#hmdoyeon

[mingyuxhm-blog]

“You looove me, you love me this much!”

“No,” Mingyu huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, “I don’t. It’s your turn to pay, I know you forgot to bring money on purpose.

It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, of course, but Mingyu was still miffed. What if he wanted to go buy something nice tomorrow? He wasn’t, but what if? Doyeon was going to milk him dry, he swore. She was just lucky that he knew something like this would happen and brought money, just in case. There was no way he was going to risk starving after Doyeon dragged him away from the ranch, where there was no doubt food already, with promises of noodles.

Mingyu wasn’t sure what noodles she was trying to get with no money, but whatever. He forked over what they owed and grabbed their food, giving her a halfhearted glare. “You’re the worst. I’m suing.”

[hmten-blog]

( &-- our roses are red )

@hmdoyeon

on most days he smiles at her, gives her the best bouquet and picks out the freshest of flowers. on most days he wishes her good luck and tells her to find strength because it’s the only thing he can really do. it’s sort of funny really, how he watches as the girl that he likes pines over someone else and he cheers her on, even tells her that he’ll hope for the best because ten is an idiot and for some reason her happiness adds to his.

though it’s momentary bliss when he watches her because the reminder that it isn’t him –– that it’s someone else she’s doing this for stabs him in the chest multiple times and ten forces a smile, an artificial ‘good luck!’ before he’s turning to his own feet and regretting his life choices. 

on his worst days, ten doesn’t say a thing, his smile falters a little more though he tries his hardest not to make it too obvious. he passes her the flowers (still the freshest, only for her) and pretends as though he’s too busy to carry a proper conversation. it’s his fault really, he’d fallen for a girl that would never turn to look at him and he couldn’t blame her. ten was a simple kid, a boy that worked for a flower shop and struggled to keep his grades steady.

he sighs softly as he thinks about this, lying on the grass as one hand picks on the ends of his shirt. it’s then when he rolls over, turning to doyeon and lifting himself up with his arm. “hey,” he finally says, eyes meeting hers, “doyeon do you think i’m a...” a pause. “do you think i’m a hard person ... to like? i mean –– a hard person to have a crush on... i mean –– uhm... just... not... crush material?”