OTP: wheebyul

PROMPT: “Be with someone you like or someone who likes you?”

Characters: Wheein, Byulyi

A/N to requestee: This has been haunting me ever since I laid eyes upon the comment. I saw “be with someone you like or someone who like you” but what registered in my brain: “If I never asked you to spare my feelings and you’re going to politely lie to my face, all you’re doing is sparing yourself from a truth you cant face” Now, who wants pain for breakfast?

A/N to all: I want to do another pickup line to encourage everyone to comment but I actually have an important announcement. I’ll be leaving soon by soon probably when April hits. I’ll be leaving my wheebyul angst, wheesun angst, and another fic that I havent shared yet but it’s part of a series OT4 wheebyul are the protagonists but not the OTP (sorry wheebyulers). And like... I'll still be around. I'm just not going to be sharing or updating. I just said it here because I think most ppl that read my other works also read this? IDK lmao whoever finds out, finds out. But yes, I’m going back on hiatus soon to prepare for other things in life. This is still going to be open, donchu worry, keep suggesting. I'm writing them all down. Also more info at the bottom A/N btw. Never fear, this is not goodbye, this is hello. My name is ME PLEASE and I use she/her pronouns. So call me, MISS ME PLEASE. (full of , as usual)

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“Wheein-ah…” Byulyi hugs her, bombards her with care– love– empty yet overwhelming.

Disingenuous, but Wheein finds herself hoping.

“Can you stop, unnie, you always do this.” Wheein’s just tired– sick of it even. “Always go home to your roommate, always only show you love your roommate when someone you like isn't liking you back.”

“Wheein-ah–”

“I’m sick of it. Okay? I am tired– I am done– being your safety net.” Wheein’s voice is breaking– tears threatening to fall. “Just because I confessed and love you, doesn’t give you the right to reduce me into someone that always will.”

“Whee–”

“Shut up. I don’t want to be your romantic partner if all I’m going to be doing is teach you love. Teach you the love that the person you love doesn’t give you.” Wheein already stopped looking, lest she will cry– she will concede– get lost– never end it right. “Love isn’t a choice. I wish it was. But it isn’t. You don’t get to choose who you love. So don’t give me any bullting– any empty promise that you’ll choose me.”