Over The Years | YEONJUN X READER

2015.

It was my 15th birthday, I celebrated well with friends and family. We went to a nearby Japanese outlet, and the food was certainly delicious. 

I hadn't seen Yeonjun much this year. It's weird, this was the first birthday of many years without him.

This was also the year where my insecurities began to grow. I had many ugly sides to me, that I realised. I asked myself; was I born with this? Anger and no self-control, sensitivity, selfishness and pride. It wasn't just this year, but parts of my childhood and my teenage years too. My environment, which I now realise the severity of the length of unhealthiness and toxic societal or beauty standards, wasn't helping. 

For the first time, I would get ridiculed in school over my looks, which I had no control of. Overall, my confidence and peace dwindled. 

I would start to prefer audio calls from Yeonjun, or other friends. Fell in my usual good grades because I was distracted. 

I saw him a few days after my birthday though, with a paper gift bag in his hand. 

"Happy birthday Y/N! I'm so sorry for missing your birthday. You must think I've gotten proud, again, Y'know I am not...." and there he babbles, on and on.

Naturally, our friendship wasn't as close as before, though we still remained in good contact with each other.