All You Want - Junho
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Your mind is racing while you stare down at your hands in your lap. Of course, Junho called you because he wants sex, he just wants to get off, he doesn’t actually care about you. Of course, not, you’re nothing to him, you should have learned that by now you should have just deleted his number and left him in your past completely, but he’s an addiction, breaking any addiction is difficult. That’s what you keep telling yourself so that you don’t feel as bad about being hopelessly trapped in the palm of his hands.
Junho coughs pulling you from your mind making you realize you still hadn’t answered him. You aren’t sure what he asked anymore, you just know that it alluded to sex which you had momentarily let yourself forget that, that was all Junho uses you for. You let out a heavy sigh uncrossing and then recrossing your legs shifting uncomfortably in your seat preparing yourself for what you’re going to say to him. It takes a lot of preparation because you know that this is most likely going to be the brutal end to whatever this relationship is if you can call it a relationship that is.
“Can we just stop,” you mumble softly playing with your hands in your lap nervously, “it’s tiring,” you attempt to keep your voice sounding strong turning your head away from your hands to meet Junho’s gaze instead Junho looks confused which you wouldn’t expect any other emotion from him, “you don’t love me, you don’t even like me,” you say flatly sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, “it’s been going on long enough,” you say with a sigh turning your head towards the ceiling his eyes burning through you and making your facade rapidly crumble.
“What are you saying?” Junho says exasperatedly moving to the seat next to yours instead of sitting on the opposite end, “you’ve never been like this before,” Junho says exasperatedly resting his hand on your knee which you quickly pull away from.
“Don’t touch me,” you snap glaring in his direction his startled expression mirrors your internal emotion your heart pounding so hard against your ribcage, “I’m done Junho, I want a real relationship, I want to be really in love, not whatever this is,” your voice finally breaks and your last words come our choked.
Junho drops his head no longer trying to convince you to stay and no words slip from his lips. You let out a scoff pulling yourself to your feet and walking away from the table. You hear Junho’s table move but you don’t turn back keeping your eyes on the door in front of you.
“Can we talk longer?” Junho startles you resting his hand firmly on your shoulder making you turn to face him, “do you really think I don’t like you?” Junho’s voice is soft and it sounds comforting to the ear you almost find yourself relaxing against his touch, but you don’t let yourself.
“No, I don’t,” you say calmly managing to keep your eye contact with him, “I’m leaving,” you say flatly pushing his hand off of his shoulder and turning away from him once more.
