If it’s always second guessing with you - I’d rather not.
Title: If it's always second-guessing with you - I'd rather not.
Genre: General
Rating: G
Pairing: Super Junior: Kyuhyun and Girls' Generation: Sooyoung
Summary:
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You grab a hold of her hand, but you’ve got a hold on my heart.
Maybe if things were different -
If we shared the same schedule.
If we shared the same inside jokes.
If we were given a chance.
Maybe I’d have your hands and your heart.
But that’s it - there was never a chance.
Maybe there was, but I was busy calculating my every move with you to even notice.
Maybe that was the problem - it’s always second-guessing with you.
(It’s never an impulsive, “Hello oppa!” but a meek, “Hello.”
t’ll take me 5 minutes before I can compose a reply to a simple “You girls did great today!”)
I had to be careful of my feelings because if I wasn’t, things would get complicated.
If I wasn’t careful, I would have expectations.
Expectations are expensive - and I don’t have that much of a luxury.
But then again -
No matter how much I try, you won’t know (or you could at least pretend not to).
I tend to prod and prod but never really poke.
When I loudly laugh and do things for you, just thank me with a crinkle in your eyes.
Because I'm a careful second-guesser.
(I do wonder if you know everytime you look at me.)
Just when I was about to stop second-guessing,
just when I was about to stop being careful,
just when I was about to become impulsive,
you grab a hold of her hand.
It’s a hard scene to watch, and It makes me sick to my stomach.
(Those hands should have been my hands.
That smile should have been mine.)
Just when a melodious greeting was fighting to come out,
(A well-practiced "Hello~ Kyu oppa~"
And maybe something along the lines of... I like you.
A lot.)
I hesitate.
I’d rather not.
Genre: General
Rating: G
Pairing: Super Junior: Kyuhyun and Girls' Generation: Sooyoung
Summary:
*
You grab a hold of her hand, but you’ve got a hold on my heart.
Maybe if things were different -
If we shared the same schedule.
If we shared the same inside jokes.
If we were given a chance.
Maybe I’d have your hands and your heart.
But that’s it - there was never a chance.
Maybe there was, but I was busy calculating my every move with you to even notice.
Maybe that was the problem - it’s always second-guessing with you.
(It’s never an impulsive, “Hello oppa!” but a meek, “Hello.”
t’ll take me 5 minutes before I can compose a reply to a simple “You girls did great today!”)
I had to be careful of my feelings because if I wasn’t, things would get complicated.
If I wasn’t careful, I would have expectations.
Expectations are expensive - and I don’t have that much of a luxury.
But then again -
No matter how much I try, you won’t know (or you could at least pretend not to).
I tend to prod and prod but never really poke.
When I loudly laugh and do things for you, just thank me with a crinkle in your eyes.
Because I'm a careful second-guesser.
(I do wonder if you know everytime you look at me.)
Just when I was about to stop second-guessing,
just when I was about to stop being careful,
just when I was about to become impulsive,
you grab a hold of her hand.
It’s a hard scene to watch, and It makes me sick to my stomach.
(Those hands should have been my hands.
That smile should have been mine.)
Just when a melodious greeting was fighting to come out,
(A well-practiced "Hello~ Kyu oppa~"
And maybe something along the lines of... I like you.
A lot.)
I hesitate.
I’d rather not.