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You swallowed.

[ 8:42 PM ]

You: I said I always would

A pause.

Then:

[ 8:43 PM ]

Do you wanna…hang out? Just talk?

Your heart stuttered, then steadied into something heavier.

[ 8:44 PM ]

You: You can come over if you want

Another pause. Longer this time.

Okay.

Your room still smelled like lavender and old memories. Keonho sat on the edge of your bed, hands clasped together, shoulders tense. He looked matured somehow. Or maybe just more tired. You leaned against your desk, arms crossed, not mad, just bracing. “So,” you said quietly. “You played really well.”

“Thanks,” he replied. “I saw you in the stands.” You nodded. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“I never mind,” he said too quickly. Silence crept in, The kind that carried unfinished sentences and broken vows. “You said you wanted to talk,” you said eventually. Keonho exhaled, slow and shaky. “Yeah. I just…didn’t know how.” Your patience tightened.

“You were always bad at that,” you said. Not cruel. Just honest. He flinched anyway. “I didn’t want to mess things up more,” he said. That did it. You laughed, sharp and breathless. “More?” Keonho looked up. “Y/N—”

“You promised me,” you cut in, voice trembling now. “You promised you wouldn’t leave. You promised you wouldn’t do something stupid without telling me.”

“I know.”

“And you still did it.” He stood up, pacing your room like it was too small to hold what he was about to say. “I got an offer,” he said. “A soccer program. In LA.”

The words landed wrong, Too calm. Too final. Your chest hollowed out. “When?” you asked. “Sometime soon.”

“How soon?” Your voice cracked. Keonho stopped pacing. “After this semester.” You stared at him. “You were going to leave,” you whispered. “And you weren’t going to tell me.”

“I was,” he said quickly. “I just—didn’t know how. Especially after we broke up.”

“That’s not an excuse,” you snapped. “That’s cowardice.” He winced. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You already did.” The room felt smaller now. Thicker. “You know what hurts the most?” you continued, tears finally rising. “It’s not that you’re leaving. It’s that you decided I didn’t deserve to know.”

“I thought you hated me,” he said quietly. You shook your head, frustrated. “I was angry. There’s a difference.” Keonho ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t think you’d still be here. Still coming to my games.”

“I told you I’d always support you,” you said. “That was my promise.” He looked at you then, really looked. Eyes soft. Broken. Guilty. “I didn’t think you’d keep it,” he admitted. That hurt more than anything else. “So you just…replaced me?” you asked. “With a future that didn’t include me?”

“No,” he said immediately. “I just didn’t know how to choose both.” Your tears spilled freely now. “You should’ve let me choose with you.”

Silence.

Keonho stepped closer, stopping just short of touching you. “I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you,” he said, voice shaking. “I left because I was scared I’d stay and ruin everything.” You laughed bitterly. “You still did.”mHe nodded. “I know.” The air between you pulsed with everything unsaid. “Are you going?” you asked softly.

“Yes.”

That single word shattered what was left of your patience. “Then why are you here?” you demanded. “Why sit in my room and reopen wounds you don’t plan on healing?”

“Because I needed you to know,” he said. “And because…I needed to see you one more time.” Your heart ached. “That’s selfish,” you whispered.

“I know.” You turned away, wiping your face. “I don’t know how to forgive you yet.”

“I’m not asking you to,” he said. “I just didn’t want to disappear without saying goodbye.” That word.

Goodbye.

You faced him again. “You broke your promise.”

“I did,” he admitted. “And I’ll regret it forever.” Keonho hesitated, then spoke one last truth. “I loved you enough to stay,” he said. “But I wasn’t brave enough to trust that you’d stay too.” Your heart cracked open. “You never gave me the chance,” you whispered. He nodded, tears finally slipping free. “I know.” Then He stepped closer, voice shaking. “I loved you, y/n.”

“Loved,” you repeated. “Past tense.”

“I still do.”

“Then why does it feel like I’m the only one paying for it?” Keonho swallowed hard. “Because I didn’t know how to love you and chase my dream at the same time.”

2 minutes later,

Keonho didn’t move right away.

He just stood there, a few feet away from you, like his body hadn’t caught up with the decision his mouth already made. His eyes stayed on your face, too long to be accidental. Like he was trying to memorize you. Like if he looked hard enough, he might find a reason to stay. You felt it, That weight, That silence that screamed louder than all the yelling before it.

Say something, you wanted to scream. Don’t look at me like that.

His jaw tightened. His eyes softened in a way that made your chest ache.

“I—” he started, then stopped. He swallowed, shook his head once, like whatever he almost said was too dangerous to let out.

Slowly, he reached for his jacket draped over your chair. The sound of the fabric sliding through his hands felt final. Cruel. He slipped it on, movements stiff, like each second hurt worse than the last. Then he looked at you again. Longer this time.

broken.

Like he wanted to walk back to you. Like he hated himself for not doing it. Your breath hitched, but you didn’t stop him. Keonho nodded once to himself more than to you, then turned and walked to the door.

His hand lingered on the handle, Just for a second.

Then he left.

And the quiet he left behind hurt more than any fight ever could. No hug, No kiss. Just the sound of your door closing softly behind him.

And the echo of a promise that broke louder than any goodbye.

You swallowed.

[ 8:42 PM ]

You: I said I always would

A pause.

Then:

[ 8:43 PM ]

Do you wanna…hang out? Just talk?

Your heart stuttered, then steadied into something heavier.

[ 8:44 PM ]

You: You can come over if you want

Another pause. Longer this time.

Okay.

Your room still smelled like lavender and old memories. Keonho sat on the edge of your bed, hands clasped together, shoulders tense. He looked matured somehow. Or maybe just more tired. You leaned against your desk, arms crossed, not mad, just bracing. “So,” you said quietly. “You played really well.”

“Thanks,” he replied. “I saw you in the stands.” You nodded. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“I never mind,” he said too quickly. Silence crept in, The kind that carried unfinished sentences and broken vows. “You said you wanted to talk,” you said eventually. Keonho exhaled, slow and shaky. “Yeah. I just…didn’t know how.” Your patience tightened.

“You were always bad at that,” you said. Not cruel. Just honest. He flinched anyway. “I didn’t want to mess things up more,” he said. That did it. You laughed, sharp and breathless. “More?” Keonho looked up. “Y/N—”

“You promised me,” you cut in, voice trembling now. “You promised you wouldn’t leave. You promised you wouldn’t do something stupid without telling me.”

“I know.”

“And you still did it.” He stood up, pacing your room like it was too small to hold what he was about to say. “I got an offer,” he said. “A soccer program. In LA.”

The words landed wrong, Too calm. Too final. Your chest hollowed out. “When?” you asked. “Sometime soon.”

“How soon?” Your voice cracked. Keonho stopped pacing. “After this semester.” You stared at him. “You were going to leave,” you whispered. “And you weren’t going to tell me.”

“I was,” he said quickly. “I just—didn’t know how. Especially after we broke up.”

“That’s not an excuse,” you snapped. “That’s cowardice.” He winced. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You already did.” The room felt smaller now. Thicker. “You know what hurts the most?” you continued, tears finally rising. “It’s not that you’re leaving. It’s that you decided I didn’t deserve to know.”

“I thought you hated me,” he said quietly. You shook your head, frustrated. “I was angry. There’s a difference.” Keonho ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t think you’d still be here. Still coming to my games.”

“I told you I’d always support you,” you said. “That was my promise.” He looked at you then, really looked. Eyes soft. Broken. Guilty. “I didn’t think you’d keep it,” he admitted. That hurt more than anything else. “So you just…replaced me?” you asked. “With a future that didn’t include me?”

“No,” he said immediately. “I just didn’t know how to choose both.” Your tears spilled freely now. “You should’ve let me choose with you.”

Silence.

Keonho stepped closer, stopping just short of touching you. “I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you,” he said, voice shaking. “I left because I was scared I’d stay and ruin everything.” You laughed bitterly. “You still did.”mHe nodded. “I know.” The air between you pulsed with everything unsaid. “Are you going?” you asked softly.

“Yes.”

That single word shattered what was left of your patience. “Then why are you here?” you demanded. “Why sit in my room and reopen wounds you don’t plan on healing?”

“Because I needed you to know,” he said. “And because…I needed to see you one more time.” Your heart ached. “That’s selfish,” you whispered.

“I know.” You turned away, wiping your face. “I don’t know how to forgive you yet.”

“I’m not asking you to,” he said. “I just didn’t want to disappear without saying goodbye.” That word.

Goodbye.

You faced him again. “You broke your promise.”

“I did,” he admitted. “And I’ll regret it forever.” Keonho hesitated, then spoke one last truth. “I loved you enough to stay,” he said. “But I wasn’t brave enough to trust that you’d stay too.” Your heart cracked open. “You never gave me the chance,” you whispered. He nodded, tears finally slipping free. “I know.” Then He stepped closer, voice shaking. “I loved you, y/n.”

“Loved,” you repeated. “Past tense.”

“I still do.”

“Then why does it feel like I’m the only one paying for it?” Keonho swallowed hard. “Because I didn’t know how to love you and chase my dream at the same time.”

2 minutes later,

Keonho didn’t move right away.

He just stood there, a few feet away from you, like his body hadn’t caught up with the decision his mouth already made. His eyes stayed on your face, too long to be accidental. Like he was trying to memorize you. Like if he looked hard enough, he might find a reason to stay. You felt it, That weight, That silence that screamed louder than all the yelling before it.

Say something, you wanted to scream. Don’t look at me like that.

His jaw tightened. His eyes softened in a way that made your chest ache.

“I—” he started, then stopped. He swallowed, shook his head once, like whatever he almost said was too dangerous to let out.

Slowly, he reached for his jacket draped over your chair. The sound of the fabric sliding through his hands felt final. Cruel. He slipped it on, movements stiff, like each second hurt worse than the last. Then he looked at you again. Longer this time.

broken.

Like he wanted to walk back to you. Like he hated himself for not doing it. Your breath hitched, but you didn’t stop him. Keonho nodded once to himself more than to you, then turned and walked to the door.

His hand lingered on the handle, Just for a second.

Then he left.

And the quiet he left behind hurt more than any fight ever could. No hug, No kiss. Just the sound of your door closing softly behind him.

And the echo of a promise that broke louder than any goodbye.

You didn’t cry. That almost made it worse. “Hey,” he said softly, sitting beside you, close enough to feel your warmth but not close enough to scare you away. You nodded. “Hey.” Silence stretched between you. Comfortable, but fragile. The kind that could shatter if either of you said the wrong thing. “Did you guys—” Martin started, then stopped himself. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head at first. Then your shoulders dropped. “We said really awful things,” you whispered. “Like…things you don’t forget. Things you can’t take back.”

Martin clenched his jaw.

He hated Anhyun in that moment. Not in a loud way. In a quiet, simmering way that sat deep in his chest. “I didn’t even recognize him,” you continued. “Or maybe I did, and that’s what hurts.” Martin swallowed. “I’m sorry.” You laughed weakly. “I don’t even know why I asked you to come i told myself it was because you’re his best friend but…” You trailed off.

“But you knew I’d come,” Martin said. You turned to look at him then, really look at him. His hair messed up by the wind, eyes soft in a way you never noticed before…or maybe always had.

“Yeah,” you admitted. “I knew.” The waves crashed louder, like they were listening too closely.

Martin rested his hands in the sand, fingers digging in “You don’t deserve to be talked to like that,” he said quietly. “No matter how mad someone is.”

Your eyes burned. “I keep thinking maybe I hurt him…maybe i didn’t do enough maybe i—”

“Hey,” Martin cut in gently. He turned toward you, voice low, steady. “You don’t have to blame yourself to make it hurt less.”

That did it.

Your breath hitched, and suddenly the tears were there silent, very heavy, and sadly unstoppable. Martin didn’t hesitate. He opened his arms just a little, like he was giving you the choice. You leaned into him. Martin froze for half a second then relaxed, wrapping his arms around you like he’d been waiting his whole life to do it. You fit against him too easily. Too right. He rested his chin lightly on your head, heart pounding.

This is wrong, he told himself.

This is everything I ever wanted.

“I’m so tired,” you whispered into his chest. “I tried so hard to make it work.”

“I know, i know” Martin murmured. He did. He always did. He’d watched you love someone else for years and never once blamed you for it. Your fingers twisted into his hoodie “You’re always here,” you said “Why?”

Martin’s breath caught.

Because I love you.

Because I always have.

Because I don’t know how not to.

Instead, he said, “Because you’re not meant to go through things alone.” You pulled back slightly, just enough to look at him Your faces were close now. Too close The air between you felt charged, fragile. For a moment, Martin thought you might realize it. Might see everything he’d buried. So he leaned back.

Just a little.

“You should head home soon,” he said softly. “It’s getting cold.” You nodded, though you didn’t move right away. “Thanks for coming,” you said. “Really.” Martin stood first, offering you his hand. You took it without thinking. As you walked away from the water, he glanced back once watching the waves swallow your footprints.

He loved you quietly Carefully and Painfully. And as long as your heart still belonged to someone else, he knew the truth

He could love you.

He just couldn’t love you this much.

You didn’t want the night to end. That scared you more than the fight. As Martin walked you away from the beach, hands brushing every now and then, you slowed your steps without realizing it. The streets were quiet, lighted up by the flickering streetlights and the soft sounds of distant traffic. “I’m kinda hungry,” you said suddenly, breaking the silence. “Do you wanna…i don’t know eat something?”

Martin glanced at you. He smiled, small and with warmth. “Yeah why not.”

The convenience store sat on the corner like it always had too bright, too white, buzzing softly like it never slept. The automatic doors slid open, and warm air wrapped around you both. You wandered the aisles slowly, fingers brushing over shelves of snacks you didn’t really want. Martin followed a step behind, hands shoved in his pockets.

“You okay?” he asked. You shrugged. “meh..i think so, or i will be.” He nodded, like he understood exactly what you meant.You grabbed a drink you wouldn’t finish. Martin picked up chips he didn’t want. It felt less about eating and more about not going home yet. At the counter, the cashier barely looked up. The receipt printed with a sharp whine, loud in the quiet space.

Outside, you sat on the curb, backs against the glass. Martin handed you the drink, twisting the cap open for you without thinking. You noticed. You always noticed things like that.

“Thank you,” you said. “Anytime.” You took a sip, then stared straight ahead “Can I ask you something?” Martin tensed but nodded. “Yeah.”

“Do you ever think about…how things change?” you asked. “Like one second you think you know someone completely, and the next—”

“They say something that breaks you,” Martin finished softly.

You turned to him. “Yeah.” He looked down at his hands. “People don’t always know how to love without hurting.” You laughed quietly. “You sound like you’ve thought about that a lot.”

He smiled faintly. “Maybe.” A breeze passed between you. You hugged your jacket tighter around yourself.

“You know,” you said, hesitant, “when we were at the beach…i didn’t feel stupid for crying.” Martin’s chest tightened. “You’re never stupid for feeling.” You looked at him then, really looked. “You make it easy,” you whispered. “Being around you.”

That was not smart…

Martin swallowed. “I’m glad,” he said because saying anything else would’ve ruined everything. You leaned your head against his shoulder.

Just for a second.

Martin froze. His body went still, like he was afraid to breathe wrong and scare you away. Slowly, carefully, he let his shoulder relax just enough to let you stay. This closeness felt different. Not loud. Not rushed. Just quiet and heavy and real.

“You know Anhyun’s probably gonna text me later,” you said quietly. “i hope he’ll apologize or he’s…probably gonna like nothing happened.” Martin’s jaw tightened. “What are you gonna do?”

“I don’t even know,” you admitted. “I love him but tonight…i don’t know if love is enough anymore.” Martin closed his eyes for a brief moment.

This was the part where he always lost.

He wanted to tell you not to go back.

Wanted to tell you that love shouldn’t leave you shaking.

Wanted to tell you that he had been standing right here the whole time.

Instead, he said, “Whatever you choose…i just want my twinski to be okay.” You pulled back slightly, looking at him. “You’re too good to me, but twisnki…will be alright.” He let out a soft breath. “I just care.” Your eyes searched his face, like you were trying to find something you weren’t ready to name.

“Martin,” you said quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t disappear on me,” you said. “No matter what happens.”

His heart cracked.

“I won’t,” he said immediately. “I promise.”

Because even if it hurt, even if it tore him apart, he’d never be the one to walk away from you.

You stood, brushing sand from your jeans. “Fuck, it’s late, We should head back,” you said.

“Yeah it is, let’s go” As you walked, your hands brushed again. This time, neither of you pulled away. Martin walked you to your door. You hesitated before going inside. “Thanks for tonight,” you said softly. “For everything.”

He nodded. “Anytime twin You know that.”

You smiled at him small, tired but real and then you were gone.

Martin stood there long after the door closed.

The convenience store bag still hung from his wrist. Unopened. Forgotten.

He finally understood something that scared him.

Loving you wasn’t the hard part.

It was loving you quietly. From the side. Without asking for more.

Because he already loved you more than he was supposed to.

And he didn’t know how much longer his heart could survive pretending it didn’t.

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You didn’t cry. That almost made it worse. “Hey,” he said softly, sitting beside you, close enough to feel your warmth but not close enough to scare you away. You nodded. “Hey.” Silence stretched between you. Comfortable, but fragile. The kind that could shatter if either of you said the wrong thing. “Did you guys—” Martin started, then stopped himself. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head at first. Then your shoulders dropped. “We said really awful things,” you whispered. “Like…things you don’t forget. Things you can’t take back.”

Martin clenched his jaw.

He hated Anhyun in that moment. Not in a loud way. In a quiet, simmering way that sat deep in his chest. “I didn’t even recognize him,” you continued. “Or maybe I did, and that’s what hurts.” Martin swallowed. “I’m sorry.” You laughed weakly. “I don’t even know why I asked you to come i told myself it was because you’re his best friend but…” You trailed off.

“But you knew I’d come,” Martin said. You turned to look at him then, really look at him. His hair messed up by the wind, eyes soft in a way you never noticed before…or maybe always had.

“Yeah,” you admitted. “I knew.” The waves crashed louder, like they were listening too closely.

Martin rested his hands in the sand, fingers digging in “You don’t deserve to be talked to like that,” he said quietly. “No matter how mad someone is.”

Your eyes burned. “I keep thinking maybe I hurt him…maybe i didn’t do enough maybe i—”

“Hey,” Martin cut in gently. He turned toward you, voice low, steady. “You don’t have to blame yourself to make it hurt less.”

That did it.

Your breath hitched, and suddenly the tears were there silent, very heavy, and sadly unstoppable. Martin didn’t hesitate. He opened his arms just a little, like he was giving you the choice. You leaned into him. Martin froze for half a second then relaxed, wrapping his arms around you like he’d been waiting his whole life to do it. You fit against him too easily. Too right. He rested his chin lightly on your head, heart pounding.

This is wrong, he told himself.

This is everything I ever wanted.

“I’m so tired,” you whispered into his chest. “I tried so hard to make it work.”

“I know, i know” Martin murmured. He did. He always did. He’d watched you love someone else for years and never once blamed you for it. Your fingers twisted into his hoodie “You’re always here,” you said “Why?”

Martin’s breath caught.

Because I love you.

Because I always have.

Because I don’t know how not to.

Instead, he said, “Because you’re not meant to go through things alone.” You pulled back slightly, just enough to look at him Your faces were close now. Too close The air between you felt charged, fragile. For a moment, Martin thought you might realize it. Might see everything he’d buried. So he leaned back.

Just a little.

“You should head home soon,” he said softly. “It’s getting cold.” You nodded, though you didn’t move right away. “Thanks for coming,” you said. “Really.” Martin stood first, offering you his hand. You took it without thinking. As you walked away from the water, he glanced back once watching the waves swallow your footprints.

He loved you quietly Carefully and Painfully. And as long as your heart still belonged to someone else, he knew the truth

He could love you.

He just couldn’t love you this much.

You didn’t want the night to end. That scared you more than the fight. As Martin walked you away from the beach, hands brushing every now and then, you slowed your steps without realizing it. The streets were quiet, lighted up by the flickering streetlights and the soft sounds of distant traffic. “I’m kinda hungry,” you said suddenly, breaking the silence. “Do you wanna…i don’t know eat something?”

Martin glanced at you. He smiled, small and with warmth. “Yeah why not.”

The convenience store sat on the corner like it always had too bright, too white, buzzing softly like it never slept. The automatic doors slid open, and warm air wrapped around you both. You wandered the aisles slowly, fingers brushing over shelves of snacks you didn’t really want. Martin followed a step behind, hands shoved in his pockets.

“You okay?” he asked. You shrugged. “meh..i think so, or i will be.” He nodded, like he understood exactly what you meant.You grabbed a drink you wouldn’t finish. Martin picked up chips he didn’t want. It felt less about eating and more about not going home yet. At the counter, the cashier barely looked up. The receipt printed with a sharp whine, loud in the quiet space.

Outside, you sat on the curb, backs against the glass. Martin handed you the drink, twisting the cap open for you without thinking. You noticed. You always noticed things like that.

“Thank you,” you said. “Anytime.” You took a sip, then stared straight ahead “Can I ask you something?” Martin tensed but nodded. “Yeah.”

“Do you ever think about…how things change?” you asked. “Like one second you think you know someone completely, and the next—”

“They say something that breaks you,” Martin finished softly.

You turned to him. “Yeah.” He looked down at his hands. “People don’t always know how to love without hurting.” You laughed quietly. “You sound like you’ve thought about that a lot.”

He smiled faintly. “Maybe.” A breeze passed between you. You hugged your jacket tighter around yourself.

“You know,” you said, hesitant, “when we were at the beach…i didn’t feel stupid for crying.” Martin’s chest tightened. “You’re never stupid for feeling.” You looked at him then, really looked. “You make it easy,” you whispered. “Being around you.”

That was not smart…

Martin swallowed. “I’m glad,” he said because saying anything else would’ve ruined everything. You leaned your head against his shoulder.

Just for a second.

Martin froze. His body went still, like he was afraid to breathe wrong and scare you away. Slowly, carefully, he let his shoulder relax just enough to let you stay. This closeness felt different. Not loud. Not rushed. Just quiet and heavy and real.

“You know Anhyun’s probably gonna text me later,” you said quietly. “i hope he’ll apologize or he’s…probably gonna like nothing happened.” Martin’s jaw tightened. “What are you gonna do?”

“I don’t even know,” you admitted. “I love him but tonight…i don’t know if love is enough anymore.” Martin closed his eyes for a brief moment.

This was the part where he always lost.

He wanted to tell you not to go back.

Wanted to tell you that love shouldn’t leave you shaking.

Wanted to tell you that he had been standing right here the whole time.

Instead, he said, “Whatever you choose…i just want my twinski to be okay.” You pulled back slightly, looking at him. “You’re too good to me, but twisnki…will be alright.” He let out a soft breath. “I just care.” Your eyes searched his face, like you were trying to find something you weren’t ready to name.

“Martin,” you said quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t disappear on me,” you said. “No matter what happens.”

His heart cracked.

“I won’t,” he said immediately. “I promise.”

Because even if it hurt, even if it tore him apart, he’d never be the one to walk away from you.

You stood, brushing sand from your jeans. “Fuck, it’s late, We should head back,” you said.

“Yeah it is, let’s go” As you walked, your hands brushed again. This time, neither of you pulled away. Martin walked you to your door. You hesitated before going inside. “Thanks for tonight,” you said softly. “For everything.”

He nodded. “Anytime twin You know that.”

You smiled at him small, tired but real and then you were gone.

Martin stood there long after the door closed.

The convenience store bag still hung from his wrist. Unopened. Forgotten.

He finally understood something that scared him.

Loving you wasn’t the hard part.

It was loving you quietly. From the side. Without asking for more.

Because he already loved you more than he was supposed to.

And he didn’t know how much longer his heart could survive pretending it didn’t.

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You frowned. “I can get one from the bin.”

“This one’s better.” He nudged it closer. “I saved it.” You hesitated.

Then took it.

Your fingers brushed. He froze.

You froze. A kid suddenly shouted, “YOU TWO ARE TOTALLY DATING.” You choked so hard you almost inhaled the candy cane wrapper.

Martin turned pink. His bells jingled in humiliation.

juhoon (from the corner):

“bro y’all are ACTUALLY embarrassing.”

Martin: glares

You: want to disappear

Later, as you were leaving your shift, you opened your locker and found another candy cane. Same kind. Same handwriting scribbled on a note:

"For when you’re annoyed at me again. —M"

You stared at it way too long.

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