Unfaithful Love
Description
Relationships were always seen as, “never perfect”.
Well, what do you see in relationships these days?
Surely enough, everyone are just going for the friends for benefits, since another person rather not be committed.
Park Chanyeol is the free spirited and happy virus man, who just always brings joy to his friends. He has a girlfriend whom he’d dated for nearly six years now. She is the love of his life, and she is Kim Mana.
Chanyeol’s friends think he’s insane for being with Mana, when everyone knows how unfaithful she had become. Chanyeol for sure knows that Mana isn’t like that, and will change for the better.
Love is love, and if you love them, nothing should matter, right?
RATEDRAWR PRESENTS: Unfaithful Love
I've had this story in my mind for a while, and decided to update it. Also, I thought that maybe Chanyeol would fit the role, since he matches it. LOL. >_<
Oh yeah, I was also inspired by Rihanna - Unfaithful, since it came across my iPod the other day, while having it on shuffle. :)
Foreword
I sat inside our living room, as I held the white envelope in both of my hands.
“Channie~” I heard her loving voice called out my name from our bedroom. “Yeh?” I answered. “The girls called, and I’m going out with them,” she responded.
I stuck the envelope in my jacket pocket, as I head towards the bedroom. Mana was searching through the closet for an outfit. She then smiled at me, as soon as she had caught me standing by the door.
“Don’t come home so late then,” I told her, as I know it inside that she would anyways. “Mm, I promise that tonight I will be home sooner than before,” Mana replied, as I knew she was lying.
I walked up to her, and hugged her from behind. Sniffing the scent on her, and heaving a sigh, I almost cried. What had happened to us?
“Channie, I have to get ready. The girls are going to be here soon,” Mana told me, and I broke the hug. “Yeah, you should get ready,” I quietly responded, and walked out of the bedroom.
Mana wasn’t the same anymore. She’s changed to be someone new, who lived on the party life.
I stuck my hand inside the jacket pocket, as I scrunched the white envelope inside.
“I still need more time,” I mumbled to myself.
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