Wen Junhui
❝ I want to hate you.
But we all know I'd be lying to myself. ❞
"Junhui." Minghao said over the phone. "Let's meet up at the cafe on seventeen street."
"Okay!" Junhui said as cheery as he could. He ended the call.
Junhui groaned and rubbed his eyes. The boy had cried himself to sleep because of a certain Chinese boy.
He got up from his bed and went to the bathroom. He shuddered at how his eyes looked dead and how dark his eye bags were.
He sighed to himself and started applying some makeup to himself.
'Maybe that's why Minghao doesn't like me. I'm girly and like to use makeup.' Junhui thought to himself.
He put down his eyeliner and sighed again.
"Looks like I'm going to have to go natural." Junhui muttered.
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"Hi Minghao!" Junhui waved as he entered the cafe.
Minghao smiled but Junhui knew it was a fake smile.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" Junhui asks.
"Well... About you liking me," He looks at his hands.
"I just don't think of you like that. I'm sorry." He says whilst looking at Junhui in the eyes.
Something in Junhui's body tingles after he said that and he frowns . He wants to know why. Why doesn't Minghao like him back?
"Why?" He says.
Minghao hesitates. "Because... Because you're just not aesthetic enough, okay?"
Junhui nods and looks down. "I see. You've been telling me that you don't like me, over and over. I'm sorry. I get it."
Junhui smiles and looks up. "So from now on, I won't disturb you with my feelings."
It hurts him to say this.
But it hurts him even more after hearing Minghao whisper "thank you" afterwards.
- Rest in peace, Kim Jonghyun. My heart aches for you. You were only 27 and suffering without us knowing -