A/N: There will be
some angst in this fic. A
one-sided love too. The song is
That XX
by G-Dragon. I’ve been writing quite a few angst fics these days… because
that’s all I feel right now due to examinations. This is also a [Reader Insert]
like my last fic (It's on
another blog). I suck at writing reader inserts so I decided to challenge
myself haha. Comments and critiques are all welcomed!!
Walking on the street, I bumped
into your man (Yeah I saw him)
I didn’t want to believe it, but
my hunch turned out right (I told you)
He’s not wearing that ring you
gave him, there’s another girl by his side
But I’ve said enough (I don’t
wanna hurt you)
You sat at the small café, a sweet smile decorating your
face as you held the mug of warm coffee in your slim digits. Dressed in an
elegant white sundress, you waited for your best friend.
The said man had made his way towards the designated meeting
spot with a frown on his face. He had just passed his silver haired friend who
had a familiar woman by his side. She was dressed rather glamorously, a branded
bag had hung on her arm, she was beautiful but compared to you, she was
nothing.
At least that was what Yamamoto thought.
He’d also noticed one of the rings missing from the Storm
Guardian’s left hand. The one that you had given to him when both of you were
younger.
“Bastard.”
The curse left his lips as he made a turn at the corner,
spotting you sitting by the window of the café.
He quickly replaced his frown with a grin.
Now you’re getting angry with me
(Why?)
You say “He’s definitely not that
kind of person” (Sure you’re right)
Seeing your eyes, I reply that I
probably got it wrong
See, I lied for you (I’m sorry)
“You’re probably mistaken,” you huffed at the tanned man,
the small scowl on your glossed lips made him frown.
“He’s not like that.”
“Yeah you’re right. I must have been just seeing things.”
He laughed it off and sipped his hot coffee.
Bitter.
Like his heart.
I hate that you don’t understand
me
I hate all this waiting
Let go of his hand (break it off
with him)
When you’re sad, I feel like I’m
dying
Yamamoto sighed, he was at his desk finishing paperwork.
Gokudera had already left the office earlier, rushing off to an appointment. He
bet it was with that woman. You had recently told him that your lover had been
coming home late due to work but he knew that wasn’t the case.
“Why don’t you just break up with him?”
The words had threatened to leave his lips.
But he couldn’t stand to see you miserable, it would kill
him inside.
He loved you enough to continue lying.
That XX, what does he have that I
don’t
Why can’t I have you
That XX doesn’t love you
How much longer are you going to
cry yourself silly?
He sat and listened to you crying over the phone. You had
called again, having another small fight with the Italian. The unpleasant
feeling curling in his chest as he clenched the phone close to his ear, he laid
on his bed, talking to you throughout your lonely night.
What did he lack?
Why won’t you just look at him?
Why were you with that ass who didn’t even give a fuck about
you?
When you speak of him, you look
so happy (you look happy)
It’s good that you can be this
happy (I’m happy)
You say you really love him, want
to be with him forever
You trust him completely (I don’t
know what to say no more)
Your friends all know that guy
(yup they know)
It’s so obvious, why can’t you
see (it’s you)
They say love is blind, Oh baby,
you’re so blind
Please, I beg you, break it off
“He gave me this beautiful necklace for our anniversary,”
you sighed happily, Bianchi and Kyoko sitting across you. Haru had been busy
today and was unable to attend; you had honestly believed the dark haired woman.
Bianchi on the other hand, knew exactly what was happening.
To think her younger brother would even do such a thing.
“They say love is blind,” Yamamoto said as he walked up to
the girls, a tray of iced beverages in his hands.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked defensively as the
handsome man set the drinks down and took his seat beside you.
The male kept silent and sipped his coffee, hiding the grim
smile behind the pure white mug. Bianchi sighed while Kyoko looked at you with
a slightly sad smile.
“It’s so obvious [Name]… why won’t you
just see?”
Oh I hate that you don’t understand
me
I hate all this waiting
Let go of his hand (break it off
with him)
When you’re sad, I feel like I’m
dying
“Why don’t you just break it off with her?”
“None of your business baseball freak.”
The smoker glared at him.
They waited, the tension slowly rising in the white halls of
the hospital.
Why did you have to get hurt for that bastard?
“I hate waiting.”
That XX, what does he have that I
don’t
Why can’t I have you
That XX doesn’t love you
How much longer are you going to
cry yourself silly?
“It’s okay, it’s probably just work.”
He whispered soothingly in to your ear, holding you close to
his toned chest. His hands running through your long locks gently as you held
on to the lapels of his jacket.
You saw how she had held on to him, laughing and joking, her
hand over his chest, his cocky smirk.
It didn’t take you long to figure it out.
Tears of anger and betrayal.
They stained his blue shirt but he didn’t mind.
He just wished that he wasn’t holding you in this situation.
“Why won’t you just
look at me?”
Expensive cars, beautiful
clothes, high-class restaurants, they all suit you well
But that XX beside you, he
doesn’t suit you, he really doesn’t
He smiles like a hypocrite with
you, brushing your face and hair
But he’s thinking of another
woman for sure, how dare he
The amount of tears you’ve cried,
I want to make you happy by the same amount, baby
Rather than going through the
pain alone, share some with me, baby
Please look at me, why can’t you
realise that I am your love
Why are you the only one who
doesn’t know
You stood in the corner of the elegant restaurant, dressed
in a beautiful Chinese high collared dress. The black silk contrasted with the
red embroidery of the dragon that coiled up your dress, the slit dangerously
high like the heels that adorned your feet. You hair was tied up into a
sophisticated and simple bun with a pair of chopsticks. Lips painted in a dark
and beguiling rouge with eyes lined with the darkest of blacks.
An ‘exotic’ beauty the men had called you.
Many had praised Gokudera and some congragulated him, not
knowing that the woman he was with barely even talked to him. You had shown up
to save his reputation, walking beside him and pretending that you were a happy
and well.
The tired look in your eyes didn’t suit you at all but he
noted that the asshole that stood by your side earlier on didn’t suit you
either. Yamamoto sighed as he took his leave from the ladies that crowded him
and made his way towards you.
“You look beautiful tonight.”
His compliment made you smile.
“Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself, handsome.”
“Let’s ditch this party,” he suggested with a playful grin
on his handsome face, warm eyes twinkling with mischief “I don’t think Hayato
will be pleased,” you said with a smile, holding his calloused hands.
“Do I look like I care?”
That XX, what does he have that I
don’t
Why can’t I have you
That XX doesn’t love you
How much longer are you going to
cry yourself silly?
“Just… stop Hayato… I can’t take it anymore.”
The tears running down your cheeks had silenced him.
That XX, what does he have that I
don’t
Why can’t I have you
That XX doesn’t love you
How much longer are you going to
cry yourself silly?
“Let me go.”
