"The job is mine, Shortcake,” Joshua’s voice says. To stop myself from standing up and punching him in the gut I’m counting one, two, three, four … “Funny, that’s what Helene just told me.” I watch his backside walk away in the glossed surface of my desk, and vow that Joshua Templeman is going to lose the most important game we’ve ever played.
Happy birthday to the snapchat queen, a PS wizard and a great friend @cobaltcharlie ;*
((guess what song came on while i was proofreading))
Anyway, Josh gets back from a run tired and exhausted, you have a few thoughts on how to make him relaxed. Pairings: Joshua Dun (switch!josh) x Fem!Reader Warnings: handcuffs !!!!, glimpses of sub!josh, i wrote this in 2 hours so it’s pretty rushed and probably not good idk Word Count: 2.6k
hello! i love your work! may you please make a joshua scenario where they fight, almost break up, and then make up in the end. thank you so much!
Hi there, I hope you enjoy this request! Requests are currently open and we are now writing for more blogs other than Seventeen. We now write for Wanna one, BTS, Nu’est and GOT7 so please send in your requests! Everything is welcomed!
If there was one word you would describe yourself with then it would be “friendly”. You love meeting new people and learning about their stories but most importantly you just love socialising. Your boyfriend on the other side… has the opposite personality to you, he is shy and quiet. He doesn’t normally express his feelings unless you try your hardest to dig it out of him.
You love him with all your heart and you couldn’t imagine your life with him missing, but sometimes things get very difficult when he just would’t open up to you.
“I’ll be going out with Tim today” you informed Joshua as he was getting ready to cook. “Where are you guys going?” He looked at you and asked. His expression didn’t look too pleased but you didn’t really pay much attention since you and Tim has been best friends for many years.
“He just recently got a new job and he’s taking me for a date… you know~ just to catch up on things” you shrug your shoulders and slipped on a short black dress. The time you had set to meet up with Tim was getting very close, you hurried to get ready without noticing Joshua’s mood.
You put on your make up, curled your hair and touched up on your look with some red lipstick. “I’ll be home by 10, have a great day today babe! Sorry, I will spend tomorrow with you” leaning in to kiss him briefly, you stepped into your heels and rushed out into Tim’s car which was waiting outside. “Wait- I…” before Joshua finished his sentence, you already disappeared from his sight.
“Where should we go?” You asked Tim with a happy voice. “Um, just to a restaurant and maybe a movie after?” Tim answered but kept his eyes on the mirror which shows the reflection of Joshua standing in front of the house. “Did you tell Josh we were going out?” “Yeah, I told him before I left” “oh okay? But he is still standing by the door?” “Nah, he’s fine probably just sending me off, he’ll go inside soon.” You looked back but couldn’t see Joshua anymore.
“So? How have you been?” Tim was driving but started the conversation, he knew you since uni and its been many years. He can tell straight away when something is wrong… you tried to hide it by being cheerful but you know he won’t let you off unless he finds out what happened.
“Yeeeeeah… it’s been good I guess?” “Woah, Mrs Hong, what happened? You don’t sound very positive” he teased you. “I guess me and Joshua has just been a little awkward around each other but I have no idea what happened, he came back from his tour and became all weird…” it was so easy, the words and the true feelings hiding inside you just slipped out of your mouth without you realising.
“Have you tried talking to him” Tim suggests. He looked over at you and you raised an eyebrow. “Oh right… almost forgot… he is a busy idol! you will have to get a shovel and start digging if you want to find out about things” “Yeah exactly, so no. As long as he doesn’t say anything and I just go along with it it will all be fine” A fake smile displayed on your face, that was the only thing you could do to stop yourself from breaking down in front him.
The catch up went reasonably fast. The food was delicious and talking to your best friend after so long feels very relaxing. He is just so easy to be around, you don’t have to think about too much before you speak or act. You let out all the bad energy you had. You had to complain to him how hard it gets being an idol’s girlfriend and how hard it is to maintain a relationship. Before you noticed, the time was striking 10 o’clock.“Should probably get you home!” Tim says to you as he shoves you into the car.
Approaching the house you and Joshua shared, you hopped out of the car and Tim followed behind. “Thank you! I had such an amazing night, hope to catch you soon again” you reached out to hug Tim which he accepted by pulling you into his arms.
“Ahem…” You turned your head to see Joshua standing by the door. “Thanks for bringing her home…” Joshua thanked Tim quietly and grabbed you by your wrist to pull you closer to him. “No worries! Have a good night! Bye” Tim waves goodbye to you and left.
As soon as Tim leaves… Joshua’s face dropped. He let go of your hand and made his way inside the house without greeting you. “Okay then…” you mumbled to yourself as you took of your shoes and walked in.
Joshua was sitting on the couch with the TV playing. You looked around to see the dining table filled with food Joshua has cooked. “Babe? Did you not have dinner?” No answer… “Babe? What happened?” No answer… “Babe?” Still no answer.
You walked over to the living room and you just couldn’t hold it any longer, he was testing your limits, but today you just don’t have the energy to deal with any of that. You snatched the remote out of his hand and turned the TV off. “What is wrong with you?” You question Joshua. “Nothing!” He replied as he tried to walk off. “Don’t lie… I know something is wrong… tell me! You have to tell me otherwise I wouldn’t know, I am not a phycologist” your voice was raising unintentionally but your words were coming out much stronger than you thought.
“Nothing is wrong Y/N, don’t worry about it” he rested his hand on your shoulder to assure you everything is fine. “Okay. I’m done with this bullshit, don’t touch me” you flicked his hands off. “Honestly… I hate myself for saying this but I feel like if I don’t say something I will hate myself even more. You really need to tell me your thoughts! I don’t read minds, you annoy the shit out of me when you give me the silent treatment, ever since your world tour finished… theres like an invisible wall between us and I don’t know what is causing that to happen” tears began to form in your eyes.
Looking up to the ceiling to prevent them from escaping you continued. “I really do love you Josh, it just gets very hard when I have to keep guessing what you are thinking. I know you are mad about something but I don’t know what…” “Y/N-” he tried to interfere. You held up your hand for him to stop, “If you don’t tell me whats wrong, this is the end of us… I can’t handle anymore of this stress, you are not the only one living the hard life…” staring into his eyes you spat out the words.
Joshua’s eyes widen when you mentioned ‘THE END’. “Fine! You asked so I will tell you… I hate Tim! I fucking hate him” Your heart dropped hearing those words and the fact Joshua swore surprised you. “I hate him. There is no other words I would use… I hate seeing other people with you, I hate him for taking away your attention from me and I hate him for being able to spend lots of time with you” His face turned bright red as he spoke.
“When I was on tour, all I could think about were the most horrible things he could do to you when I’m absent… I could not concentrate… I was worried” he slowly steps closer backing you into the wall. “He is always so close to you and you never take caution when you are around him! How can I not be worried? I love you way too much to loose you Y/N… I want to punch myself for not trusting you but I don’t want to risk losing you… it will all be too late when it gets to that point”
There was a small gap between you and him. His breathing was fast due to his angry confession. The long pause after his words cooled you both down. “I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to take it out on you” Joshua covered his face seconds after he realised what he has done. “Thank you” you replied to him as you take his hands. “Thank you so much babe… I never knew this was what upset you, I’m really sorry too for making you think this way! But you really have nothing to worry about. YOU! JOSHUA HONG is the man I truly love and want to spend the rest of my life with, do not ever question yourself! And I love it when you express your feelings and tell me what you are thinking”
Joshua tucked you tightly in a hug. You could feel his heart beating against your chest, you pulled away to give him a kiss and assure him. He picked you up then crushed his lip against yours. He kissed you eagerly as if he wanted to label you his territory. And that night… he surely did 😏
warnings; death (multiple people crying clear up on aisle seventeen scenarios)
a/n: im pretty sure you guys are going to sue me after this but yeah hello darkness my old friend
song recommendation is fool by winner and goodbye im gonna cry now
Can you believe that…anything is possible in 2 hours? Can you also believe that your boyfriend is the sweetest, most grateful and handsome person in the world? He would never break your heart, he’s a true gentleman. That’s…why his nickname for him, is Gentleman Josh, given to him by the fans early on. Yes, your boyfriend was Joshua, or Hong Jisoo, whatever you love to call him, from that one very successful band…Seventeen. About your relationship…a lot of fans know. They saw you two out before, but have sworn to secrecy amongst themselves, and let you and Joshua be a happy couple, without interfering in any way. And whenever someone would come up to you in the street, they would always say such nice things about you and Josh. Yes, Josh. Your lovely boyfriend. As I said…he would never break your heart…right?
“Wait…Josh was supposed to come see me today….where is he?”
You sat up from your little nap you had on the sofa, looking to your phone. You checked the time; 8:18 PM. You sighed. He was supposed to call you at 6 to say he was coming round…but it didn’t look like you had any missed calls…or even texts for that matter. He would leave little love hearts for you but…none today. You…just kind of slumped back on the sofa, and as you do, you hear your phone ping a good 7-8 times. You think it’s Joshua, so you jump up, with a glad smile on your face! You go to turn you phone on again….and. It’s not Joshua. Instead….it’s your friend…who…from the way she was texting you…sounds angry.
[8:20 PM] From Bestie😺😸: y/n!!
[8:20 PM] From Bestie😺😸: i’m going to kill your boyfriend for you
[8:20 PM] From Bestie😺😸: what the actual fuck
[8:21 PM] From Y/n👽🤘: yOOO chill what has he done
[8:21 PM] From Bestie😺😸: have you seen this
[8:22 PM] From Bestie😺😸: sent a photo
[8:22 PM] From Bestie😺😸: sent a photo
At first, you were confused as to why your friend is texting you about trying to murder your sweet boyfriend…but you now know why. The first picture included a shot of a girl, holding hands with someone. They were both in the street, looking like they were having fun. You’re still confused as to why it had something to do with your boyfriend…but then it hit you. The second one hit you. The person who took the original photo was able to get a good photo of them…and…in that moment, your heart broke. You could feel it breaking. The two shared a lovely kiss. The girl, you still didn’t know. The boy? Joshua. You knew it was Joshua, just by the way he looked. He was….happy. Your heart stopped for a second, tears rolling and building up in your eyes.
[8:22 PM] From Bestie😺😸: i’m so mad at him…you don’t deserve this at all…you really don’t…
[8:22 PM] From Y/n👽🤘: have people said it was him??
[8:22 PM] From Bestie😺😸: people got to pass them..they took photos…..and they said it was him 100% y/n i’m so sorry….😭
[8:23 PM] From Bestie😺😸: sent a photo
[8:23 PM] From Bestie😺😸: y/n are you there?? you want me to come round??
You sat there in complete silence, stunned by what you just saw. The third photo took was definitely him. You saw his light brown hair, the little cross earring he had, the little eevee smile he had…the girl looked awfully familiar too…it wasn’t one of Josh’s friends…or Seventeen’s friends…it looked like someone from your….college. It then hit you; it was a girl, in your homeroom class. They both have the same smile, and the same eye crease. Eye colour, hair colour, little moles on her neck and face, everything matched up your memory and her face. You just sat there in complete laconism, your heart slowing down, letting the multitude of tears fall. You couldn’t do anything about it. You needed to clear your mind and get out of the apartment. And quick.
[8:30 PM] From Y/n👽🤘: i can’t fucking be in here anymore i’m coming round to yours
[8:20 PM] From Bestie😺 😸: ok just make sure you’re round quick it’s getting darker and darker by the minute
You sighed, your eyes still letting the tears fall. Again, you couldn’t do anything. You felt powerless, loveless…everything -less under the sun. You were suddenly drained of your happiness. Everything in your being was crashing and crumbling down, your whole love life with Joshua…was a lie? You got up from the sofa, placing your shoes on. You were halfway through putting them on, when you heard the lock go, a turn of a key, and the swoosh of the front door opening. Joshua. He seemed to be happy to see you. The other way round….not so fucking much.
“Y/n, you here? I got–”
“Joshua…how….how could you?”
“How could I what?”
“You know what you did, you asshole….”
Walking into the front room to see you, he saw what was remained of your lively, bubbly you. A drained, angry, confused, upset and depressed you. His facial expression changed from being a solid smile, to an equally as confused and woeful frown.
“Babe, what happened, are you ok? Did I do anything wrong?”
“You did something…so…fucking awful…”
“What– oh..no…you saw it…”
“What?! Was your loving girlfriend, who was waiting at home for you, not supposed to see you getting all giddy and lovey dovey with another girl?! And…she was someone I knew too!! Hong Jisoo you’re…you’re just the worst!!”
“Y-Y/n I can–”
“Explain? Yes, I would love an explanation as to why you thought it was a good idea to cheat on me! I would also like an explanation about our relationship! Was it all a lie?! Was everything just in my head? Why would…why would you break my heart like that…? I thought you loved me….I really thought you loved me….I guess not…. I guess that was all a lie…just to cover up for your ass fucking me over with another girl….did she know you had me…?”
“Answer the fucking question Hong! Did she know?”
Those words hit you, just like bullets. Your heart was an open wound, that just kept on bleeding. You shook your head, a smile that could only be described as a merciless and soul-less smile. You scoffed a little, giving him one of the dirtiest looks you could ever give him. This wasn’t a joke anymore. You even felt your heart hurt every time you looked at him. Grabbing your bag, your coat and your keys, a cold and hurt sigh left your mouth, as you scanned him and down, the hatred in your eyes was real.
“I hope you’re happy, Joshua. We’re over. I don’t want to speak to you ever again. You know what…right now…I realised something.”
Nothing came out of his mouth, tears still streaming down his face.
“My friend was right…all the good, loving boys always have something to fucking hide. And in the end, they break your heart. Just like you did right now. Goodbye Josh, tell your new girl I’ll see her in class on monday.”
“Y/n wait!! I can explain, if you just let me!!”
He shouted, grabbing your attention, just before you grabbed the door handle. You saw him run quickly up the hallway, feeling his hand grab your wrist. A look of utter disgust appeared on your face as you turned back to him.
“Get…off me. Don’t you see? We’re over now. And if you couldn’t tell by now…Joshua hong I hate you.”
Your cold atmosphere was now provided by not only the cold bitter air from outside, but your heart too. You walked outside to the hallway, running to the elevator. Joshua..was still inside the apartment, standing by the door. His hands made their way to his face, wiping his tears. This morning…you two were loving to each other….now you hate Josh…how did this…all happen? By the time you were downstairs and exiting the apartment block, Joshua decided to run after you. Whether he would change your mind, he was running after you either way. You made your way to your friends house, when you could hear your name being called, by the same voice you didn’t want to hear ever again. That voice stabbed you multiple times, jogging different happy memories of you two. You gulped, before feeling the tears run down your face again.
“Y/n!! Y/n, wait please!!!”
You heard the voice getting closer and closer, so the faster you walked. The closer the voice got, the faster you walked. You didn’t want to hear his voice anymore, so you called your friend. You placed the phone up to your ear, looking for him. You could see him in the crowd you just walked through, trying to get through as well.
“Y/n? Where are you?”
“I’m on the way to yours…he’s behind me…I can hear him…is there any way of you meeting me before?”
Joshua was tired. He was tired of running, crying, everything. To you, this was his way of getting rid of you…to him..this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to get you flowers, and come home to you. All he wanted to do was to hold you in his arms, and just hold you. that’s all. That’s all he want’s to do with you. He loves you too much to let you go, and he wasn’t going to let you go this time. Not at all. Seeing you pick up your pace, made him pick up pace. He was still calling your name out at any given moment, wiping his eyes while he ran to you. You were his other half, his other source of happiness. When half of him is gone, how could he live as one?
“I’m ok now…I think I lost him….”
You say, walking across the road. Everything seemed to be peaceful again. To you, there weren’t any problems. Nothing. No problems, nothing. And yes, you somehow lost Joshua, good. You were calming down a lot, hearing your friend on the other line, being so close to her house too. All you wanted was just love and support from her, nobody else. You were…also distracted. You were paranoid, you were anxious, you were everything under the sun. You were so distracted…that you stood in the road. In the middle of a god damn road. You were that calm about hearing your friend…that you forgot that you were in a road. Luckily, the lights were red. Then went to orange, then to green. No cars came. Good. Wait, in the distance, there were two strong lights coming from the side of the road you were on. You were still on the phone, facing the other way. The lights came closer and closer, but you still didn’t see them. Someone did though. Closer and closer, faster and faster. You heard people shout to get out the way, but it seemed like it was just too late. You finally turned around, but a look of utter shock and fear decorated your face. You were about to be…pushed to the side? Yes, you were pushed out the way by something…or someone. Falling to the ground, you heard your bag and your phone skid across to the pavement, while in the background…it happened again. lying with your face on the ground, you heard that sickening but….calming voice call out your name…one last time before utter silence reigned upon the corners of the street. It was…Joshua. One last time, he saw you, before the car came.
Bang. Bam. Crash. The sound of a heavy object hitting the car filled your ears, along with the voice you just heard. Joshua. Your eyes immediately widened, hearing people scream and rush over to the scene, and you. Sitting up with the help of a businessman, you shook your head, feeling blood dripping down. You hit your head on the curb as you fell. You could already feel the tears dropping down onto the ground, and you didn’t even see what had happened. Then, you looked up. A hand to your mouth, a hand out to Joshua on the ground. The car windshield was smashed into a million tiny pieces, with the front of car being heavily damaged too.
“Oh…oh dear god no…no!!”
You screamed out, the look of grief and misery upon your face, escorted by what was now waterfalls instead of tears coming down your face. You got up, but jerked a little, causing you to fall back down again. An injured ankle was diverting you from seeing Joshua, but you weren’t going to let that stop you. Steadily getting up, inducing and enduring the pain, you ran over to Joshua, who laid still, as if he was sleeping. You…crash down next to him, seeing his angelic face, perfectly still on the concrete. His eyes didn’t move, not even once, but yours were moving in a million different directions, scanning his body. Blood was drenching his clothes, and his head was surrounded in a puddle of the crimson liquid, the puddle getting larger and larger with every second that passed. You grabbed his hand, holding it to your face.
“Joshua…please…no…you can’t leave…I love you so much…please no……”
Everything that happened this day went out the window. You realise that you…still loved Joshua. You really still loved him. Whatever happened, it’s forgotten. Your focus wasn’t getting to your friend’s house. Oh, no. Your focus was just wanting Joshua to stay alive. You wanted him here with you for the next…however many years you lived, no matter if he was able to walk or not. No matter if he couldn’t even move. You just wanted him there, with you. Now, it was fair play, either him winning and living, and him losing and dying. You were still by his side by the time the ambulance came, the two vans treating you. Of course, his ambulance was the first to leave, but you stayed at the scene, wishing you were with Joshua at this time. Your friend managed to get to you…but only when you were in the hospital, being treated for your wounds. She rushed into the ward you were in, hoping to find you. And there you were. Sitting in a wheelchair, with your foot propped up, and a bandage around your head. Your eyes and mind still had the look that you gave Joshua as you saw him on the road. Still full of shock, disbelief and grief.
“Y/n! I’m so happy that you’re ok!! What happened?!”
Your friend was shaking, tears forming in her eyes too. The doctor that treated you came out of the double doors, walking up to you and your friend. You head, still hung low, as if you were still where he was, lying in the road, holding his hand.
“I’m afraid your friend and another person was involved in a car accident. Luckily, your friend was able to get out the way, but that can’t be said for the other person. Do you happen to know a mr. Hong Jisoo?”
Her face dropped, and your heart dropped to the floor. Now the tears were really rolling for your friend. The doctor sat her down, explaining in detail about what happened, while you just sat there.The tv played out the incident, too.
“News just in, Hong Jisoo, member of the ‘self-producing’ idol group Seventeen, has been involved in a car accident, on the corner of Paekche Institute of the Arts. No news has been retrieved of his current state, but there was another person injured in the accident. More on the story, as it goes along.”
Everything was going so slowly. Nothing was moving in front of you. No visible feet, just slowly moving blurs. Your eyes were still being flooded with tears, the lump in your throat making it incredibly hard to breathe. THis was so heartbreaking to hear, because…what about the fans? How would they be reacting right now? What would they do? You know what else is heartbreaking? The members. They knew he went out to see you, and they were probably in the dorms. You wondered what their reaction would be. You wondered…if they would be ok. Out of all of this, you just wanted Joshua to survive. You just wanted him to survive. You just wanted him to…survive. The ward became eerily quiet. Something struck you in your heart, but you weren’t sure of what happened. Everything was in slow motion; the two double doors, the same one that the doctor came out of, swung open, with multiple doctors coming out. Heads down low, hands in front, masks still on.
Bang. That last bullet, that would break you and your heart for good. This wasn’t the news you hoped for at all. You didn’t want this to happen at all. This wasn’t supposed to happen. At all. Just as the doctors came, your heart broke even more, seeing the other members come in through the front door, with different bodyguards protecting them from the paparazzi. Everything became silent again. Nobody spoke. Not even the doctors. Until one doctor came through. Everyone looked to the doctor, who also had tears in his eyes, clear his throat, looking to everyone in the room.
“O-On behalf of my team…it is without our deepest regrets…that we announce that..Hong Jisoo..has passed away at 10:18 PM.”
10:18 PM. That’s the time that you saw multiple doctors break down, then get back to work. That’s the same time you saw 12 boys break down in tears. That’s the same time that your friend felt her heart broke for the first time. That’s the first time you felt your heart leave your body. You had no heart left. You felt heartless. That’s the time where the other half of you slipped away, and you couldn’t live as one anymore.
summary: (Y/N) needs a wedding date. jughead is the only one available. small problem- they aren’t on good terms.
(((author’s note: i’ll try to release new parts daily but i don’t even know if you’re all enjoying this but i’m loving writing this so i’m sorry, you’ll have to put up with new parts whilst i avoid writing the final part for the parent trap. i hope you enjoy reading this part.)))
“Stop switching stations.” (Y/N) grumbled, keeping her eyes on the road.
“Stop switching stations.” Jughead mimicked her voice, causing her to let out a scoff. Using her right hand, (Y/N) switched off the car radio.
The pair sat in silence for awhile, the only noise was the other cars on the highway passing by. (Y/N) let out a groan as Jughead proceeded to switch the radio back on and flick through the stations, increasing the volume every time he did so, purposely trying to get a rise out of (Y/N).
“Can you please stop?” she groaned “Use the bloody AUX cord.”
“No, can do. Tryna save my battery.”
“I’m going to rip my hair out.” she mumbled under her breath.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Sorry, sweet cheeks.”
“Don’t call me that either.”
“Well, sweetheart, I need to call you something otherwise we won’t be very believable.”
Hello! Could you do a DK angst (ft. Hoshi) scenario where you like DK (your best friend) and when you go to confess to him he rejects you and he says things like "why would I like someone like you?!" And when he goes to confess to the girl he likes, it goes the same way which causes him to realize he actually likes you but you end up being with Hosh (other best friend) when he goes to apologize and yeahh. Thank you!
((This was a long time coming! I know that! It was a challenge for me to get into this and I don’t think I made it angsty enough, I’m sorry. I tried my hardest to stick to the request, but I may have tweaked a few things here and there, otherwise it would have had a really jilted ending. Um…yeah, sorry for the wait! That was terrible of me!))
Pairing: DKxReader Ft. Hoshi
Word Count: 7,956 (Holy shIT!)
Summary: It’s a difficult thing, being infatuated with the sun. He shines so bright for everyone, but you’re selfish enough to want him only for yourself. You think you have a chance of having him…until you get burned.
A random beep is heard from somewhere, and an old box is found, weighing her arms down.
In the box, there is a tape recorder, an old cell phone, and dusty love letters that were never sent, and few were still intact, the others scribbled all over or crumpled.
There are lone photos of a boy she didn’t recognize, and the photo was cut on the edge, as if he’d been standing next to someone who he cut out.
After, this house was old, and judging by the dates on the letters, this person had left a while ago.
She picks up one of the letters, the one under the cut photo. His writing is decipherable, as smudged as the pen is.
I miss you. How are you doing? I’m sorry this took so long, my schedules were just hectic and I couldn’t work a single thing out.
The post office gave me the other few letters I’d sent. Said you rejected them.
I hope you’re alright. Please pick up your phone.
It was a short note, and it being the oldest one there, she began reading the other ones that followed.
Many of them had the same gist from ‘Joshua’, and some might have even been considered poetic. It hurt her heart, but she couldn’t help but wonder if this was genuine unrequited love, or if he was actually a creepy stalker.
She picked up the most recent one in the pile, as it was the only one that could be read.
It was Vernon and DK’s birthday’s today.
The doctors said I’d be receiving a letter from you next week. I hope that it’s good news.
Please stay safe. Don’t give up on me yet.
Flipping the paper over, a big red ‘Return to Sender’ stamp was on its front.
You picked up the lone tape recorder and cellphone in the box. The cellphone was unresponsive until you attempted charging it. Leaving the phone, you watched as the tape recorder made a noise.
Hey.. Um, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’m not good with words, but.. I’m worried about you. I feel like there’s something you aren’t telling me, and if you don’t want to, that’s fine, but please don’t—
Click. The tape recorder stopped, and after some fidgeting, it started once again.
—lie to me. All I’ve done is suffer heartache on top of heartache for you, and if you don’t want to deal with me anymore, then that’s fine, but don’t leave me hanging like this. God, I don’t even think this will reach you, but if it does, please pick up your phone.
You fiddled with it again for a few seconds, but the tape ended there.
The phone was alive, however, even after being stuffed in a box for that long. Thankfully, there was no password. In fact, the only thing that appeared at the top of the notifications was ‘Voicemail storage is full. Please delete saved messages to free storage space.’
Tapping on it, it took you to where 69 recordings were stored, and upon listening to some of them, they all seemed to have the same desperate gist of longing and adoration for this person.
Remembering February 18th, however, you went to the last recording, which was on February 25th.
His voice was much clearer here, and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
There’s no point in me doing this anymore, I know.
Your phone will be disconnected soon, and I’ll have to brace myself for when that happens. I can’t help but feel that it’s my fault this happened.
I’m sorry I wasn’t better. I’m sorry I couldn’t help you. I’m sorry I ruined your death certificate ‘cause I ended up c-crying all over it.
His voice wavered.
The next time I see you will be in a coffin, and that’s n-not how I wanted it to be between us. The d-doctors should have told me you died months earlier, and I-I hate it!
I’m sorry. I love you. Goodbye.
The recording stopped, and that itself caused the phone to crash, taking you back to the home screen, where you noticed a picture of a smiling couple.
You laughed, holding up the picture of Joshua. “I’m sorry I had to lie to you. I miss you too.”