ILY
Description
Love is delusional.
"ILY" the text message read. The corners of Kyungsoo's lips pulled up, but contradicting tears began to cloud his vision.
Jongin... I hate you...
After three years, the words "I love you" lost its sincere meaning.
Author's Note: Story inspired while listening to "1-4-3" by Henry Lau. Please subscribe. Upvotes will be greatly appreciated as well as any types of feedbacks!!! Happy reading (lol I'm so lame) ^^
Finally, I got a poster for this story >u< >u< Thank you again lionessheart, your graphics are gorgeous!!
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Foreword
He doesn't even have time for me, am I really his boyfriend?
Does he really even love me? Why is his job more important than me?
Why doesn't he hesitate to answer his phone during our occasional dates?
Can't he at least attempt to look like he'd prefer to spend time with me?
Instead he urgently pulls it out to answer, and leaves me with his mumbles of sorry's.
Can you really be sorry if you keep repeating the same thing?
Why do you do this to me? Why leave me with hopes and silent pleads for your return?
Why? Answer me please, Jongin... Do you really mean "ILY"...?
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