Hello, I want to join your 100 followers ask/prompts game. Congratulations on your 100 followers! 🥳👏🏼
Can I request for an angst drabble please? The numbers that I chose is 25, 29, 34. The Ateez member is Jongho. Because we need more angst Jongho.
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Thank you so much! And thank you for requesting <3
Prompts: 25. “It hurts…” “What?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…” + 29. "Just because you can doesn’t mean you should." + 34. "Why are you so cold?"
Pairing: Best Friend!Jongho x F!Reader
Genre: Angst
Word Count: <1kTags/warnings: Hidden feelings, miscommunication
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You sigh and toss your phone aside, collapsing back against the couch cushions. What is wrong with men these days? Does no one know how to hold a proper conversation anymore? All you want is someone who understands you and at least pretends to be interested in what you have to say. But, apparently, asking for a guy who doesn’t blabber on and on about himself for hours is too much.
You look over to Jongho, your best friend, who is currently sprawled out on the extended part of the couch and watching his new drama of choice. You wait a moment, expecting him to ask about what’s bothering you, but he never even looks away from the screen. You sigh again, more dramatically this time. Finally, he gives in with a roll of his eyes and pauses his show.
“What is it this time? That Yeonjun guy boring you already?”
Happy he’s indulging you, you grin and move closer to him, positioning yourself so that your head is on his lap. His fingers immediately find your hair, playing with it as you rant.
“Yes! I am so tired of the guys on these dating apps; either they have no personality or are totally obsessed with themselves. I should just give up and go hook up with someone.”
“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should. I thought you swore off meaningless sex because you finally wanted a real relationship?”
“Ugh, don’t remind me.” You look up at him through your lashes and pout. “Maybe I’m just not meant for love. What’s all the hype for anyway? Most of the time, it just ends up with someone’s heart being broken.”
Jongho pretends to shiver. “Is your heart made of ice or something? Why are you so cold?”
You scoff and swat at his chest. “Hey, I’m not that bad. But, seriously, is it even worth it? Love and all that?”
“I don’t know,” Jongho muses, letting your hair drop from his fingers and just resting his hand atop your head. “It hurts.”
“What?”
“Loving someone who doesn’t love you back. Love in general, I guess.”
You quirk an eyebrow. “Oh? And what would Mr. Chronically Single know about all of that?”
He looks down at you, eyes dark with an emotion you can’t decipher. He almost looks… pained for some reason, and it makes your heart hurt. You instinctively go to reach out to him but, next thing you know, he smoothes out his expression and gently pushes you off of his lap.
“Forget it,” he says, pressing play on the remote. “I want to finish this episode.”
“Oh. Right, sorry.”
You return to the opposite side of the couch, curling in on yourself. The room suddenly feels suffocating, so you grab your phone again and make plans with a friend to go to a club. Jongho barely acknowledges you as you leave, and you can’t help but feel guilty without knowing why.
