Title: Teenage Years
Author: nicolaaa2929
Pairing: Jongkey/ 2Min?/maybe future pairings
Genre: Angst/Highschool?
Summary: When you reach your teenage years, things get difficult. Feelings get out of hand, and people get hurt. And for Kim Kibum, they get really frustrating. And for Kim Jonghyun, it's different...or is it? [Sorry I fail at summaries :( ]
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these people, places, or things. They belong to their rightful owners. This is purely for the enjoyment of the audience. :D <3
A/N: It's not BETA-ed so if there's any mistakes i'm sorry D: ;The first chapter will be the actual story plot and stuff I promise :3. I think that this fic will go on for maybe four chapters-ish? But the chapters will probably be long so bear with me please :]. It might be longer if i get inspired. Hope you enjoy! ^^ <3
~Third-person POV~
The teenage years of a person's life.
Filled with so many experiences, challenges, and feelings.
Feelings of hate, humor, sadness, excitement, and so much more.
Yeah, unfortunately that includes love.
First experiences of teenage life.
Like your first kiss, your first real relationship.
Your first taste of love.
But with love comes confusion.
And so does betrayal.
Hiding your identity from the ones you love is hard.
Keeping secrets are hard too.
So is being faithful & honest, huh?
Risking everything just to be with one person.
Reputations, family, beliefs.
Constantly being sneaky so no one would find out,
Find out about us, that is.
Lying to those close to me, just so they wouldn't find out.
Guilt also comes with that.
I promised to my best friend I would never keep anything from him.
That he would never judge me.
Not for anything at all, ever.
But what am I doing?
I'm breaking all my promises.
I'm risking everything, everyone, for you.
Are you doing the same?
I guess i'm just too sensitive.
That I care too much for you.
More than what you do for me.
It's obvious I do so much more for you, than you do for me.
It's not fair.
I'm the one trying to keep this relationship.
You say you don't know how to express yourself.
But you know what I think?
That you just don't care anymore.
About me.
About us.
I'm getting tired of all this.
All this that I put up with.
This is my story.
My so-called "love-life".