《Traces Of Time [GG ONESHOTS]》Yuna
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Genre:fluff cause Yuna is 16
Type:gxg
Title:Bully's affection
"Yuna! Istg! You're so irritating!" You say as the girl pesters you to do her homework.
She shoots you a glare.
"Y/n....you won't want SinB to get tortured again? Do you!?" She shouts.
You instantaneously agreed to do her homework.
"Why do you care about SinB so much?!" She shouts in frustration.
She curses under her breath before staring into your eyes.
"I may be 16 Y/N...but I know how to play."
"Get to your work!" She shouts.
You nodded and started doing her work. She watched you like a hawk, making sure you dont run off.
"Y/n..." she mutters
"Y-yea?" You responded
"Hurry up." She coldly states.
You immediately picked up the pace, hoping the barbie wont hurt SinB.
The girl meant so much to you. You would give up the world for her. She was your best friend. Basically your sister.
"I'm done Yuna. Please don't hurt SinB"
She glared at you. She snatched the paper from your hand.
"I better get a B+" she says before leaving the room.
You settle down in your chair before hearing someone clear their throat.
"Y/n!!" You saw your happy jolly friend waltz into the classroom.
Your face lights up.
"Annyeong, SinB!" You greated
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Yuna glared at the girl and stormed off.
These emotions were messing with Yuna. She wanted to hurt Y/n but she couldn't.
She wanted to torture SinB, but she didn't know why?...after all, SinB had been her crush.
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"SinB-ah~ you're being cheesy again" Y/N said as she wrapped her arm around SinB's waist.
Yuna glared at the girls. She was jealous, not because of Y/n, but because of the affection SinB was getting from Y/n.
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A trigger was set off.
Tears began to form in Yuna's eyes. Her vision became foggy.
She ran towards the garden in Hopes that it would calm her down.
But sadly, nothing did. She just cried there.
"Yuna-ssi...." Yuna heard from behind. She turned around to see Yeji.
Yeji put her arm around Yuna and comforted the girl.
"Who do I have to beat up?"
"SinB..."
"What? Isn't she your crush?"
"I dont know anymore Yeji-ah"
Yeji looked confused. But still, she balled her fist. Seeing her Best friend cry this much made her heart crack.
"What did she do? Did she reject you?"
"No Yuna. Y/n.....y/n loves her, probably"
"Wait you like y/n?"
Yuna slowly nodded her head. Her cheeks flared up. She started crying more.
After a long thought process Yeji guiltily said
"A-aniyo."
"What?"
"We cant continue like this. Beating people up..."
"I know..b..but...I mean, you're right"
''Good."
Yuna got to her feet. She launched towards the bathroom and touched herself up.
"Yu...na?"
"Y/n?"
"Dont hurt me please!"
"I wont...I'm sorry" Yuna muttered she began shedding tears.
Y/N looked at Yuna. She actually felt sorry for the girl. She comforted Yuna.
"I'm sorry y/n..."
"No Yuna...its fine..."
"Can I confess something?"
"What?"
"I-"
"Nevermind."
"Okay?"
Yuna zipped her mouth. She needed more time. Y/n was obviously not gonna like her. She needed to get closer to the girl.
Make Y/n fall in love with me. But she wont. Yuna thought.
She began writing in her journal like she usually does.
She wrote about y/n
And her feelings.
'You make me feel loved and hated.
No I don't hate it, nor do I like it. You make me feel special(ssaeyi- no twice for now) now I dont know what to do. I, love, you. Please accept my heart.'
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Yuna sighed and closed her notebook. She plopped into her bed and faced the fact that Y/n would not like her.
But, she decided she would confess.
The next day, Yuna got dressed. She wore a pink off the shoulder top with denim Jean's.
She took her backpack and rushed off to school.
She played with her bangs on the bus as she thought about Y/n.
She sighed and walked towards the school.
"Y/n.."
"Yes, Yuna?''
"Can you meet me at the garden after school?"
"Sure?"
Yuna happily skidded off to science class.
She began daydreaming about y/n, luckily she didnt get caught.
After school, she quickly ran towards the garden and waited.
Y/n came there soon after.
"So?"
"I like you y/n, I know you wont like me. I dont expect you, but can we at least be friends?"
"I dont like you Yuna. But we can be friends"
Yunas heart felt like it got shot by 10 bullets.
She smiled trying to hide her sadness.
She knew deep down inside that this was going to happen. But she didnt expect it to feel so harsh. She was sad. She was angry. She wanted to melt at that time.
She knew what was going to happen yet it still hurt.
She told herself to move on. Every day, she would tell herself to move on. But still y/n, y/n, y/n. She couldnt stop thinking about y/n.
It's like she had an effect on her.
She trudged down to the park to let out her sorrows. She sat there and cried. Crying, crying and crying. It was 7 and Yuna decided to head back home. Still unwilling to move.
Her dad was worried but decided to let Yuna rest.
Yuna curled up into a ball and slept. She wished that sleeping would make her sorrows go away. But still, she felt the stinging feeling. Like it never healed. She cried. But she muffled her cries so she wouldn't wake her family up.
The next morning Yuna woke up with puffy eyes. Yuna spent the whole of last night bawling her eyes out.
Yuna didnt feel like going to school that day so she bailed on school and stayed at home deprived of sleep.
She again tried sleeping. She tossed and turned in bed to no avail.
She sighed. She took out her phone to let out her sorrows.
Instagram story:
Yuna_ishy:
When you try your best but fail. Life is truly unfair. Karma is a bitch. It hits you hard
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Yuna sighed and put her phone down. Sure she had concern from the internet but, her heart hurt.
Eottoke?
I'm really hopeless.
I'm gonna post an insta story. I'm gonna seek advice.
But who would help me.
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