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hate
she hated him. she hated everything about him.
a/n: i don't even.
It was snowing. The clouds hovered depressingly over the skies, there would be no end to this storm. Her chocolate brown eyes stared at the skies above her, whispering a little prayer, she continued on her trek. Bundling herself in her scarves and little trinkets, the female continued to stare at the sky with amusement. Her feet started to drag against the streets, not wanting to go to the place she had to be. It was like that for her.
"Yoona," his voice melted her. Looking up, she noticed the man towering over her, his head tilted just to look down at her. There was an awkward silence as she stood there, staring at the man and glancing at the snow. "You can't avoid me, you know that, right?" There was an eerie silence now, shoot. His eyes glared into her soul with a slight smirk on his face. Little pieces of white snow dust began to cover his hair. It was still snowing.
"Maybe tomorrow," she muttered irrelevantly. Another glazed over look, he shook his head and the white dust began to splatter on her. A laugh came out of her pretty little mouth and for a moment, things were were normal. Well, Yoona was Yoona for that little speck of time. "I wish it would snow like this forever," she added. She didn't notice the man sliding his hand into hers, or their fingers intertwining, or the way he blew hot breath onto the side of her cheek. She never really noticed anything.
"I wish it did too," he whispered. He squeezed her hand and she flinched in pain. Her fingers were cold, her feet were frozen and her scarf wasn't doing anything for her. Her hands were redder than ever. Her lips were frozen shut, her hands were barely warming up by his touch. Barely.
They weren't always like this. They used to be friends, they used to be close, they used to be like brother and sister. Until he kissed her that one summer night, that one night where he got too drunk to remember what happened, that one night where he forced her lips onto his, forced her to give him tongue, forced her arms around his waist, he forced her. Now, they were strangers. Strangers with memories. He was a horrible person, he realized it. That night he didn't notice the cut on her arm that started to bleed on his white shirt, or the pain in her eyes as he kissed her passionately, or the multiple scars on her bare arms as he took off her jacket. He just remembered that he was in love with the most beautiful girl, the girl with the happy demeanor and the sweetest smile.
In the summer, the sun may have been out and shining, they were nothing like that. In the midst of sunshine and warm nights, she was crying. She didn't have a friend to turn on, he ignored her for others, her almost brother wasn't there for her anymore. Which is why she hated summer. He forgot about her during the summertime.
That's why she loved the coldest nights of winter. That's why she loved walking in the blistering snow, she loved holding hands with someone in the cold, it warmed her soul. But not with him. Never with him, she hated him. No matter how much she loved him, she hated his guts. She hated him because he reminded her of the summer time and she hated the summer. The deer-eyed female winced again in pain as he brushed his hand against her scarred arms. The touch was so cold, so soft, but she didn't like it, didn't like it at all.
"Are you waiting for Donghae?" he asked. His warm brown eyes burned her soul, staring at the ground, she shook her head. Though she may have missed his touch, she didn't like him holding her hand. His rough hands tipped her chin up so she could face him. To meet him on his eye level, she disliked it. "Is he busy? Who's picking you up?" he asked. A flurry of questions after another, it was like she was being interrogated. Was it really his business what she was up to? His brows furrowed together and he started to look concerned.
"Did he kick you out?" he continued to ask. Another heartless laugh came out of her mouth. There was something off about his question. Why would anyone kick someone like her out? She wasn't causing chaos in her apartment, she wasn't screaming at her significant other for everyone to hear like her neighbor. He smirked a little, "Of course he wouldn't. He loves you too much."
Love, she hated that word. Especially when he uttered the word. She hated love, she hated summer, she hated being forced to make out with someone, she hated him the most. Her emotionless face lit up with anger. The towering man only adjusted his tie as they stood in front of her apartment. Everyone enjoyed the idea of being in love. Everyone wanted to find that person. Everyone loved someone. She didn't, she hated herself. She liked people, but never could she find herself to love someone.
"It's cold. Would you like me to make you some hot chocolate?" he asked. His apartment was roomier than hers, it was wealthier than hers, and it was prettier than hers. She wasn't sure why he forced her into his room, 8C. Her room was 8F, same level, but farther away.
Her eyes were focused on the snow that sprinkled the world outside. The snow was so beautiful, it was the prettiest thing in her life. A grunt from her neighbor made her turn her attention. Carrying two mugs of hot chocolate, he gave handed one to her.
Sipping even the little bits of it made her tongue burn. She pouted, another smile appeared on the snarky young male. His callused fingers ran through her auburn curls, they were red and cold when they touched her skin. His hand must have been cold from that walk.
"We'll have to talk about it sooner or later," he said.
The flashbacks started to play in her mind. That summer day in Tiffany's beach house. The day where they bought all their friends while Yoona sat on the swing. Staring at the sunset, alone. The others were blaring music, making out on the couches, tops were off, everything was off. She winced at the memory.
His hand started to make their way to her back, comforting her. He was like that too at the party. He sat next to her on the swing, his fingers comforting her. They were silent for awhile as the sun went down, the colors of orange, red and pink started to turn purple and black.
Her skin was starting to turn scarlet with every minute that passed. He sat there, eyes looking straight at the sky, the stars were beginning to come out. The people inside started to become louder and he pulled her close. Drops of blood dripped onto his shirt.
"Let's stay like this forever," he slurred. Her lips were about to utter something, but he kissed her instead. She hated the taste of his chapstick against her lips, or his tongue wanting access to her mouth. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
She glared at the man rubbing her back and slammed her mug of hot chocolate onto the table in front of her.
"You're right, Changmin. I hate you, isn't that enough for you?" she asked, her tone getting dangerously scarier. A tense silence and she could feel herself itching those scars that were fading away. "There's a reason why I distanced myself from you, you had a girlfriend and I was broken," she added, she clenched her fists. Her eyes were on the verge of tears, in no time she'd be dead.
"Yoona!" Her eyes sparkled a little as a voice called her name, her frown flipped upside and a small smile appeared instead. The cold woman morphed into a child of warmth. She jumped up from her seat, grabbed her coat and took another sip of hot chocolate.
He frowned. Only one person made her fake a smile like that. Only one made her warm as the hot chocolate. The male looked at the man standing in the doorway, his head leaning against his arm, a small childish smile on his face, it was him.
"Yunho told me you were over here," he added.
Donghae. She only loved him, only him. The childish young man invited himself in. There was a reason why Changmin really disliked Donghae. He was the only one that could make this girl happy nowadays.
"I made dinner, I knew you'd be hungry," he stated calmly, running his fingers through her auburn locks like Changmin would do. Looking into her eyes, comforting her that tomorrow would be a better day. "Ready to go?" he continued.
Yoona nodded her head gleefully, their hands intertwined. And with another forced smile, Donghae took his happiness away. He always won, even if he didn't mean to. Changmin could only blame himself. Donghae saw past her facade, her persona, those red scars on her arms, he made her happy, she deserved happiness.
(Though Donghae really hated Yoona, there were more scars than ever before. Yoona hated anything that involved Donghae or the human race. He wanted Yoona to be dead and Yoona wanted Donghae gone, but no one really knew that. No one really cared.)
Changmin heard her screams. He heard the wretched words that Donghae spatted at her. He thought she was happy with a guy like him, but he was worse than Changmin. The purple and black bruises appeared on her face, her pretty face was distorted by tears and fake smiles.
"Why don't you fucking get out?!" he heard him yell. Yoona could only nod and run out of the apartment with a fake smile like always. "Never come back," he declared.
"Yoona," Changmin stated. Her smile faltered, her tears were beginning to fall. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she cried into his arms. "It'll be okay." She hated him. She really hated him. She hated everything to do with him.
His touch burnt her, his whispers sent shivers down her spine, his smiles made her heart skip a beat. And she hated it.
she hated him. she hated everything about him.
a/n: i don't even.
It was snowing. The clouds hovered depressingly over the skies, there would be no end to this storm. Her chocolate brown eyes stared at the skies above her, whispering a little prayer, she continued on her trek. Bundling herself in her scarves and little trinkets, the female continued to stare at the sky with amusement. Her feet started to drag against the streets, not wanting to go to the place she had to be. It was like that for her.
"Yoona," his voice melted her. Looking up, she noticed the man towering over her, his head tilted just to look down at her. There was an awkward silence as she stood there, staring at the man and glancing at the snow. "You can't avoid me, you know that, right?" There was an eerie silence now, shoot. His eyes glared into her soul with a slight smirk on his face. Little pieces of white snow dust began to cover his hair. It was still snowing.
"Maybe tomorrow," she muttered irrelevantly. Another glazed over look, he shook his head and the white dust began to splatter on her. A laugh came out of her pretty little mouth and for a moment, things were were normal. Well, Yoona was Yoona for that little speck of time. "I wish it would snow like this forever," she added. She didn't notice the man sliding his hand into hers, or their fingers intertwining, or the way he blew hot breath onto the side of her cheek. She never really noticed anything.
"I wish it did too," he whispered. He squeezed her hand and she flinched in pain. Her fingers were cold, her feet were frozen and her scarf wasn't doing anything for her. Her hands were redder than ever. Her lips were frozen shut, her hands were barely warming up by his touch. Barely.
They weren't always like this. They used to be friends, they used to be close, they used to be like brother and sister. Until he kissed her that one summer night, that one night where he got too drunk to remember what happened, that one night where he forced her lips onto his, forced her to give him tongue, forced her arms around his waist, he forced her. Now, they were strangers. Strangers with memories. He was a horrible person, he realized it. That night he didn't notice the cut on her arm that started to bleed on his white shirt, or the pain in her eyes as he kissed her passionately, or the multiple scars on her bare arms as he took off her jacket. He just remembered that he was in love with the most beautiful girl, the girl with the happy demeanor and the sweetest smile.
In the summer, the sun may have been out and shining, they were nothing like that. In the midst of sunshine and warm nights, she was crying. She didn't have a friend to turn on, he ignored her for others, her almost brother wasn't there for her anymore. Which is why she hated summer. He forgot about her during the summertime.
That's why she loved the coldest nights of winter. That's why she loved walking in the blistering snow, she loved holding hands with someone in the cold, it warmed her soul. But not with him. Never with him, she hated him. No matter how much she loved him, she hated his guts. She hated him because he reminded her of the summer time and she hated the summer. The deer-eyed female winced again in pain as he brushed his hand against her scarred arms. The touch was so cold, so soft, but she didn't like it, didn't like it at all.
"Are you waiting for Donghae?" he asked. His warm brown eyes burned her soul, staring at the ground, she shook her head. Though she may have missed his touch, she didn't like him holding her hand. His rough hands tipped her chin up so she could face him. To meet him on his eye level, she disliked it. "Is he busy? Who's picking you up?" he asked. A flurry of questions after another, it was like she was being interrogated. Was it really his business what she was up to? His brows furrowed together and he started to look concerned.
"Did he kick you out?" he continued to ask. Another heartless laugh came out of her mouth. There was something off about his question. Why would anyone kick someone like her out? She wasn't causing chaos in her apartment, she wasn't screaming at her significant other for everyone to hear like her neighbor. He smirked a little, "Of course he wouldn't. He loves you too much."
Love, she hated that word. Especially when he uttered the word. She hated love, she hated summer, she hated being forced to make out with someone, she hated him the most. Her emotionless face lit up with anger. The towering man only adjusted his tie as they stood in front of her apartment. Everyone enjoyed the idea of being in love. Everyone wanted to find that person. Everyone loved someone. She didn't, she hated herself. She liked people, but never could she find herself to love someone.
"It's cold. Would you like me to make you some hot chocolate?" he asked. His apartment was roomier than hers, it was wealthier than hers, and it was prettier than hers. She wasn't sure why he forced her into his room, 8C. Her room was 8F, same level, but farther away.
Her eyes were focused on the snow that sprinkled the world outside. The snow was so beautiful, it was the prettiest thing in her life. A grunt from her neighbor made her turn her attention. Carrying two mugs of hot chocolate, he gave handed one to her.
Sipping even the little bits of it made her tongue burn. She pouted, another smile appeared on the snarky young male. His callused fingers ran through her auburn curls, they were red and cold when they touched her skin. His hand must have been cold from that walk.
"We'll have to talk about it sooner or later," he said.
The flashbacks started to play in her mind. That summer day in Tiffany's beach house. The day where they bought all their friends while Yoona sat on the swing. Staring at the sunset, alone. The others were blaring music, making out on the couches, tops were off, everything was off. She winced at the memory.
His hand started to make their way to her back, comforting her. He was like that too at the party. He sat next to her on the swing, his fingers comforting her. They were silent for awhile as the sun went down, the colors of orange, red and pink started to turn purple and black.
Her skin was starting to turn scarlet with every minute that passed. He sat there, eyes looking straight at the sky, the stars were beginning to come out. The people inside started to become louder and he pulled her close. Drops of blood dripped onto his shirt.
"Let's stay like this forever," he slurred. Her lips were about to utter something, but he kissed her instead. She hated the taste of his chapstick against her lips, or his tongue wanting access to her mouth. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
She glared at the man rubbing her back and slammed her mug of hot chocolate onto the table in front of her.
"You're right, Changmin. I hate you, isn't that enough for you?" she asked, her tone getting dangerously scarier. A tense silence and she could feel herself itching those scars that were fading away. "There's a reason why I distanced myself from you, you had a girlfriend and I was broken," she added, she clenched her fists. Her eyes were on the verge of tears, in no time she'd be dead.
"Yoona!" Her eyes sparkled a little as a voice called her name, her frown flipped upside and a small smile appeared instead. The cold woman morphed into a child of warmth. She jumped up from her seat, grabbed her coat and took another sip of hot chocolate.
He frowned. Only one person made her fake a smile like that. Only one made her warm as the hot chocolate. The male looked at the man standing in the doorway, his head leaning against his arm, a small childish smile on his face, it was him.
"Yunho told me you were over here," he added.
Donghae. She only loved him, only him. The childish young man invited himself in. There was a reason why Changmin really disliked Donghae. He was the only one that could make this girl happy nowadays.
"I made dinner, I knew you'd be hungry," he stated calmly, running his fingers through her auburn locks like Changmin would do. Looking into her eyes, comforting her that tomorrow would be a better day. "Ready to go?" he continued.
Yoona nodded her head gleefully, their hands intertwined. And with another forced smile, Donghae took his happiness away. He always won, even if he didn't mean to. Changmin could only blame himself. Donghae saw past her facade, her persona, those red scars on her arms, he made her happy, she deserved happiness.
(Though Donghae really hated Yoona, there were more scars than ever before. Yoona hated anything that involved Donghae or the human race. He wanted Yoona to be dead and Yoona wanted Donghae gone, but no one really knew that. No one really cared.)
Changmin heard her screams. He heard the wretched words that Donghae spatted at her. He thought she was happy with a guy like him, but he was worse than Changmin. The purple and black bruises appeared on her face, her pretty face was distorted by tears and fake smiles.
"Why don't you fucking get out?!" he heard him yell. Yoona could only nod and run out of the apartment with a fake smile like always. "Never come back," he declared.
"Yoona," Changmin stated. Her smile faltered, her tears were beginning to fall. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she cried into his arms. "It'll be okay." She hated him. She really hated him. She hated everything to do with him.
His touch burnt her, his whispers sent shivers down her spine, his smiles made her heart skip a beat. And she hated it.