I’m not even sure if this picture is legal. But no. No yugyeom no.

“You have changed a lot.”

“What happened to you?”

“Do you like him that much?”

“What’s wrong with you, Y/N?”

Too many questions. People won’t leave you alone. It is obvious that you changed, even if it is just a little bit. But with someone like you, who’s known for their free spirit and independence, people will wonder what happened to you.

Well, He happened to you. He entered your life with no hellos and you find yourself attached without knowing what get into you.

Yugyeom. The boy who rules the dance floor in your school. The one whom everyone finds cool, yet they will not get near him because he is Yugyeon.

Hearing people whispering rumors and many questions, too many questions about you and Yugyeom whenever and wherever you go, you hold your hair with both hands as you groan out of frustration that your hair falls over your face hiding it.

Next, to you, Yugyeom is sitting with the strawberry milk in his hands (Even though he’s a monster on the dance floor, he is an actual baby in real life.) he looks at you with an eyebrow raised, before putting his strawberry milk in the small space between you and him.

“My girl is angry, what’s wrong?” He asks, taking your hands in his as he smiles sweetly at you. At this moment, you almost forget what anger is.

You pout (You never pout. Hell, you hate girls who pout. But you pout) looking at him with puppy eyes (which is worse than the pout) “I hate all the talk going around. People are taking too much.”

Yugyeom reaches out as he pushes your hair strands out of your face and behind your ears. He is always so sweet, it hurts sometimes. Because you think he deserves someone better than you. With him, you lose yourself, lose your confidence and suddenly care about what people s