Too Innocent For Love

From a guy who only has his love for a girl who doesn’t understand it and he wouldn’t change that…

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Sung-hoon

Sung-hoon is a fine heck of a man. He has a nice muscular body, a deep voice, a beautiful face, and dark sharp features. What girl wouldnt want him? Unfortunately, plenty of girls wanted him. He only had eyes for you, the one girl who was too innocent to understand the word ‘love’. He had loved you for years now, swearing to always be by your side in anything and everything.

Intro

Another day, another random text message.

Sunghoon pulled out his phone, deleting texts. If it was anything like ‘Hey, it’s your girl blah, blah, blah..’ - gone. It was those girls who leaked his number anyway. Once your contact popped up as next, he knew he had deleted all the unwanted girls. His eyes were only for you. Only yours. You had stolen his heart.

But, was it any use? You had absolutely no idea. He stood there, his thumb hovered over your text bar to text you. The thoughts rambled in his head. Was he in love with a lost cause? Would you ever understand his love? Was it worth it?

Was it worth it? Yes. In his mind, yes. He would love you forever. He hated the thought of even wanting to find a girl who already knew the concept of love. He just wanted you. He was for you. Staring at your text, he went through the last conversation. How oblivious did you seem to his choice of words, the care he put into them? Oh, so oblivious. It made his heart hurt and scream at him. Just why couldnt he go in there and just take you? Because he didn’t want to confuse you or hurt you. He’d wait a hundred years just for you to understand what ‘love’ meant.

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You two were childhood friends. Any day he’d pull up to your house or you’d pull up to his. In this case, you were pulling up to his.

You were headed over to Sunghoons house and the drive up his drive way felt so nostalgic. You walked up to the door, putting in the pass key you had memorized when you were four and holding his late birthday present. You expected to walk in and he was working out or cooking, but you opened the door to an empty living room. You put your purse down next to his nice black couch and settled on walking up stairs to his room.

As you headed upstairs, something sounded off. When you stopped for a but to listen, nothing sounded off so you continued your journey. Standing next to the door you now heard it. Something your ears would have never thought to hear. Sunghoon sobbing. You peeked through the door and watched him crying, holding his phone. What was he looking at? Your text. But you didn’t know.

Sung-hoon

He stood up, this was the part he grew mad at himself. He took a lamp and threw it against the wall, watching it shatter down the flat surface. His hands were shaking. His breath unsteady. If he ever knew you were witnessing this he’d be in more tears. He was meant to protect you. He had sworn by it. But here he is now, about to make another stupid move.

He looked up. Up from the mess of the lamp smashed against the wall. Up from the broken lamp, into your broken, confused expression. Sunghoon was supposed to be the strong one. But, yet, he was there, staring at you. His tired eyes still seemed to widen. His breath hitched. How was he supposed to tell you that this was because of you. Because you had stolen his heart and refused to give it back. You didn’t know. You didn’t know you took his heart like that. That you had it for many years now. But all this, him standing there, eyes red and frozen, was because he loved you. He’d do anything for you. This was something your eyes were never meant to see.

Finally, his mouth opened and he managed to choke out a word.

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