Dear No One
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He's always watching those couples on the streets, holding hands, smiling gleefully. He watches, in silence. Only wishing that he could one day have someone to hold his hand and smile up (or down - he's short) at him that way. He shakes his head, smiling, laughing inwardly at how pathetic he is.
Be patient, your time will come. He keeps reminding himself. Staring out of the cafe's glass facade, his warm breaths make the glass fog up. He wonders for the millionth time if he'll ever fall in love. He wonders for the millionth time if he's met her yet, perhaps crossed paths, unknowlingly. He wonders, once again, if he'll ever know what it feels like to love, and to be loved back.
He wonders.
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Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual occurrences are purely coincidental. I do not own the characters in this fic (sadly), except for the OCs.
This ff is sort of inspired by Tori Kelly's beautiful song titled Dear No One. Enjoy.
Foreword
"Dear No One", he begins writing. Before tearing the paper to pieces and crumpling it up. He shoots the ball of parchment with a perfect aim into the paper waste bin in the corner of the room.
A sigh escapes his lips as he slumps in his chair. Why am i even thinking so hard about this? He picks the pen up again, rolling his eyes at how cheesy he's about to sound but continues anyway.
"Dear No One,
How have you been? I hope you've been eating well.. okay, I'm kinda new to this so please don't laugh when you read this.. well, if you ever do, that is. You know, I've been thinking about you lately. Where you are, what you're doing. Sometimes I wonder if you're thinking about me too. But that's hardly possible. I'm the only one that could possibly be thinking about someone I haven't even met. Aish, forget it. This just keeps getting lamer. I'll stop.
Bye. Hope to meet you soon.
Your Suga."
He folds the piece of paper and writes a big number "1" on it. Leaning back, he then pulls out a rectangular box from the drawer beneath his desk. The letter is neatly placed inside and the black cardboard box is returned to it's place.
He snickers to himself with a bemused shake to his head. Min Yoongi, you are the first man to be lovesick without even having a lover.
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Warning: This story contains some explicit language. Any chapters with trigger warnings are stated so at the beginning of the chapter.
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A/N: heeeyyyy guuuyyysss. I'm back! lol. My hands were itching. I had to. This is something new I'm trying out let's see how it goes. please leave comments and upvote, subscribe :) very much appreciated. most of all, enjoy reading this! I'll try and update as frequently as possible but no prooomiseesss
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