else, or maybe it's because they know we broke up awhile ago, but everyone knows i still love you. my pupils form hearts whenever i see you, my heart gets running a mile a second whenever we accidentally brush fingertips and i can never find the right words when i'm talking to you.
you're only one person, yet you make me feel like i'm doing a speech in front of a billion people. you're only one person but i feel like hiding in a corner and never coming out. you're only one person but you make me feel happy, you make me feel at ease. why must you make my heart suffer like this? i feel like tantalus, unable to get anything. even if i lean down to take a sip of water to quench my thirst, it all disappears quicker than my dry lips can touch it and if i try to get a fruit, it grows too high for my arms.
you're out of my league but in it at the same time, but i don't understand. my mind just can't comprehend.
last night i lay in bed so blue
'cause i realised the truth, they can't love me like you
i tried to find somebody new
baby they ain't got a clue, can't love me like you
"what is love to you?" i asked absentmindedly, drawing patterns on your clothed chest. you made a small noise and shuffled a bit, convincing me you were asleep. though, just as i was about to close my eyes, you replied.
"love, to me, is a blessing and curse. a two-in-one package that is given to you on the first day that you're not allowed to refuse or return, but eventually, it grows on you. it becomes apart of you and you can't say anything about it because it doesn't matter. no matter how hard your body tries to reject it, it'll cling on. that feeling on discomfort will stay on until the day you die, but that discomfort can change into comfort if you try hard enough." i looked up at you, admiring the way your eyes gleamed from the sunlight and the way your dimple peeped out whenever you smiled. your arms held me close, wrapped around my tiny body tightly, afraid to let me go.
and let's be honest, i was afraid to let you go too. my arms matched onto your neck and my legs wrapped around your waist, allowing my head to lay on your chest to listen to your heartbeat. loving you is the best decision i could ever make.
l-o-v-e, love the way you give it to me
when you're with me, boy i want it everyday
l-o-v-e, love the way you give it to me
when you're with me, boy i want it everyday
your hand in mine is what i crave the most. my head on your chest is what makes me happy and the sound of your heartbeat is as lullaby that makes me fall asleep. the way you sing soft songs to assure that i can fall asleep is what makes you all the more loveable, and any girl or guy would be lucky to have you. truly, you deserve to be cherished.
last night i lay in bed so blue (love the way you give it to me)
cause i realised the truth (boy i want it everyday)
i tried to find somebody new (l-o-v-e, love the way you give it to me)
baby they ain't got a clue, can't love me like you (l-o-v-e)
i decided that tonight would be the last night i'd cry about you. not because i was getting over you, but because i'm determined to make you mine again. your love is one of a a kind and i crave more of it, and it feels like the oxygen i breathe in. i don't think i'd be able to live without it. and honestly, screw the universities i wanted to go to. i want to be with you. there are plenty of other prestigious universities around the world i can enrol in, like there are many fishes in the sea. so tomorrow, i'll ask.
and so i did, the next day. we broke up on good terms, we had no reason to hate each other. watching your eyes stare intensely into mine, i realised you felt the same. you told me you tried to find someone new, but you couldn't because no one fit your standards. i told you the same and we hugged and kissed, officiating our relationship again. this time, though, i won't let go of you.
because i've finally realised no one can love me like you.