it all started after she snuck her way in between suho, sieun and him.

he truly hated youngyi. she was taking from him what took him long enough to get for himself. his friends.

somehow suho and sieun didn’t see it like that because they didn’t understand, no one did. it even felt humilliating how at some point he became invisible once she started to hang out more with them. she forced her way in where she wasn’t needed. she was one of the bad guys a few days ago and now she’s a friend? that was fucking ridiculous. bomseok thought.

why can’t they try to understand his feelings?

somehow he started to feel hatred towards them, suho and youngyi being the main receivers of it. suho’s actions started to feel more like pity than actual care, and he related everything to the same girl who came and ruined everything. youngyi. it was all her fault.

somehow you managed to get closer to him after that. he still had his walls up, not letting you fully inside, still scared. he has went through so much pain already. he was just protecting himself.

his friends, or former friends, noticed. how beomseok would sneak away from them after a while to meet up with you, someone who never stood up much but were known to have quite the temper. when they saw him act more comfortable, more free around you, that’s when they actually started to see him.

it was too late. beomseok had already found friendship, comfort, affection in someone else. exactly what they were giving to youngyi now, and not him.

at some point, he felt safe with you. he found solace and comfort in your constant presence. now he was glued to you most of the time, barely paying attention to them. he was too busy being with you, and for the first time, it felt good.

“beomseok—ah, it’s not fair,” you mumbled with a pout when he got to taste the good part of the messy cake you two baked at his house. his father was barely home so your company filled the void. “i want to taste that, too.”

he just chuckled, that pretty sound you’ve grown to love.

“you’re too slow, pipsqueak.” he teased you with that horrendous nickname you too, grew fond of. “i already ate it all. ‘m sorry.”

between giggles, evening clothes and a messy kitchen, he found what he was looking for all this time. comfort and affection. someone to stay. you. you, god, you. that was all he was looking for all these years.