Title: Don't Wanna Try / I Hate You (drabble series)
Author:
bluemonkiesx /
xxdinojuliexx Pairing: GDYB
Genre: angst, semi-fluff.
Length: drabbles, obvsly.
Author's Note: So, the first drabble I did,
Don't Wanna Try from the iTunes fic meme, inspired julie unni to write a counter fic,
I Hate You. and so this is to continue where we left off.
Don't Wanna Try
Author:
bluemonkiesx Word Count: 122
You were tired. Tired of having to force this relationship. Especially when it was so damn obvious that he didn't care anymore.
And so you left. Without any words, you just left one day.
You didn't really expect him to contact you, either. And so, when he showed up on your doorstep later that week, you were surprised.
"Baby, come back. Please, I need you," he begged.
And you couldn't answer him. You knew that if you went back, it'd be exactly the same as before. But...seeing him so helpless, it hurt you.
"Can we give it one more try? Please, I'm begging you," he continued.
You shook your head, and didn't say anything. No, you didn't want to try anymore.
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I Hate You
Author:
xxdinojuliexx Word Count: 140
(original post
here)
You noticed how dark your room was. Darker than usual and you know the reason. It’s not because the light from the sun was covered by the curtains of your window but because that certain light decided not to show anymore. It hurts you. And you hate him for doing so.
“Damn, bastard!,” you cursed, writing uncertain lines and words on your journal almost tearing it apart.
Anger fills your heart. You hate him. Hate him for leaving you. Hate him for not giving you any chance. And hate him more for not coming back. You hate him. You hate Dong Youngbae. Forever.
“I hate you, Dong Youngbae. . .,” you whisper, anger turns to sadness, letting the tears you’ve been holding on for dear life roll down. Staining the words you never noticed you have written. Dong Youngbae, I LOVE YOU.
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Don't Wanna Try pt. 2
Author:
bluemonkiesx Word Count: 134
She didn't sound right. She didn't look right. She didn't feel right. She was wrong, wrong, wrong.
And so, instead of going to dinner with her once again, you decide to drive.
You drive across town in the night as the lights flash by, and all you can think about is his voice, his face, his feel. And how, you don't know how you didn't see it before, he just feels so, so, so right.
And as you pull up to his apartment, and all the lights are turned off, you hope that you weren't too late in your revelation, hope that maybe he still wants you back, hope that he doesn't hate you for leaving with no reason.
Because honestly, you didn't want to try and pretend that you didn't love him still.
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