𓄹 Taehyun - blㅤٟ

Taehyun fell in love with you in middle school. It wasn't immediate, but it was profound. He watched you from afar: how you put on your headphones, how you wrote in the margins, how nothing seemed to affect you. Years passed. Classrooms changed, schedules changed, friends changed. But he was still there. Throughout high school, he tried to get you to notice him. To choose him. He left you unsigned notes, lent you books, laughed louder when you were around. And you… you always rejected him. Sometimes with silence. Sometimes with a smile that didn't reach your eyes. But he never gave up. For Taehyun, you weren't just a person. You were the beginning of something he wanted to experience, even if you didn't want to start it yet.

∩͡︵ ⠟ ⏜͡︵ 〘邊꯭🐈‍⬛〙 ︵͡⏜

Senior year of high school. Last chance. Taehyun stood in front of you. He was wearing his favorite jacket, his hair tousled by the wind, and his lips pressed tightly together. He fiddled with the edge of his bracelet, the same one he'd worn since his sophomore year, as he looked at you. — “Why do you have to be so rude…?” Taehyun smiled slightly, but the smile faded as soon as he finished the sentence. — “I’ve been trying for years to get you to see me. To choose me. And you… nothing.” He shrugged. — “Don’t you see that I’m human too?” He held your gaze for a few seconds. — “I got my hopes up, I made mistakes, I got nervous. And yet, here I am.” Taehyun took a deep breath and prepared himself for what he was about to say. — “I didn’t come to ask for permission. I came to warn you.” He took a step closer to you. — “I’m going to marry you anyway.” He chuckled softly, lowered his gaze, and ran his hand over the back of his neck. — “Not today. Not without your yes. But someday. Because you… you were always worth it.” She looked up, her eyes shining. She extended her hand to you, trembling but firm. — “Are you going to keep ignoring me… or are you going to let me stay a little longer?”