In the Midst
In the Midst. WonKyu. Angst. Drabble. Rated G.
A/N: Let me write sometimes.
The problem is within me. I do not talk to anybody about it and it's just as hard as not being able to eat for three days. In other words, I get hurt by myself without knowing I hurt myself.
But now I know.
When I knew Ryeowook likes Kyuhyun, I do not feel bad about it. But the option of not telling Ryeowook that we like the same person, it just sucks me in. One day he'd tell me things on how he feel and most of the time I smile like I understand his feelings, when I really understand how he feels, and try to cover another emotion that I might unconsciously blurt out. Emotions that might be brought out whenever it hits me that Kyuhyun likes Ryeowook back.
But what I don't understand, the things between them happens before my eyes that I am beginning to think they are meant to be and not coincidental.
Once, Ryeowook gets his schedule and he gets to share a class with Kyuhyun. And the next day I was informed they get to partner in this research paper. But Ryeowook is shy and Kyuhyun never speaks up about it. And Kyuhyun talks to me so casually that although it feels good, on top of it, it feels very wrong. And I am wronged.
And one afternoon I thought maybe I'd let them be. If things happen for many reasons, or certain ones, so be it. It's quite stupid to blame destiny, if that's how things work, for my unfortunate situation that I can neither be a lover nor a third wheel. I would choose neither of the two anyway.
I smile naturally, again, to the both of them. And I am waiting for the day they officially announce they are dating, so I could be well-moved. But they didn't. They never will. Yet.
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"Something happened!" Ryeowook squealed, passing by me as I was on that sidewalk, that day, alone, drying my umbrella because of the previous rain. I mouthed a Why but he didn't stop by and replied. I insist he text me and I'll proceed on going.
But he didn't have to text me. I thought maybe along the way he met Kyuhyun. And when I came out of the gate, Kyuhyun was there and my assumption was confirmed.
I was thinking the whole time how sad my situation was. And that maybe I don't have to look for ways to actually think of ways to torture myself more. I should stop.
counter added: 03/23/14
A/N: Let me write sometimes.
The problem is within me. I do not talk to anybody about it and it's just as hard as not being able to eat for three days. In other words, I get hurt by myself without knowing I hurt myself.
But now I know.
When I knew Ryeowook likes Kyuhyun, I do not feel bad about it. But the option of not telling Ryeowook that we like the same person, it just sucks me in. One day he'd tell me things on how he feel and most of the time I smile like I understand his feelings, when I really understand how he feels, and try to cover another emotion that I might unconsciously blurt out. Emotions that might be brought out whenever it hits me that Kyuhyun likes Ryeowook back.
But what I don't understand, the things between them happens before my eyes that I am beginning to think they are meant to be and not coincidental.
Once, Ryeowook gets his schedule and he gets to share a class with Kyuhyun. And the next day I was informed they get to partner in this research paper. But Ryeowook is shy and Kyuhyun never speaks up about it. And Kyuhyun talks to me so casually that although it feels good, on top of it, it feels very wrong. And I am wronged.
And one afternoon I thought maybe I'd let them be. If things happen for many reasons, or certain ones, so be it. It's quite stupid to blame destiny, if that's how things work, for my unfortunate situation that I can neither be a lover nor a third wheel. I would choose neither of the two anyway.
I smile naturally, again, to the both of them. And I am waiting for the day they officially announce they are dating, so I could be well-moved. But they didn't. They never will. Yet.
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"Something happened!" Ryeowook squealed, passing by me as I was on that sidewalk, that day, alone, drying my umbrella because of the previous rain. I mouthed a Why but he didn't stop by and replied. I insist he text me and I'll proceed on going.
But he didn't have to text me. I thought maybe along the way he met Kyuhyun. And when I came out of the gate, Kyuhyun was there and my assumption was confirmed.
I was thinking the whole time how sad my situation was. And that maybe I don't have to look for ways to actually think of ways to torture myself more. I should stop.
counter added: 03/23/14