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His Side of the Story

“Can’t you be a little sad? ‘It would be nice having you around longer. Your meddling caused me no end of trouble, but I’ll think of you sometimes.’ Can’t you say something like that? Even if it’s just to be polite, you could say it.”

-Enrique Geum, Flower Boy Next Door

*Chapter is now Suho's point of view.

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7:08 P.M

I'm outside the restaurant right now.

Oh look, there she is.

Janna.

Janna.

Janna.

Four years right?

We made it.

I've been with you these past four years.

Will you be with me forever?

Please say yes.

It's in here, this box, if you say yes, I'd ve the happiest man in the whole world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wait is that Luhan?

Why is he running inside?

Is he going to say something to Janna?

Oh I should see this, Luhan is my friend too, he probbably wants to congratulate us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm standing by the door now.

Luhan why are you pulling her up?

Luhan?

Luhan?

Lu...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Luhan?

Why did you kiss her?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Janna?

Please don't hurt your bestfriend .

Don't slap him.

He's my friend too.

Wait.

Janna?

Janna?

Jan...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Janna? Why did you kiss him?

Janna do you love him?

'Why now after all these years? I love you. You crazy pabo' I heard her say.

You love him?

As a friend right?

Then why did you kiss him?

Do you feel sorry for him that you can't return his love?

'Well you fell in love with a pabo for eight years. Isn't it hard?' Luhan said.

She loves him too?

They love each other?

'It is'  she replied 'It was harder for me. I thought I could forget you by loving Joonmyun, turns out I still love you.' So you didn't love me?

'What about Joonmyun now?' Luhan asked. Wow, he still has the guts to say that. 

'He can wait. This can't. We've done our waiting. Eight years of it.' she said

So you really didn't love me?

Four precious years with you?

All gone to waste?

Along with my heart?

Is it all waste?

You could at least lie being sad for me couldn't you?

So it doesn't hurt that much?

So I was used all this time?

Should I feel angry?

Hurt?

Lost?

Betrayed?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At least you two got your happy ending running into the cold streets of Seoul.

Arm in arm.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What about me?

My ending?

Those four happy years- or so I thought, finally ended tonight.

February 21st.

Year 2012.

8:07 P.M.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But the surprising thing is,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

still love you Song Janna.

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jerbie18
#1
Chapter 6: I want that handsome winged guy <3
I love your story author-nim!
I love you <3
jerbie18
#2
Chapter 5: Author-niiiiiiiiiiimmmmm! Waeeeeeeee??
*Cries Pacific Ocean*
jerbie18
#3
Chapter 4: I hate you Author-nim! You always make me cry :''(
Suhoooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!
*Creyyyss Han River*
jerbie18
#4
Ouch author-nim! Tagos sa PUSO HANGGANG KALULUWA! This Sugar Honey Iced Tea hurts so much.
At first I was like Luhan, Nooooooooo!
And then I was like Suhoooooo! Nooooooo!
*sits in corner and cries again, shoving you away*