I don't think... I'm not in love with you
Description
Hyukjae wouldn't say his friendship with Donghae had always remained like it is today, two old geezers gossiping about life (and whether happiness comes with marriage like a buy one get one free deal seen in supermarkets), but definitely at one point in the past Donghae hated his existence. And at one point he realised he loved Donghae. At another point Donghae reciprocated his feelings, but perhaps it was all too late.
I don't think... I'm not in love with you
title; I don't think... I'm not in love with you
length; chaptered
pairing; eunhae
rating; pg
genre; romance, angst, high school!au to current time
a/n; a result of my procrastination from my French learning (over 300 words) due in for Thursday (lol i'm ed aha) I know I have other stories and a lot of one-shots to finish (or start for some) but I don't want to feel like I'm required/forced to do something that used to be fun and a hobby for me, so please don't rush me (because my writing is really bad when I'm forced)
I'm slowly regaining inspiration, don't scare it away
PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARISE/ ASK FOR PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE THANKS
Based loosely on the Taiwanese drama, 'In Time With You'
Poster credits go to ♂ Pure♥Lust ♂ ►ʛraphic&†railer §hop
Foreword
“Am I allowed to wipe your tears?” The elder took a step forward, cutting the distance as his arms automatically reached out. Normally, other people in this situation — being cussed by someone, would not offer to wipe their tears, as it is probably the last thing on their minds. Yet, Hyukjae couldn’t stand the boy’s vulnerability.
“Am I allowed to listen to your heart problems?” He pressed on, inching even closer.
Donghae wasn’t looking at him, and Hyukjae had his side profile to admire; the sad image in front of him is too surreal to exist. Whilst he, himself, supported an equally heartbreaking expression, eyes truthful and worried. His black fringe had turned into short, string-like strands, curling around on his forehead as drops of water slid from his shirt collar to his shoulder, being absorbed by the material.
“Am I allowed to be your friend?” At this point, Donghae turned towards him; eyebrows compressed as a serious look flashed upon his pale face. “I think you’re a great person.” The silence between the two was suffocating, so finding nothing else to say, Hyukjae instead, answered.
“Don’t misunderstand, it’s impossible for me to love you. Definitely and completely impossible.”
Sniffing back more tears and sobs; Donghae held his head high as he replied steadily, voice unwavering and full of sarcasm, “Thank you! I can't be happier.”
The door was finally opened and Donghae went inside, the name Hyukjae wanted to call out was stuck in his throat, and he forcefully swallowed the thick lump. Scratching the back of his ear — a habit of when he knows he’s done something wrong — Hyukjae thudded the back of his head against the wall, eyes closed thinking about the mess he’s made.
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