Without a friend(s) I am lonely
"Lonely"
Yesung/Donghae
#75
9/100
I was in my dorm room, packing my bag for an appointment at the salon when another trainee, named Donghae (I think), came bouncing in. I barely remembered seeing his face among a sea of other hopefuls during our practices and meetings. We weren't room mates and we haven't even really met properly. How he even knew where my room was was beyond me.
"Hey, hey, Yesung hyung! Be my pillow? Please?" Donghae grinned and looked at me with ridiculously big and shiny eyes. He had a comfy looking blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a DVD in his hand.
I shook my head, trying to look as sorry as I could, but really, I couldn't care less. I wrapped a towel around my hair iron (The hair irons at the salon just did not work for me) and shoved it in my bag, snapping the buttons shut. "Sorry, but I have an appointment with the hairdresser and stylist. Um, maybe you could someone else to be your pillow. Uh, so, see ya later okay?" With that I breezed past him and out the door way, paying no attention to the slump in his shoulders nor the broken hearted expression he wore on his face.
It wasn't until two days later when I overheard him sniffling into a phone about 'being lonely and having no friends' that I realized that he wanted me to be more than just a conveniently there 'pillow' or an acquaintance. He wanted me to be his friend.
I just starting typing stuff and it turned into this.
I hope you read it and/or comment~ :)
Yesung/Donghae
#75
9/100
I was in my dorm room, packing my bag for an appointment at the salon when another trainee, named Donghae (I think), came bouncing in. I barely remembered seeing his face among a sea of other hopefuls during our practices and meetings. We weren't room mates and we haven't even really met properly. How he even knew where my room was was beyond me.
"Hey, hey, Yesung hyung! Be my pillow? Please?" Donghae grinned and looked at me with ridiculously big and shiny eyes. He had a comfy looking blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a DVD in his hand.
I shook my head, trying to look as sorry as I could, but really, I couldn't care less. I wrapped a towel around my hair iron (The hair irons at the salon just did not work for me) and shoved it in my bag, snapping the buttons shut. "Sorry, but I have an appointment with the hairdresser and stylist. Um, maybe you could someone else to be your pillow. Uh, so, see ya later okay?" With that I breezed past him and out the door way, paying no attention to the slump in his shoulders nor the broken hearted expression he wore on his face.
It wasn't until two days later when I overheard him sniffling into a phone about 'being lonely and having no friends' that I realized that he wanted me to be more than just a conveniently there 'pillow' or an acquaintance. He wanted me to be his friend.
I just starting typing stuff and it turned into this.
I hope you read it and/or comment~ :)