[Fanfic] Third Person
Title: Third Person
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, AU
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Donghae/Sungmin
Word Count: 558
Summary: I know him inside out, he's my other half, he's my best friend..
A/N: my bb peaches_n_kream , I tried, I hope this isn't too bad. ILU and we need to catch up!!
To everyone else, I am the third person. But to me, he means nothing more than my other half, the one that knows me inside out, the one that knows me better than myself. There is nothing more.
Since we were young, we were best friends, we grew up playing together. Donghae and I would play together almost every day, rain or shine, day after day. We’d still meet up and play basketball no matter how busy school got, we usually made time for one another, even if it was only once a week or less. Then he stopped coming entirely, and that was when I realized he had a girlfriend.
Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, but we’ve been in the same class every year in high school, and during class, we always worked well together. Perhaps it was the fact that we grew up together, we knew what the other was thinking, and his girlfriend began getting jealous.
“Explaining means you’re hiding something,” she pulled me aside one day, “Sungmin, don’t be a slut and steal other people’s boyfriend. He’s not gay, so back the fuck off.”
I never meant to steal him, I was never in the running to begin with. The point is, have I ever even liked him? He’s my other half, my best friend, he’s my Donghae.
That afternoon, Donghae came to our basketball court with the ball resting idly between his arms.
“We broke up,” Donghae stated simply, his voice light and wispy.
“Why?” I looked at him, concerned. I thought I knew the answer.
“Catch.” He threw the ball at me and never answered my question.
Everyone in our class treated me as the enemy, everyone thought I was the reason why they broke up. Donghae never said anything about it, I never retaliated because explaining myself would only make me look worse.
A month passed, and he stopped going to our basketball court again. I knew why, and some part inside my heart stung, seeing their linked hands during lunch, the romantic shadows always trailing them after school. I miss the time we spent together, even if it was just a casual half hour of basketball, or a quick movie at his place, or a stop by the local mall for a quick snack.
Mom asked me why I don’t go to play basketball anymore, and I told her that school was busy. She also asked why hasn’t Donghae dropped by recently to say hi, I told her that he was busy with other activities in school.
I was never good at speaking what’s on my mind.
The end of the year was approaching, I began going back to our court, sometimes with my books to study, sometimes just to feel the summer breeze, sometimes just reminisce my childhood memories. Everything just felt right there.
He was waiting there on a Sunday, his jacket on his shoulder, with a ball by his feet.
“Why are you here?” Donghae didn’t answer me, and I pressed forward because I needed to know. “You guys broke up?”
“Catch.” Donghae smiled at me and threw the ball at me. I dropped my bag and caught it, looking up at him hesitantly.
He didn’t give me an answer, and I dribbled the ball towards him. I never needed an answer all along.