#he cuts and runs from relationships early to avoid being left. he can't handle rejection. haku is kind of the reverse.

[chilly-me-softly]

Hii! Can I ask a angsty Kylian Mbappe imagine? He's been trying to get you to give him a chance but you're too scared to be in the public eye so you keep rejecting. Even though you're not even going out, fans are already attacking you for even being around him so you start to avoid him altogether. One day you explode at Kylian when he keeps making an effort and yell some hurtful words at him but also give in and admit why you're terrified. The ending is up to you really. Thanks

You have had a strange feeling in your chest since you left home that morning, you can't quite explain what it is. Maybe it's anxiety about the errand you have to run, you tell yourself to calm yourself down. But not even when you get home in the early afternoon that feeling has disappeared. It is always there in the centre of your chest, heavy and ever present.

You don't want to think about it and look for something to do to entertain yourself. The TV doesn't show anything interesting; the phone no, you already know what you're gonna find on it. You wash the dishes and think that reading might be good for you, but you run your fingers over the titles you have to read and none of them catch your eye. You puff then, trying to figure out if it's one of those days where you just have to fight boredom until bedtime or what. But then the door rings and that feeling in your chest throbs stronger, maybe it's who you think it is.

When you open it and find Kylian standing at the door, you want to scold the you of a couple of years ago for not opting for one of those camera systems that allow you to spy on who's in front of the house first.

"Hi" you say tentatively, you can't even hold his gaze. You know you're doing it wrong, but you can't help yourself.

You've always been used to not talking to others when you have situations that upset you, to cope on your own. You have to deal with everything yourself, but at the same time you start to shut down and distance yourself from others because... well, you can't handle things. You need help, but you're too stubborn and proud to admit that you too break down sometimes and need someone to be there for you.

And that's exactly what you were doing with Kylian. In your mind it was better that way, even if you didn't hide the fact that sometimes you missed his hugs and attention. His company was something special. And he had tried to take your relationship to the next step, only you always tried to keep things the way they were.

The truth is that you are too afraid, you don't believe that as you are you can cope with his lifestyle. You're not perfect at all, you have scary dark circles under your eyes and you're practically nobody. You're not a model, you're not photogenic, you don't know how to put on make-up and you don't even like doing it. You're afraid of people's judgement, no matter how much you claim otherwise, knowing that you always have to look your best and that anyone can say anything without consequences has already taken a lot out of your mental health. And now you're just a girl, if you were his girl you think you wouldn't be able to survive. You wouldn't live Kylian with the serenity he deserves. And you don't want to do that to him; sooner or later with the umpteenth rejection he will understand it too.

But then you had started to avoid him, people online had shown you no mercy. Every day you found dozens of messages with different words but with the same meaning, words that hurt someone who also weighed punctuation marks. For you, words have meaning and many people waste them like that without thinking about who they are meant for.

You hadn't been seen together, you weren't together, so you couldn't understand why suddenly everyone was bothering to tell you that you weren't good enough for Kylian; pointing out all the insecurities you were fully aware of. And in order to end that story you had to cut it off from the roots.

Only he couldn't get over it either, your excuse a bit pathetic when you think back on it now. For days he'd filled you with calls and texts that almost made you give in each time. You could feel his disappointment, his anger at times, his non-resignation. But it was better that way, you told yourself, for him and for everyone.

But he was there now, you should have known that his sudden silence had an entirely different purpose.

"Hi? You've been ignoring me for days after that text and hi is the only thing you can say to me?" you let your gaze fly all over the place outside of his person as your hand on the door slides down your side and you sigh. He takes a step forward as he enters forcing you to take a couple of steps back and once he's closed the door behind him, you turn your back to him to walk towards the living room.

"(y/n)" he calls you back but you keep walking trying to gain the mental strength to have some kind of conversation with him without bursting into tears.

"(y/n)" you feel him pull you by the arm, a slight pressure but at the same time his presence is felt loud and clear. "Please talk to me"

"There is nothing to talk about Kylian. This is the way it is, as I texted you"

"If you had the courage to look me in the face I'd have a better chance of believing that"

"You never give up Kylian?" you turn suddenly, your eyes not focusing on his figure, your voice cold as ice, "you need everyone at your feet when you say so don't you? The great football promise with the perfect life who always gets everything right doesn't accept to have this stain on his resume-"

"You're being unfair" he tries to argue back and probably if you were you at that moment you'd even be able to read how hurt he was, as his shoulders slump and his tone of voice loses confidence.

"I'm not! You have everything in life, you have everything you could have ever wanted. Accept that other people can't live your life, accept that they're afraid of other people's stares, their judgments, and that no matter how much they love you the pressure is too much to do this every day of your entire life and fuck off"

Silence falls across the room, all you can hear is your laboured breathing as your chest rises and falls quickly as if you have now regained air after minutes of apnoea. Kylian looks at you motionless trying to take in everything that has happened and... laughs.

"Why are you laughing? I'm serious"

"Sorry, you're... funny" he retorts making you raise an eyebrow crossing your arms over your chest.

"You know that's what I like about you, that you're real" he takes a step towards you as you stay where you are looking at him alarmed.

"Kylian" you admonish him hoping he'll stop, but the boy keeps moving forward.

"-although your manner is not very healthy you have to admit it" he is in front of you now and you have to look up slightly to look at him, "but don't think I'm going to walk away from you because of what you said to me. It's not by hurting me that I'll stop trying"

"I'm sorry" you whisper so as not to break that mood as his tone of voice has lowered towards the end as well.

"We could have talked long ago"

"You don't deserve this. You don't deserve to be after someone who will only bring you trouble"

"Let me decide what I want to do with my life, (y/n) you are special. And it hurts me that you don't realise that"

"Kylian"

"(y/n)" he lifts your head back up pressing under your chin to make eye contact, "I don't want to lose you"

Part 2

#thank you anon #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe blurb #kylian mbappe one shot #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe imagines #football imagine #football imagines

[loveoaths]

lenore is hakucore. beautiful, charming, diplomatic, peaceful, but not weak. do not for a second think they’re weak. that will be your first & last mistake.

this video leaves out her best lines, but i’ve added them here because they are undoubtedly hakucore: “I am a diplomat. I make peace and because of that, people think I'm soft. People think I'm weak. You won't make that mistake again, will you?"

there is a mile of difference between i am not a monster to i am capable of monstrous things but choose not to. kindness is a choice haku likes to make but is not bound by. they are capable of vindictiveness & so much more. haku, at their worst, is a mixture of lenore & isaac. charming, dedicated darkly, manipulative, vengeful, unforgiving, possessed by a one-track mind.

#haku is my favorite muse of all time because they contain MULTITUDES #and it's fun playing them right after playing jack because? #jack is VISIBLY a dick. he's blatantly evil. says so. spouts it from the rooftops. he SECRETLY wants love and friendship and kisses #he won't stop being evil though. but. it's his Burgeoning capacity for Softness that fucking embarrasses him. he wants to squash it #he cuts and runs from relationships early to avoid being left. he can't handle rejection. haku is kind of the reverse. #externally haku is sweet and very well liked! and they are genuinely kind and loving. big; good; well-meaning heart. just. a fuckin angel. #but. BUT. haku has done terrible things and will do worse. haku has darkness in them; more than they care to admit. it's EASY being cruel. #that's their shame: they're good at being bad. so fucking good at it. their body; their mind; all geared toward being and creating terror #but their heart! says no! it says 'it is better to be loved than nothing at all! and if we cannot be loved we will be useful! we'll PROVIDE #for others and DO THE LOVING!!!! self-sacrificing! that's something jack could nEVER understand in 100000 million years. meanwhile #haku could never imagine the Innately Wild brand of independence jack has? jack feels beholden to nothing and no one????? #jack chooses fear over love? jack chooses himself over EVERYONE ELSE every time???? wow. WOW. i really want to roleplay with myself #i'm not gonna lie....the temptation is real.... #anyway. this is about haku not jack. ahem. #haku just. has so many facets to them and i love every part of them no matter how awful no matter how cruel no matter how ugly or bad #i love them because haku exerts utter choice about who they are going to be. what they want. who they want to give it to. #they don't want to be the monster they feel like they are. when it is unleashed it is unleashed on behalf of others and not themself usually #ugh okay i'm done.....no writing over here only idiot thoughts..... i fucking love these gay vampires #isaac and lenore as haku's Spiritual Avatars? yes. yes. 10000% yes thank you warrenellis you little shit. #❛ HEADCANONS. #oh god someone stop me from making a castlevania blog kjebdkv i already have 5 blogs i can't DO THIS

[corpsedaydream]

point of view

corpse husband x reader

word count: 2.4k

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pov

Growing up, you’d spent so many afternoon and nights in your childhood bedroom scribbling down notes into diaries. Some of it was reality, some of it was fantasy, but all of it was you. Once you were done, you would hide the journals all over your room, they were for your eyes only but your brother use to have a habit of finding them and reading them and teasing you if you happened to write about a boy you had a crush on.

Ironically, when you’d first started talking to Corpse, before he became your boyfriend, your brother had caught you sending him some heart emojis, and even as grown ups, he still teased you about it.

You weren’t surprised that hadn’t changed, but something that did change that did take you by surprise is how that hobby of writing brought you to where you were in your career.

You were on your way to your boyfriends place and in the passenger seat of your car was a CD. In a very early 2000s style, there was writing scribbled onto it done with a black sharpie and the letters read, ‘POV demo’. You could feel nervous butterflies gathering in your stomach as you neared closer and closer to Corpse’s place.

You’d had an incredible past few days. Writing always felt like something for fun, never something that would actually be a career prospect but when your YouTube videos of you sharing your original song ideas started to take off, people started to notice. Someone in particular being Ariana Grande. She’d fallen in love with your writing style and wanted to work with you to create a song for her next album, so of course you graciously and excitedly agreed.

It seemed you and Ariana were in similar phases of your life, both falling in love with someone who seemed so perfect for you. So the song came so easily for you, all you had to do was think of Corpse.

Your car came to a stop out the front of his place and you took in a few deep breaths as you unbuckled your seatbelt and picked up the CD from beside you. You’d written about Corpse before, but never something that was as confessional and honest as this song was.

Will he even like it? You thought to yourself and for a second you contemplated placing the CD under your car to run over it to destroy it. But you wanted him to hear it before it was released to the world. So with one last deep breath you shook your head to try to send the nervous thoughts to the back part of your brain as you exited your car with the disc that had the song on it in hand.

The time between knocking on his front door and him coming to open it had never felt this long before. You were chewing on your bottom lip and your forefinger was picking at the corner of your thumb nail as you anxiously waited. Then when the door opened, you spoke up before Corpse even had a chance to greet you. “I have a surprise for you!” You blurted out as you stepped inside and avoided bumping into him.

Corpse had a humoured yet confused expression as he watched you slip past him, usually you greeted each other with an exchange of touch, but you were barely looking at him right now and seemingly keeping your distance. “What-”

“No, please don’t say anything.” You held your hand up that wasn’t holding the CD as a signal to shoosh your boyfriend. “I have to show you right now before I change my mind.” You were visibly nervous, he could see it so clearly in you right now, so he listened and kept quiet. He wanted you to feel okay, but now you had spiked his curiosity, he had to know what the surprise was. “Can I put a disc in this?” You asked as you walked to a laptop that sat on his coffee table and sat down on the floor to place the CD beside it so you could inspect.

“A disc for what?” He was puzzled by the question.

“Just answer!” You didn’t mean to snap at him, this was supposed to be a good surprise, but god your heart was beating so fast and it felt like it was lodged in your throat. You were about to spill your heart out to him like you never had before and you were terrified of a potential rejection if he thought it was too much. Instead of questioning or arguing or snapping back at you, he neared you instead. Corpse could see your hands shaking a little and you were hunched in on yourself. Usually you were the confident one of the two of you so seeing you in this insecure state was something he wasn’t exactly used to. However, he had seen it before, but only a very few times. As confident and bright as you were, he’d been slowly learning your more deep seeded fears and vulnerabilities, so he was learning how to handle it when you were in a state like this.

“Hey,” He called for your attention as he crouched down beside you his voice ever so calm, one of his hands coming to land on the small of your back and his other grabbed hold of one of your hands. “Look at me.”  Finally, you did. With your bottom lip caught between your teeth you turned your head and found his gaze, your eyes flickered between his, you were still so nervous. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Really?”

“I mean, yeah, I am. I’m just-” You cut yourself off and you broke away from his gaze.

“Just what?”

“Scared.”

At that answer, his hand on your back rounded around you further as he let go of your hand so he could instead shift closer to you again and use that hand to bring it to the side of your face, encouraging you to turn to him again. “Why are you scared?”

“I’ve really just got to show you this.” Was the only answer you could give him without spoiling what the surprise was.

“Do you want to?” How badly he wanted to know what the surprise was, but he wouldn’t push for it if it caused you to be more on edge.

“Yeah.” You answered him and he smiled before leaning in to kiss you.

“Go ahead then, baby.” Corpse told you after you broke apart, his hands falling from you as you scooted forward to be in front of the laptop and he leant back against the couch.

One last time, you looked back at him over your shoulder, you were more in front of him now, but he was still within an arms length. He nodded fervently at you, watching with interest as turned your attention back to the laptop and opened the device and inserted the disc. With a few clicks, the beginning of the song started to play and you dropped your vision to your hands that sat in your lap before the first lyrics were sung.

It's like you got superpowers Turn my minutes into hours You got more than 20-20, babe

Hearing this, Corpse sucked in a quick breath, it was clicking in his mind what the surprise was.

Made of glass the way you see through me

He directed his gaze to the back of your head, how he wished he could see your face right now, but he knew you must have needed to be facing away from him right now to feel okay with doing this.

You know me better than I do Can't seem to keep nothing from you How you touch my soul from the outside? Permeate my ego and my pride

You spent so much time laughing and joking around, you were a very playful person and sometimes, you found it hard to get more serious. Corpse had been one of the only people to be able to see through this, to be able to reach a more exposed part of you. And as he listened to those lyrics, he recounted a time the two of you were wine drunk and and it was one of the first times you’d ever really opened up to him. But then right after, you’d attempted to laugh it off and he stopped you and made you feel okay with not having to seem like you were at 100% all the time, especially with him.

I wanna love me The way that you love me Ooh, for all of my pretty And all of my ugly too I'd love to see me from your point of view I wanna trust me The way that you trust me Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do I'd love to see me from your point of view

The chorus played and Corpse couldn’t help himself, he leant forward slightly to make contact with your elbow. And even though nothing was said, you understood fully what he wanted, because you did too. Your hand left your lap and without turning your head towards him, you reached your arm behind you, he grabbed your hand once more, intertwining your fingers with his.

I'm gеtting used to receiving Still gеtting good at not leaving I'ma love you even though I'm scared

These lyrics caused his hand to squeeze tighter around yours. It was only a few weeks ago the two of you had a pretty big fight, although it was only born out of fear and it ended in tears. When you were apologising, you’d told him you were so happy he was still with you and you’d also opened up to him about how with every past relationship, you never let yourself get in too deep, you always made a run for it before your heart was too in it. But you didn’t want that to happen with Corpse.

Learning to be grateful for myself You love my lips 'cause they say the Things we've always been afraid of I can feel it starting to subside Learning to believe in what is mine

The chorus began to play again and Corpse tugged on your hand.

I wanna love me The way that you love me Ooh, for all of my pretty And all of my ugly too I'd love to see me from your point of view

At first, you didn’t respond, and he really didn’t want to interrupt the song, but he wanted you to be in his arms so badly. “Come here.” He tugged again and this time, you finally moved. Your hands broke apart as you scooted back to sit beside him where he was still leaning against the couch and as soon as you were there, his arms came around you, pulling you in so close.

I wanna trust me The way that you trust me Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do I'd love to see me from your point of view

Your heart was beating so hard and your cheeks were flushed as you nestled your head into his neck.

I couldn't believe it, or see it for myself Know I be impatient, but now I'm out here Falling, falling, frozen, slowly thawing, got me right

His arms were around you so tight and your emotions were running so high. Tears were pooling in your eyes as your hand grabbed ahold of his shirt, the material pulling taut as your hand tightened into a fist over the material.

I won't keep you waiting All my baggage fading, safely And if my eyes deceive me Won't let them stray too far away

Corpse turned his head in order to be able to press his lips against your forehead as the chorus begun to play out one last time.

I wanna love me The way that you love me Ooh, for all of my pretty And all of my ugly too

Just like earlier, one of his hands would come to cup around the side of your face, encouraging you to look at him again. With his aid, you’d move your head out from the hiding spot you’d found in the form of his neck.

I'd love to see me from your point of view

Corpse swiped his thumb across your cheeks upon seeing that a few tears had spilled over the edges of your eyelids, you were still keeping your eyesight down.

I wanna trust me, ooh The way that you trust me, baby

He’d dip his head then, still trying to connect eye contact. You’d glance up and much to your surprise, tears had begun to bubble in Corpse’s eyes too. You’d let out the softest gasp and your hand would lift to grab a hold of his wrist of his hand that was still cradling the side of your face.

'Cause nobody ever loved me like you do

As the songs last lines were playing, the two of you moved your faces closer together to meet for a passionate kiss.

I'd love to see me from your point of view

The both of you poured every emotion you were currently feeling into the physical display of love and adoration. Deepening the kiss, you’d kneel up briefly so you could climb into his lap and sling your arms around his neck and his arm would tighten around you.

When you both parted to catch a breath, you’d have your foreheads resting against one another until you lift your head back up to look at Corpse properly.

“Did you like it?”

He smiled and shook his head in disbelief at your question, how could you not know that the answer already? “I loved it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“It’s everything I’ve always wanted to say to you.” Yet again, you moved your eyes away from his.

He could see that still, you were feeling vulnerable about sharing the song with him. “Baby,” And once again, he was using his hand against the side of your face to coax your eyesight back to his. “It was perfect.” He assured you and he would feel so pleased to finally see a smile appearing on your face. “Should we only communicate in songs now?” He’d joke and he’d feel even more delighted to hear you laugh.

“I love you.” You’d tell him.

“I love you, too.” He’d reply.

“No, like, I really fucking love you.”

“I get it, because I really fucking love you.”

The both of you would laugh again and when it subsided, you shared another kiss.

“Play the song again.”

#corpse #corpse husband #corpse x reader #corpse husband fanfiction #corpse husband imagine #i hope it tags this time :( :( :( #writing #request #mine

[shra-vasti]

KWON SOONYOUNG

Series : To all the boys

Pairing : Kwon Soonyoung x reader

Type : non idol au, ex-couple au

Genre : angst, drama, fluff, romance

Warnings : few curse words

Word count : 1.8k

Synopsis : You decided to write some letters to every boy who was a part of your past as your last message after getting diagnosed with chronical disease.

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It's been exactly a week since you started dating Soonyoung. He was happy when you contacted him the very next day and asked him to meet you.

You were feeling guilty that you broke his heart and the tear stained picture on his face which was on your mind all throughout the night didn't let you sleep.

It was childish, you were aware. You had the right to reject but no one had ever cried for you so you didn't think twice before asking Kihyun for his number.

"You do realize that this is a one sided relationship?" Andie asked as she along with your other friend, Zeny, were hanging out with each other at her house.

"I know." you said softly as you plopped yourself on her bed on your back, your head hanging by the edge of her bed staring at the ceiling.

"You're going to get bored soon." Zeny tagged along, continuing the snack she was eating earlier.

"Actually I'm already bored." you laughed ironically.

Your friends told you what you did is going to end up hurting him but now you regretted not listening to them.

"You shouldn't have agree with him just because you pity him." Andie shook her head at you like she knew this would happen.

"I didn't realize I was pitting him okay? I just felt bad and thought I should do something about him."

"Could have friendzoned him or something."

You huffed feeling frustrated, it was all your fault and you didn't want to overflood yourself with guilt that he probably was thinking about you all the time and here you were thinking about how you regret going out with him.

Soonyoung's a fun guy with a really adorable eye smile. He loved dancing and was serious about it. He always had this habit of messaging you whenever he was going out with his friends or family.

He loved to brag about you, a thing you had come to learn over a few days of span and that only fueled you with more guilt.

You were still young, didn't know much about relationships and love and he was older than you by couple of years but that didn't stop him from showering you with love.

When you look back at the time spent with him, you had never really done anything for him since you still weren't familiar with him.

You knew basics about him but that's it, you didn't know what keeps him up at night, what's the story behind his non favorite ice cream flavor, what kind of a person he is, none of it.

And somehow instead of you feeling ecstatic about knowing more of him you found yourself getting more and more bored.

The sudden notification from your phone put a halt in your conversation, you reached towards your phone to see who was it.

Soonyoung : I'll pick you up in an hour ;-)

"Oh shiii, I forgot I had a date with him."

You instantly replied him with a quick okay and started packing your stuff to go to your house and get ready.

"How can you forget about a date with your own boyfriend?" Andie laughed sipping her drink and shaking her head at you.

"Shut up."

You waved them goodbye and meet you soon and made a run towards your house which was few blocks away from your own.

"If it wasn't for him being excited about the date an hour prior I wouldn't have even realized that we had a date today."

You talked with yourself as you hurriedly walked towards your house, sweating and breathing heavily.

"Gosh this is so tiresome." you cried out feeling more and more irritated. Now you even had to take a shower and get ready and meet him in just 45 minutes.

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"You are looking beautiful today."

You smiled at his compliment, muttering a soft thankyou as you walked side by side with him on the park.

You had a great time with him, he took you to arcade, then you guys went to eat sushi after that you had some dessert, watched a movie and then here you were, at the park.

"Today's weather is great."

You held your hand at your back, appreciating the soft wind blowing on your face and hair.

"It is." he mumbled suddenly getting nervous.

"Why? Is there something wrong?"

You asked laughing at his nervous self, shaking your head.

You wanted to spend sometime with your friends cause you didn't get to hangout with them much since the past week and now that you were here with Soonyoung enjoying the soft breeze, you kind of missed being with them doing crazy things.

You liked the peaceful atmosphere but you felt restricted, that you'll have to show your unseen side to someone you barely knew.

"Nothing just, I wanted to give you this."

You stopped in your track, turning towards him.

"A gift?"

"Yes."

He took a small box from his pocket, eyes glittering with excitement and hope but you didn't feel the same excitement, yes your stomach was churning but not because of happiness, you were dreading.

He took your hands in his gently as you stood there still looking at him in shock. He slipped the ring on your right hand.

"In the far future when we'll be ready, I'll give you a more beautiful and proper ring on your left hand. But for now this is all I can give, a promise ring."

You immediately took your hand back making him confused as you scanned your hand where a new piece of jewellery was adorned.

"Aren't we too young for this? I mean we don't even know each other much."

"But I see a great future ahead. Is it beautiful?"

You couldn't say anything he kept on cutting you off. You nodded your head as you scanned the ring, it was indeed beautiful.

"My sister helped me to choose it."

"Your sister knows about me?"

Your thoughts were running wild just like your heart, he told his sister about you and the ring too.

If you look from outside you could see that you gave zero fvcks about this relationship so since when did he get so ahead of himself?

"Soonyoung, don't you think this is too early? You have to think things through. We're still young."

You saw his face fell at that, he looked down at his feet and his hands found their way inside his jeans pocket.

"You didn't like it?"

"It's not about me not liking it. We don't even know much about each other to take such a huge commitment."

"Such a huge commitment? You're acting like you don't feel for me. Wait, you feel for me right?"

His hands were suddenly on your shoulders, his body pressed against your. You tried to pull away but his grip was tight, completely opposite of the delicate and solemn look on his face.

"Soonyoung-"

"You feel for me right? Isn't that the reason why you agreed with this relationship?"

His voice was hurried looking desperately for an answer in your eyes but all you did was ignore making an eyes contact with him.

"Soonyoung I think we should head home, both of our mind are mess and I don't want you or me to say something which will end into something both of us don't want."

You pushed him away from you slowly, taking in his form for one last time beside you turn your back on him hailing a taxi and leaving him behind in the middle of the park, tears flowing down his face.

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"Kihyun everything is fucked up, I was dating him casually and he's all serious for me, he told his sister about me and gave me a freaking promise ring. I'm still young to get committed and I don't even feel for him at all."

You were currently on a call with Kihyun, as soon as you reached your house you changed your clothes and had your dinner hurriedly before calling him.

You chose to tell him cause he was the one who had decided to bring Soonyoung into your life and he was a common ground between two of you.

"Tell him you don't want this. You will keep on leading him on. You do before it gets out of hand. I'll try my best to handle him."

"Kihyun, you know how I'm right? I really didn't want to hurt him but this is starting to suffocate me."

"I know you babe chill. It's just a relationship, it isn't supposed to be this stressful." he laughed trying to calm your nerves down since he knew you'll not be able to sleep at this rate.

"This isn't funny." you pouted even though he couldn't see you.

"Tell him now or tomorrow but do it as soon as you can."

You talked with him for few more minutes before hanging up the phone. You layed down on your bed cursing at yourself.

You had to do it otherwise it will get out of hand, it was going to hurt him and you only blamed yourself for it. The look on his face after rejection would have been much more preferable than his heartbroken one.

You got up, reaching for your mobile kept on the night stand.

You took a deep breath before opening up his inbox.

You : what are you doing..?

You : are you home yet?

You : I'm sorry about earlier but I want to talk with you...

Sent

You took a deep breath, waiting for his reply. You went inside your bathroom washing your face and doing everything else to avoid the nervousness building up inside you.

Soonyoung : I reached few minutes ago and had dinner. What do you wanna talk about?

Read

This was now or never, you encouraged yourself as you looked at your phone.

You : I think it will be great if we just break up, I dont think this is working anymore. I'm sorry...

Soonyoung : Is this because I gave you the ring? I'm sorry if you think it's too soon, I can wait. Seriously, believe me. But don't do this, don't leave me.

You : I'm sorry Soonyoung, I really don't feel anything for you, I thought the feelings would come after spending time with you but it didn't I'm really sorry, I can't do this. The ring was really beautiful but I felt really guilty I'm sorry. Please don't contact me from now on.

Soonyoung : So is this how it is?

Soonyoung : how could you?

Soonyoung : you seriously hurt me.

You : typing...

Blocked

You closed your eyes when your message couldn't get delivered, he fucking blocked you? You laughed at yourself, you were feeling awful about yourself but you prayed that he'll find someone who will treat him like he deserved, unlike you.

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