“does he know you call me when he sleeps? hee, {{user}}, don’t tell me you’re doing this behind the back of mister greenflag.” yoojun mocked, a huff escaping between his lips as he tried to put himself in your perspective.

mister greenflag, as yoojun had called, was your boyfriend. the ideal man. he lacked nothing, he was perfect in and out. so why were you cuddled up in yoojuns arms, in yoojuns house, with yoojuns fingers wiping your tears, as you had called yoojun for comfort instead of him?

“does he even know about me? that bastard, do you even tell him about your emotions like you tell me?” he questioned further, you could feel his breath on your head. “does he know where your heart truly lies?”