Lost In Translation (PT. 1)

Missing You - Bang Chan

Purely a work of Fiction.

Word Count: 2,100

Pairings: Bang Chan x Reader

Warnings: Miscarriage mention, angsty

All dialogue is in Korean unless otherwise specified.

A/N: Recently got into Stray Kids and needed to write some Channie, there isn't nearly enough. Also, Part 2?

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Your POV

Screaming filled your ears as you watched the boys enter the stage. Your eyes immediately searching for your ex-love. He still held your heart even though he was completely unaware. The breakup was messy. You couldn’t stand all the hate you were getting just because he chose to love you. He didn’t want that and said stuff to fans but nothing seemed to stop the damage to your mental health. It became so bad that you decided the best course of action was to leave. That was the last thing Chan or any of the guys wanted. They all loved you and loved having you around. Not only were you the love of Chan’s life, you were the boy's best friend. You became part of their small family and had a place in each of their hearts. While you weren’t able to keep in touch with Chan as it was too painful, you managed to keep in contact with a few of the guys. That’s how you were here. Hannie had texted you as soon as he found out they were performing near home. He got you VIP tickets and everything. You told him that you weren’t sure you’d be able to show up. Never fully committing until about 4 hours ago. So here you stood. All dressed up waiting to see your family. It’d been almost 3 years since you broke up with Chan, and you finally followed each other on socials again, thanks to the guys.

As the concert ended a guard came out of the back and nodded to you. Making sure you weren’t spotted had become a secret skill you developed over the years. You made your way over to him and showed him your badge to identify yourself. He slowly led you around the darkness backstage. You heard them before you saw them. All just standing around. Hannie kept looking around hopeful, he was the first to spot you. “Y/N!” Before you knew it he was running at you and lifting you off the ground in a hug. You giggled as you hugged him tightly back, “ Hi Hannie.” Before your feet touched the ground the others were surrounding you, each calling that they were next to hug you.

After hugging all of them, only one remained. He hadn’t joined the group in running over to you. Not what you had hoped. They were all talking so fast you were having issues understanding everything. Then the voice you missed so much cut through the air, “ We should get back home guys.” He wasn’t even going to attempt to say hi? Your heart plummeted. Maybe you really had lost him. Thinking that you lost him completely devastated you, before you dated he was your best friend and he was the person you thought you were going to marry. They all nodded in agreement. You nodded your head, “ Then I better get going-” You were cut off, “ No, you’re coming to hang out. We missed you too much.” Surprised you nodded, “ Alright. Just like old times. I’ll drive and park a few streets away?” Hannie smiled at you as he nodded.

Pulling into an all too familiar parking area you put your car in park and turned it off. You let out a shaky breath not sure if your heart could handle it. Shaking out of the funk you got out and started walking. Luckily their apartments were super close to each other, same floor and everything. All of a sudden standing at their doors you weren’t sure whose to knock on. You used to be able to just use your key and go into 3RACHA’S apartment. You gave the key back when you and Chan broke up. Luckily you didn’t have to make a decision. The door to 3RACHA’s apartment opened and Changbin peaked his head out, “ She’s here!” He hollered back into the apartment before reaching for your wrist and pulling you inside.

Inside the apartment all the guys sat around in the living room, relaxing onto any furniture or the floor. It brought back so many fond memories. You noticed that one was missing and a look crossed your face. The look was noticed immediately by Hyunjin, “ He’s in his room. We hadn’t told him you were going to be there.” That made you groan, “ Guys!” Seungmin put his hands up in surrender, “ Hey, don’t blame us. He told us not to talk to him about you.” Your shoulders fell as your purse hit the couch and you crossed the room to sit on the floor in front of the couch, “ What?” They all nodded, “What do you mean?”

“ He told us you were a forbidden topic if he was around.” This news made your stomach sink. So he had no idea what you were up to these days. That broke your made up world inside your head, you had always thought that he kept tabs on you like you did him, but no. He couldn’t even stand the topic of you. “You okay Noona?” Your gaze flicked over to I.N. “Yeah, fine.” You smiled at the young Maknae across from you. A hand rested on your shoulder and squeezed. You covered the hand with your own smiling back at Felix behind you on the couch.

You spent the next few hours catching up with the guys, playing games and watching movies. One by one they said their goodbyes and headed to their own rooms within the two apartments. Finally it was just you and Hannie left in the living room. “Shit, it’s like 1 am.” Hannie said all of a sudden. “Crap. I’ll head out.” He shook his head, “ No, stay here. Like old times?” You smiled at him, “ I think I’m too tired to drive anyway.” He smiled and got up and left the room. He came back with 2 pillows and 3 blankets, remembering how you like to sleep. “Thank you Hannie.” He reached down and patted your head, “ Goodnight Y/n.” You got all the pillows situated in the way you liked and quickly fell asleep sprawled out on the living room floor.

You bolted upright, chest heaving, having a hard time catching your breath. You heard fast footsteps and almost immediately a light turned on and someone was staring at you. As your eyes adjusted you realized it was Channie, staring at you in just his boxers. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.” He ran a hand through his hair, “ You still have nightmares?” Letting out the inhale to a deep breath, “ Yeah. They never really went away.” He moved a bit closer, “ They were gone for almost a year.” You nodded, not trusting your voice. “They started again after you left?” A tear falling down your cheek. “ Yeah, uh, the memories of a miscarriage never really go away Channie” The nickname left your mouth without even thinking. He nodded the memories of the aftermath flooding his brain. You hadn’t even known you were pregnant. Then the cramps got really bad, so bad that he rushed you to the ER thinking that maybe your appendix burst or something. They did a lot, but confirmed all the symptoms were because you were having a miscarriage. That was what broke you the most. The news that you miscarried was leaked and everyone was blaming you. It broke you so much you had to leave. You had to let go of the love of your life. “Y/n?”

Hearing your name in his voice brought you back, except this time he was right in front of you holding your hand and talking, “ Breathe. In. Out.” It took you a minute to recognize that you were having a panic attack. They happen a lot these days. Seeing him in front of you made you snap back into reality. You pulled your hand from his and brought your knees to your chest. A defeated look crossed his face. He shook his head, like he was shaking away a thought. Without a word he stood up and walked back to his room, leaving the light on for you.

Chan’s POV

He was sleeping soundly when he heard such a familiar sound that brought him right out of it. He didn’t even think when he got up and ran out to find the noise. That's when he turned on the light and saw you bolt up from the floor. He heard her apologize in that angelic voice of hers. Surprised at the sound of his own voice he asked about her nightmares. They were nonexistent during their last year together. That's when he heard the word. The word that was the cause of everything he loved being taken from him, “The memories of a miscarriage never really go away Channie.” Hearing that name from her lips felt like heaven to him and he hated it. He remembered everything about that day and the weeks that followed were swallowed up with grief over something they never even got to celebrate. By the time he snapped out of the memories he could tell you were having a panic attack. Without thinking he rushed over and grabbed your hand in his. Your soft hands felt so nice against his, oh how he missed you so much. “Breath. In Out.” He found himself instructing you to breathe, must be muscle memory he thought to himself. You seemed to finally snap out of it. You pulled your hand from his and proceeded to make yourself as small as possible, but so far away from him. It felt like his heart broke all over again as you pulled away from him. He felt like he was going to cry so he stood up and walked to his room without another word.

Your POV

You never fell back to sleep after that. You stayed sitting there thinking and thinking. As daylight creeped in through the curtains you heard a familiar door squeak. A small smile graced your lips knowing they never bothered to fix Hannie’s door. “You’re up?” He said as he walked into the kitchen. You didn’t respond, only nodded. A few minutes went by before he was in front of you handing you a steaming mug of coffee. He lowered himself to sit on the floor next to you. “I had a nightmare.” You started without looking up from your mug. You could feel his eyes on you, prompting you to go on. “He came running to me.” This time you looked over to your best friend to see a look of utter surprise on his face. Hannie couldn’t tell you, but sometimes Chan would be calling for you in his sleep. Especially while on tour. But he felt like it wasn’t his place to tell you this. Shifting to face him, “I never told you what made us break up for good did I?” Hannie shook his head. Sure, the rumor of the miscarriage was heard but he knew if you were pregnant, you would have told him. He watched as you set your mug on the side table.

“I had a miscarriage.” The shock that he felt was indescribable.

“What?”

You pulled your knees to your chest before continuing. “I had a miscarriage, Hannie. We didn’t even know I was pregnant at the time. It got out and the fans, they were ruthless. I couldn’t take it and neither could he. I couldn’t stand to see how upset he was all the time. So, I thought the best thing to do was leave.” His heart broke for both of his best friends.

“Why on earth would you think that?!”

“SHH. Hannie.”

“No, why? It’s not like you stopped loving him, right?” The look in his eyes he was hurt, not only for you but for Chan and how heartbroken he was after you left.

Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes, "Sometimes it's not that you stop loving them, but you know they deserve better so you let them go. Although it was for the best it still doesn't stop the ache in your chest. I miss him Hannie, so fucking much. And seeing him again brought it all back. I don’t think I can do this.”

You didn't know it but someone else was awake and lingering in the hallway listening to your confession to Hannie. Chan held his breath. He missed you too. So much that he didn’t know what to do with himself. Knowing you still loved him gave him the motivation he needed. He knew he needed to get you back, somehow.

In which you realize you don't have to be perfect around Seungmin.

Hurt/comfort. (wrote this while listening to fine line so i do recommend listening to it hehe)

"I bought snacks for our movie night!" Seungmin excitedly announces, strutting inside your room with a grin on his face.

You snap your head towards him, guilt already cursing through your veins. "Was it tonight?"

"Yeah, did you forget?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"No, no. Um... I just- I need to finish this essay first and..." your eyes rack frantically through your desk- everything looks so disorganized to you right now. "And I... I didn't wash the dishes from yesterday," you scratch your hand uncomfortably, suddenly recalling everything you are behind in. "And I promised I'll make you cookies, didn't I?" you ask, growing more agitated with each word.

You abruptly stand up, dropping your pen and darting towards the kitchen. Your hands are shaking as you rapidly grab a bowl from the sink to start washing it. But you can't hold it still and it falls to the ground, the loud thud echoing through your home.

You are behind on everything- your work, your cleaning, your promises.

"Yn?" Seungmin calls out your name cautiously but you don't answer him, too lost in your own thoughts. When did you let things go this much? You forgot your date with Seungmin, but you weren't one to forget. You're the one who remembers every single detail, making sure that everything runs smoothly.

But the stress of finals has taken a toll on you. It was hard to catch your breath when you felt like you were crumbling down under the weight of your self-deprecating thoughts.

And you don't want Seungmin to see you this way- anything short of perfect. He'd criticize you too, right? Like everyone before him did.

"Baby, breathe," he places his hand gently on your shoulder and you freeze in your place. Your hands are tightly clutching the countertop, and you don't dare to turn around and face him.

"I'm okay," you reply, willing your voice to be strong.

"Are you really ?" he asks you softly and you look up at the ceiling in a useless attempt to stop your tears from falling.

Seungmin didn't need you to talk. He simply glances at your tense shoulders and your foot that's furiously tapping the floor, and he knows. He has his answer.

Your back is still facing him, so he slowly wraps his arms around you from behind. His chin resting gently on top of your shoulder.

"I'm sorry I'm not perfect," you finally whisper after a few beats of silence.

"Who says I want perfect?"

"I just... Everything went wrong and I... I feel as if I let you down," you admit quietly and you expect Seungmin to let you go and turn away. But he doesn't, instead he tightens his hold on you and you almost can't believe it. He's staying.

"You didn't let me down. You are only human, I don't expect you to be put together all the time. Imagine how boring that would be," he adds with a chuckle and you smile despite yourself, your hand slowly raising up to rest on top of his.

"We'll wash the dishes together. And we'll bake the cookies together. But you'll work on your essay alone because why did you choose such a hard major," he jokes and you swat his hand playfully in reply.

"But I'm here," he turns you around, his eyes finally locking with yours. "We pick each other up when the other is down."

Seungmin gently wipes your tears away, before leaning in to place a soft kiss on your forehead. His lips linger in there for a couple more seconds than necessary, and you almost cry from the relief that's flooding your being. He stayed.

"You don't have to pretend around me. If you are feeling overwhelmed, just tell me, okay?"

"Okay," you smile at him and he nods, satisfied.

"Now..." Seungmin smiles mischievously at you and you know there is a twisted plan brewing in his head. Your suspicions are confirmed when he suddenly bends down and picks you up. He runs towards the living room where he throws you on the couch, and then he's on top of you, tickling you until you can't breathe anymore.

"How dare you forget about our movie night! I should be your one and only priority!"

"I'm sorry!" you yell through your giggles, but Seungmin doesn't yield. He keeps on tickling you until your cheeks ache from how hard you are laughing, and you're slowly starting to forget what made you so upset in the first place.

Truth is, Seungmin didn't mind that you forgot about your date. He just needed you to laugh again.

Hihi! I would like to request a husband!changbin x shy!reader where binnie gets home just to see reader touching herself, she starts to get super shy and starts to say sorry but binnie assures her that masturbation isn’t wrong. And then helps her finish 🤤

oh my god,,,, i am dead anon 🫠 thank u for ur request hehehe

𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌

⇝ 𝗌𝖾𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖻𝗂𝗇

✽ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀- 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉， 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅！𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋， 𝗁𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗒 𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾<𝟥， 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍／𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖽𝗈𝗆！𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗑 𝗌𝗎𝖻！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

✽ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌- 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗒，，，𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍， 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 （𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀）， 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 （𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖼）， 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍， 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 （𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒， 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍）（𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾）， 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎<𝟥 （𝗒𝗎𝖼𝗄）， 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄， 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾

✽ 𝖺／𝗇- 𝗂 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗍，，， 𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝗇 𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗈，， 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒𝗒𝖾𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒<𝟥

your mind was going absolutely insane. you teasing touches your giving to yourself as you lay back in your bed. your husband was the only thing on your mind. you missed him so much. he was running errands for the two of you.

finishing the last of the shopping, getting home way earlier than expected. you didn’t hear the front door open. you didn’t even hear him call out to you, announcing his presence. your bedroom door swinging open to a shocked changbin.

“b-binnie-“ you were caught completely off guard. you were mortified. you quickly covered yourself with the covers in hopes to save yourself of some embarrassment.

“what do we have here baby?” he walks to the bed quickly.

“i-i’m sorry- i didn’t think you’ll be home so soon.” you can’t look him in the eyes.

“no no baby- don’t apologize. why are you apologizing?” he cups your cheek making you look at him. you shake your head. your cheeks are bright red.

“binnie- i don’t know. i’m sorry-“ he kisses your lips, cutting you off.

“you have nothing to be sorry for. you’re doing something completely normal baby. want me to help you?” he asks you with a cheeky smile, rubbing your thigh. you nod quickly letting the covers fall from your body.

“can you show me sweetheart? i wanna see you.” your voice is quiet as you let a response. you’re nervous to show him what you were doing just before he got home.

“are y-you sure?” you ask him as your hand slowly moves back between your legs.

“yes baby. show me and then ill help my beautiful girl cum.” he kisses your neck softly.

“o-okay.” you slowly go back rubbing your clit softly as you throw your head back. you try to mask your moans but fail when he holds your waist.

“b-binnie- i missed you- so m-much.” he massages your waist causing more moans to slip from you. you rub your clit quicker.

“yea? tell me all about it.” you feel his finger pushing into your cunt as he smiles at you.

“needed you- so bad. love your h-hands binnie.” he just works his finger perfectly inside you.

“i know sweetheart. are you close baby?” he adds another finger as he watches you speed up on your clit.

“s-so close binnie.” he pulls you in to kiss him softly. his fingers felt so good inside you. curling at the perfect angle and moving in a delicious pace. his lips working against yours was enough to make you cum.

“cum for me baby.” he pulls away from your kiss to watch your face closely.

“i l-love you binnie!” your eyes are rolled in your head as you cum around his fingers. your cheeks are red as his eyes are watching you so intensely.

“i love you more baby.” he smiles at you as he pulls you into another kiss.

“let’s shower?” he asks grabbing your hand. he had completely forgot about the groceries downstairs.

“of course binnie.” you are so happy with the man you married<3

Perfect

Genre: light angst, fluff, suggestive

Cw: Dancer!Minho x Gn!Reader, cheating, past relationship trauma, minho is struggling to get over it, happy ending don't even worry, he's cute and awkward (my favourite min to write)

Wc: 4.8k

Summary: He wanted to not be affected by his past relationship, but it had been 7 months and he still couldn't just confess to you.

AN: This was so fun to write!! I contemplated going further at the end but I didn't think the whole fic was giving smut vibes you know, but let me know what you think!

"Min," you called from the comfort of his sofa, fingers tapping away on your phone while your other hand massaged the soft fur on Dori's head. The rhythmic purring created a tranquil melody in the room.

He glanced at you through the open doorway, your question interrupting his thoughts, and for a moment, his heart pumped at the domesticated scene before him so much that he almost forgot to reply.

He managed a thoughtful, "Yeah?"

"Why haven't you invited me to your party tomorrow?"

Oh.

Minho froze, feeling the weight of your gaze on him, watching his shoulders lift slightly. There was no room to pretend he hadn't just been caught off guard. It was in moments like this when he cursed your uncanny ability to speak your mind confidently, something that he had never been able to do.

The last thing he wanted to do right now was to reveal more than he was ready for- especially without confessing the unspoken feelings he had for you. Ones that he had been trying to push away. But he didn't want to offend you either.

"It's.. not a party," he mumbled, looking down at the unfinished sandwich he had been making. "More of.. a get together."

"With all your friends?" you scoffed, prompting him to glance up, meeting your now-intense gaze.

The phone had been abandoned in your pocket, and he felt a surge of discomfort at your sudden undivided attention. The desire to run away from the conversation tugged at him, the tempting option of faking a heart attack to get out of it seeming like the best one.

"Why don't you want them to meet me?"

"It's not that.." He began, the words faltering on his tongue, but despite his efforts to deny it, he knew it was exactly that.

One of Minho's past relationship had left him weary, the betrayal he had experienced had broken his trust and left him uneasy at the thought of opening up to anyone new. The wounds inflicted by his ex-partner's infidelity ran deep despite how much he tried to get over it as quickly as he could.

There was no time limit on grief and healing, he knew that, but he felt as if it had been long enough now- 7 months, and he was still so hung up on the feeling of someone who he thought was one of his closest friends and his girlfriend running around behind his back.

Despite his facade of indifference that he made sure to emphasize when they were both telling him they didn't mean to hurt him, Minho had made the painful decision to sever ties with both his friend Woojin and his ex-girlfriend the moment he discovered what was happening behind his back. For months, mind you, he didn't let himself he convinced by their cries.

They wouldn't have done it if they cared.

He had acted as if their actions hadn't fazed him, burying the hurt and anger deep within himself. But despite his attempts to move on and just forget, here he was, still thinking about it, still letting it linger.

As much as Minho tried to deny it, those ghosts still haunted him and hung over something potentially happening with you. The fear of being hurt again had tainted his view on introducing his friends and his love interests, causing him to view every interaction through a lens of suspicion and doubt. He couldn't shake the feeling that history might repeat itself, even though he felt that he could trust you- he knew that he could if he even stepped up and told you how he felt for you.

But.. he was just your friend. At the moment, he wouldn't even have an excuse for getting hurt again if you did happen to like one of his friends more than platonically.

He just couldn't do it. Not yet.

As he thought about the idea of introducing you to his friends, he found himself replaying memories of his past relationship, the signs of deception he had missed like when his girlfriend kept finding excuses to visit Woojin and have him come over. The thought of exposing you to his social circle filled him with dread, as if doing so would somehow invite the same pain and betrayal back into his life despite you not even being his girlfriend in the first place.

Even with his growing feelings for you, Minho couldn't silence the nagging voice in the back of his mind, whispering warnings of more hurting and avoiding his pain. Until he could just forget and move on, the prospect of introducing you to his friends remained something he didn't want to cross just yet.

And he also couldn't tell you all that.

"I didn't think you'd get along with them."

The words felt hollow to his own ears even as he was speaking them, and he knew by the look on your face that you knew he was lying. He knew it was a terrible excuse.

"If you don't want me there, it's okay," you replied calmly as you looked down, but there was a hint of dissapointment in your voice. "Just don't lie to me."

Minho felt a pang of guilt in his heart, he knew he owed you the truth- honestly, it was rich of him to withhold it from you when that's what caused all his pain and heartbreak in the first place.

Oh but he did want you there, he really did. But it couldn't be as a friend. It couldn't be as the girl from nextdoor, Minho's neighbour. He wanted you to be Minho's girlfriend, to be by his side, on his arm so that he could shield you away.

But he couldn't, of course, so he didn't invite you.

The thought of you mingling with his unfortunately attractive and funny friend group filled him with a sense of unease. He couldn't bear the idea of any of them showing interest in you, let alone the possibility of you reciprocating those feelings. The thought gnawed at him, that one of them could be better for you than him. One of them probably wouldn't keep you away and under wraps, trying to keep you all to themselves.

He knew that he had to confront his insecurities or let you in.. or let you go, just something. This current arrangement really wasn't working for anyone but him.

As you laughed to yourself and stood up, Minho felt something strange wash over him. He wanted to ask what was so amusing, to understand the thoughts racing through your mind, but the words caught in his throat when you looked up at him.

"Enjoy your party," you announced suddenly, your tone letting him know of the sadness in your words. Minho's heart sank as the realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

I want you there.

Just say it. Say it.

His feet were still planted in the kitchen and his mouth was still sewn shut as his front door clicked shut gently behind you.

Fuck.

It wasn't a party, it was a get together, he was definitely right about that. In his mind parties usually contain more than 8 people, and they.. party? This was just him and his friends messing about at his house, a get together if you will.

But Minho felt awful, he couldn't stomach the fact that you might be mad at him, or that he might've made you think he was embarrassed or ashamed to introduce you to his friends.

"Lighten up," Jisung laughed, passing him yet another beer. "Or tell me what's wrong."

"I'm not gonna talk even if you get me drunk," he scoffed, taking it anyway- he already was tipsy but he was confident in his ability to not blabber while drunk.

"Is it cause the girl from next door isn't here?" Seungmin smiled coyly, a delightful addition to the conversation.

"No," he defended, obviously too quick for it to be a natural lie, but he wasn't going to let up.

The girl from next door.

See, that's what he didn't want, he didn't want you to just be the girl from next door. He wanted it to be y/n, his girlfriend, who happens to also live next door.

The one who let him rant and rant about his ex girlfriend, who comforted him and told him it was okay for him to be upset and hurt- the only one he truly told that he was upset and hurt. The one who knows his cats and his house inside out, who always offers to help him and give him company, who laughs at his jokes when he knows they're not funny, who planted all your favourite flowers in his garden that you had to tend to- he suspected it was an excuse to come over but of course he didn't care, it made the view outside his window pretty, especially when you were there.

The one he really really likes, despite it all.

"Where is she again?" Felix asked, popping his head into the conversation, prompting Minho to shift uncomfortably in his seat.

"She's busy," he shrugged, taking a swig from his bottle and hoping they weren't going to notice the redness of his ears.

"Doing what?"

Seungmin again, with that stupid smirk.

"She didn't say, I don't know, why would I know?"

"Alright, I got it."

The sensation of two hands shaking him from behind the couch startled him, causing him to jolt slightly and spilling beer over his shirt. He blinked, trying to process the unexpected interruption.

"Why don't you tell her how you feel already?" the voice laughed, tone filled with a mix of teasing and just a plain urge for him to stop torturing himself.

Minho's heart skipped a beat. They knew? They all knew?

Well, if they didn't, Chan certainly didn't leave room for misinterpretation.

There was no escaping it now, their knowing looks trapping him inside his head. The truth hung heavy in the air, demanding to be acknowledged.

"I- I don't.." he started, his words struggling to articulate his thoughts and fuck now he was blushing and they were all going to tease him about it and never let it die. With a sudden surge of panic, he jumped up from his seat, eager for an escape.

"I'm getting a new shirt."

As Minho climbed the stairs, grumbling under his breath, the echoes of laughter from his living room bounced up the walls.

Felix followed him up, a soft sound of a knock on his door and a short grunt from Minho as he was pulling off his shirt.

"We're just joking." He smiled, always so bright and cheerful.

"Yeah," he shrugged, pursing his lips, "I know."

"There's nothing wrong with having feelings for her."

"Yeah I know," he huffed, bringing his hand up to rub at his red cheeks that he hid from Felix by facing the opposite direction- digging through his drawers for another shirt.

The younger man sat on the edge of his bed, kicking his feet gently, eyeing the way that Minho was turned away. Yet another attempt from him to hide.

"You're allowed to move on, it's been long enough."

"Yeah.."

It has, right? It's been more than half a year, why is he still dwelling on what happened? He's sure the two of them aren't hung up on him after cheating on him.

"I know."

You spotted a man leaning against Minho's wall, his posture relaxed and yet commanding- in a gentle way. A surge of curiosity washed over you as you observed him, realizing that this was one of his friends, one that he for some reason didn't want to meet you. He seemed nice enough.

From his physique, it was evident that he was athletic, his muscular build contrasting with Minho's somewhat leaner frame. He had been getting bigger lately though, especially within the last few weeks.

...

It was hard not to notice.

Really, how weren't you supposed to see? It was like everytime you saw him coming home from the gym he was wearing one of those tight black shirts that accentuated everyth-

As if sensing your gaze, the man looked up and caught your eye. A warm smile spread across his face, accompanied by a friendly wave. You returned the gesture with a smile of your own.

The mystery friend beckoned you over, a sense of intrigue pulling you away from the mindless crochet you had been engrossed in. With a slight skip in your step, you abandoned the half-finished blanket for Doongie and headed to the door.

A wry smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you took in the irony. Even when you were mad at him, he was still so present- in everything. You couldn't help but be reminded of him in the simplest of activities. The thought brought a mixture of exasperation and longing.

Despite the uncertainties of whatever it was that was lingering between you and Minho at the moment, there was a glimmer of excitement in the prospect of connecting with his friend, if only for a moment before you were banished away again.

Banished may be a strong word, but it's how you felt.

You just couldn't wrap your head around why he didn't want you to meet his friends. He'd already met yours and it went great, they all loved him. Your neighbour had met your parents, even, helped them move their luggage from the car when he noticed then from the kitchen window when they came to stay with you for a weekend.

What a nice man, they had said.

"I'm Chris," the mystery man smiled, holding his hand out.

You took it gladly, "y/n, you're a friend of Min's?"

He nodded, "yeah, we dance together."

"That's so cool! How long have you been dancing for?"

One of Minhos dance friends, from his team you're guessing, he vaguely mentions them every once in a while, not that he ever gives you any information about them that you don't have to pry out of his grasp.

"Like.. years, I can't remember a time when I didn't dance."

You smiled, "that's great that you're so passionate, are you all dancers?"

He saw you looking towards the back door, a longing expression dancing across your features slightly- not wanting to reveal how much it had hurt your feelings that he didn't want you there.

"Yeah we're all dancers," Chan smiled sympathetically, he wasn't sure what was going on between you two, but it didn't take a genius to figure out you weren't happy about not being in there with the rest of them. "He didn't tell you?"

"I knew he had dancer friends but that was it."

He nodded, a thoughtful pout flashing across his lips. "Come in?"

"Oh.. no," you quickly laughed, failing at not letting your new acquaintance know you were troubled. "Min didn't invite me and I don't.. you know, it'd be rude."

"He didn't invite you?"

"No," you smiled with a pityful giggle.

Chan's brain was whirring, trying to put things together in his head- he'd said you were busy and that was why you weren't there. But you didn't seem to be busy at all, frankly. And now it's revealed that Minho didn't even invite you?

"Why wouldn't he?"

"That's what I thought," you agreed, tossing your wrists out, "I asked him a few days ago and he just made up some stupid reason."

Chris tutted, entertaining the beginning of your rant with a smile on his face as he gestured for you to continue.

Something tipped him off that you had some things to say about the situation.

"He said he was worried I wouldn't get along with you guys?"

"Stupid," he nodded.

"Yes! Thank you, I mean, it's not the end of the world if one of you didn't like me.. you know, and he's- Minho's met all of my friends and he's met my parents and I don't even know your names? "

"Damn, he doesn't mention us at all?" Chan laughed, his dimples making an appearance as he laughed at your huffed expression.

You smiled exasperatedly, "I practically know nothing."

He opened his mouth to reply, but your eyes spotted a second man who peeked his head out of the front door to see where your new friend had gone.

You waved immediately, catching his attention- and causing Chan to turn back to see who you had found.

"Oh Changbin, this is y/n," he cocked his head, and you didn't miss the questioning look he sent Chan at the mention of your name.

"Not busy?"

"Well, I was crocheting a little cat blanket 5 minutes ago but I'd much rather be talking to you guys," you smiled warmly.

"Ahh nice to meet you then," he grinned- shaking your hand, "you got a cat?"

"No, it's for Doongie, but don't tell Min."

"Surprise?"

"It won't be, but also I'm mad at him at the moment."

They laughed, leaning against the wall as you stayed your side of the painted white fence.

Your neighbour had helped you paint it actually, dropped everything to assist you as soon as you'd mentioned in a passing comment that you were tired of the reddish woodstain of it.

Navigating the emotional signals that Minho sent your way was like trying to decipher a complex puzzle with no clear solution. His actions often left you feeling confused, yet there was always an undeniable allure to him that never failed to captivate you.

It was a constant tug of war, each conflicting emotion fighting for dominance in your heart. One moment, his words or actions would make you think he liked you, and the next, he would do something like this that had you doubting it all- pushing you away and lying to you.

Despite the rollercoaster of emotions, there was a magnetic pull to Minho that you couldn't deny. Honestly, his enigmatic nature only added to how captivated you were by him, drawing you in deeper even as you struggled to make sense of his pushing and pulling.

There was a part of you that couldn't help but be utterly smitten by him. The mere thought of him never failed to set your heart aflutter even when he was being like this and you were annoyed with him.

The rest of the boys slowly filtered outside to join Chan and Changbin and you, each taking a second to introduce themselves and say hi before easily being caught up to speed on the topic of conversation. More so, investigation on why Minho hadn't wanted his friends to meet you.

They were a loud bunch, the 6 of them, and they clearly had no reservations or boundaries with personal questions- which seemed to be the only real reason you could think of that he wouldn't want them around you.

The question that hung in the air- "Do you like him?" -caught you off guard, causing your cheeks to flush with embarrassment. It was a blunt inquiry that left little room for evasion, one that you didn't expect straight away.

Despite your best efforts to maintain composure, your reaction would have been enough. With a sheepish smile, you acknowledged the obvious, knowing that there was no point in denying what was already written across your flushed face.

"That's so cute! He-" One of them started, being elbowed in the side by the one with fluffy hair that was stood besides him.

"He.. what?" You asked, observing the smiles and glances that passed between the group in front of you. You laughed, "what is it?"

As Minho descended the stairs with Felix, anticipation bubbling within him after the strangely therapeutic heart to heart he'd had with his younger member- about how he should confess, just get it over with atleast.

A sour taste filled his mouth, and his heart sank in his chest as he realized that the laughter he heard was emanating from outside the front door. Your laughter, and theirs.

Dread washed over him as he approached the open door, the sound of conversation growing louder with each step.

He couldn't help but notice the easy rapport and laughter that flowed effortlessly between you all. His heart clenched with a mixture of pride and apprehension as he watched you interact with his friends, your charisma and beauty shining brightly despite the cloudy sky.

He observed the undeniable chemistry between you and his friend group and felt his limbs grow heavy. He couldn't help but feel overshadowed by their charisma and charm, and a wave of self-doubt washed over him as he imagined you comparing him to them just like what had happened 7 months ago. Or 8, or 9, who knew when she realised Woojin was better?

He couldn't shake the thought that you might find his friends more appealing, more suited to you than he could ever hope to be. They were all disgustingly handsome, and he knew it was an undeniable fact- there was no use in hoping you didn't notice.

A hand patting his shoulder jolted him forward out of the hallway, and the circle around you parted like the red sea at Minho's arrival, tension thickening the air around the two of you as you fixed your gaze on his guilty expression. His laughter sounded nervous, an attempt to diffuse the palpable tension that hung between you.

"So you've met everyone," Minho hummed, his voice strained with anxiety as he attempted to steer the conversation away from the uncomfortable confrontation that he knew was brewing before him.

But you weren't about to let him off the hook so easily.

"Why would you tell them I was busy?" you questioned, tone laced with a mix of exasperation and disappointment. Your accusation sent a shiver down Minho's spine- he knew you could see right through him.

"Y/n," Minho mumbled, stepping closer to the fence, grateful for Chan's intervention as he ushered the rest of their friends back inside.

Minho knew he needed to address the issue now, head on, no more avoidance.

"I didn't... I-" he began, his words stumbling over each other as he struggled to articulate his thoughts.

"What's so bad about me that your friends can't even meet me?" you interrupted, your voice tinted with hurt.

"Nothing! No, no that's not-" Minho protested, his heart sinking at the thought of you thinking it was anything negative to do with you. He scrambled for the right words, desperate to reassure you that it was his own insecurities and fears.

"It's fine.. Min," you sighed, your disappointment palpable as you began walking towards your slightly ajar front door. "I won't-"

The sound of Minho effortlessly jumping the fence behind you made you scoff in disbelief, but before you could react, you felt a gentle tug on your summer dress. You met his gaze when you turned back to face him, vulnerability reflecting in his eyes.

"I didn't want you to meet them," he confessed, sucking in a breath like that was his big confession.

You knew that.

Minho blinked owlishly at you, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features as he glanced down at his hand, releasing the fabric of your dress that he had bunched up in his palm.

"I... thought you'd like them more than me."

"What?" you scrunched your face in confusion, disbelief washing over you like a gentle wave as you struggled to process his confession. The idea that Minho could doubt himself in comparison to his friends that you'd just met left you feeling bewildered and saddened.

The man who had done everything you ever asked, kept you company when you needed it, listened to you rant and vent to him more times than you could count, drank with you until he had to tuck you into bed and stumble back down to the couch because even though he was drunk too you were always his first priority. The one who brought you countless portions of food that he claimed to have leftover, who let you come over and see the cats whenever you wanted even if it was just an excuse to see him.

Minho's feet shuffled on the concrete of your doorstep.

The wind blew the falling blooms of your cherry blossom tree between the two of you- a few resting gently in his black hair as he pouted down at the ground.

"What are you talking about, Minho?"

"I thought... if you met my friends, you wouldn't... I thought I wouldn't have a shot with you anymore," he sighed. "I don't know if I ever did."

Minho's big eyes met yours and his bottom lip slipped under his teeth.

"And now I've blown it anyway, right? You're mad at me?"

He looked up, silently begging for you to just put him out of his misery- at least tell him he didn't have a chance, tell him which of his friends had inevitably caught your affection.

Tell him so that he could stop looking at you like you were his entire world, admiring the beauty in such a simple expression. Even now, with your eyes scrunched at him in disbelief, he saw a cherry blossom land in your hair- finding the sudden urge to reach over and tuck that strand of hair behind your ear.

He'd keep the flower in, it's pretty.

It suits you. It matches your pretty summer dress that you wore even though it wasn't summer- it was hardly the weather for a dress like that and yet you wore it because you liked it and god he just..

He had to tell you.

"I love you," he spoke, his voice barely audible above the sound of the birds tweeting around in the background. "And I was scared. And I didn't want you to like any of them more than me, just like she did.."

Minho's admission of self-doubt tugged at you, empathy stirring within you as you recalled the frustration you had felt when he had told you about his ex-girlfriend. The mere thought of someone cheating on Minho, the most perfect man you had ever met, filled you with anger.

You wondered how you didn't realise your feelings for him then, honestly, and god knows he was too filled with hurt to process the fact that you were telling him how amazing he was and how lucky anyone would be to have him and if you had him you definitely wouldn't ever let him go.

You couldn't bear to see him in this anguish any longer, yearning for a closure than only you could provide.

"Min," you pursed your lips, voice soft yet stern like you were telling him off for even thinking that. "I like your friends, they're cool, but.. I love you."

His eyes sparkled with the hope and relief you'd just instilled in him.

"You're so perfect, I.. I couldn't imagine ever looking at anyone the way I look at you."

Bashful laughter peaked from Minho's throat as he shook his head, his mouth opening to say something, anything, but you beat him to it. Your lips gently pressed against his, a tender gesture that left him momentarily stunned.

A squeak of surprise escaped him as his eyebrows shot up, his hands hovering in the air as if suspended in disbelief. But as the warmth of your kiss enveloped him, all his doubt melted away, replaced by a rush of overwhelming affection and gratitude.

With a soft sigh of contentment he leaned into the kiss, his hands finding your hips as yours rested on his chest, finally getting to savour the sweet taste of your lips against his own.

The muffled sound of cheers and clapping made the two of you swing your heads around in surprise. There, all 7 of his friends had their faces pressed against the glass of Minho's kitchen window, alight with joy and pride.

You and Minho shared a sheepish glance before bursting into laughter, and as he backed away to finally bring you to his 'get together', you decided it didn't even mean that much to you anymore. Not after what had just happened anyway. You'd waited way too long.

You grabbed his hand, waving goodbye to his friends and dragging the man stumbling inside your house so that you were away from prying eyes and teasing smiles.

The shy grin that graced his lips made you need to push him against the door, listen to the gasp that escaped him and watch the way his ears went bright red.

Perfect, he was perfect, down to all his little tells and quirks.

"Go easy on me," he giggled nervously, "I didn't mean to hide it for so long."

You hummed, basking in his stuttered breathing as you played with the hem of his shirt- your fingers grazing the warm skin of his stomach underneath.

"Say please."

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Blind Spot (3)

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ONE | TWO

“How are you feeling today?” Minho asks you, sitting beside you on the couch that you've been sleeping on for the past week. He had offered you his bed, and he'd sleep on the couch but he was already doing so much in letting you stay with him, you couldn't put him out of his bed as well.

“I'm okay.” You breathe, smiling at him. “I really can't thank you enough for all your help and support over this past week. I don't know what I would have done… I still don't even want to look at him.”

“I just can't believe it…still that he would do that to you. It's so completely out of character for Jeongin to cheat. He would boast about how absolutely in love with you he was. It just doesn't make sense.” Minho says, noticing that today is the first day you didn't wake up crying.

“I guess you really can't trust anyone. I just wish he would stop calling me.” You groan, looking at the multiple missed calls and texts from him.

“Maybe that's what you need…I mean to talk to him.” Minho suggests. “Just hear him out, get closure and move on.” He says, shrugging his shoulders.

You did feel like you had questions that you needed answered, so maybe it wouldn't hurt for you to sit down and talk to him. However, you still had the question of if he would tell you the truth or not, and frankly you didn't have much faith in him that he would. You wished you were never in this situation, you wished you never would have said yes to the threesome because if you hadn't, maybe he wouldn't have felt the need to sleep with Chae afterwards and maybe the two of you would still be happy.

Maybe.

Your phone rings as Minho stands up, walking to the kitchen. Jeongin again. You take a few deep breaths, answering the phone with your most unimpressed voice.

“Hello?”

“Y/N.” Jeongin gasps. “Why haven't you been answering me? I've been worried sick.”

“Are you serious? Why would I ever want to talk to you?” You snap. “You're lucky I even answered right now.”

“Where are you? Are you okay?” He sniffles, you can hear his voice crack slightly, he sounds distraught. If only it hadn't been his own doing.

“I'm fine. I've been staying with a friend.” You say. You weren't about to tell him where, the last thing you wanted or needed was for him to show up whenever he felt like it.

“Can we please talk… this was the biggest mistake I've ever made, please Y/N.” He breathes. You can hear his voice quiver as he tries to hold back from crying.

“I'll come over. Just to hear you out.” You sigh.

“No!” He yells. “I mean, let's meet for coffee.” He says.

That was weird.

“Fine. Meet me in half an hour. At the shop we used to go too.” You say, hanging up the phone.

You got up off the couch, heading to the bathroom to start getting ready.

Not long later, you sat at a table, your iced coffee in hand as you watched people pass by the shop, Jeongin still not there. You glance at your phone, deciding to only wait another 10 minutes and if he didn't show up, then you weren't going to wait around any longer.

“Y/N.” You hear. You knew it was Jeongin, even when he sounded out of breath you knew his voice. You look up at the sweaty, red faced man walking towards the table.

“You're late.” You say, taking a sip of your coffee.

“I know I'm sorry, I got tied up.” He mutters, sliding into the chair across from you.

“Okay. So, say what you need to say.” You tell him, crossing your arms. You watch him struggle to find the right words that he wants to begin with. He knows he's already off to a bad start for keeping you waiting.

“I never imagined myself doing this to you, or anyone. I'm not the type to cheat, Y/N. You know that.” He says.

“Yeah I thought I knew that. Turns out I didn't know shit.” You snap.

“I don't know what happened…” He murmurs.

“Neither do I. Were you unhappy with us?” You ask.

“No! Not at all.” He says.

“Did you fall out of love with me?”

“No! How could I?”

“Did she drug you or force you into fucking her?” You ask.

“No she didn't.” He whispers.

“Well then I have no fucking clue.” You say. “What reason could there possibly be for you to do that?”

“I don't have one. And I'm not about to come up with some lame ass excuse for it. But I love you and I need you. Please give me another chance. Please.” He begs.

“I don't know… I really don't think I can ever trust you again.” You whisper. “You broke my trust… you broke me.”

“And I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. If you'll just give me one chance. Please. I miss you so much.”

If you were being honest, you missed him. You did still love him, for some reason. But you weren't sure if this was something you could ever get over. How could you trust him around anyone again? Maybe you could learn… You weren't sure.

“I want to agree. But I just don't know…” you trail off. “It's scary to think about letting you back in after that.”

“I will never do anything to make you not trust me again.” Jeongin tells you. He looks so pitiful, it almost broke your heart more to see him like this.

“I…” you pause, your phone dinging from a message. You open the text, from Chae, and tears immediately well up in your eyes. You look up at Jeongin as a tear slips down your cheek.

“So much for not lying anymore.” You sniffle. “Is it true?”

“What?” He asks, looking confused. “Is what true?”

“She's pregnant.” You murmur.

“Fuck sakes. I told her not to tell you.” He snaps. You look at him wide-eyed. “You knew?”

“That's why I was late.” He groans, letting his head fall into his hands.

“So you're here begging for me to take you back, when you knew she's knocked up with your kid? What the fuck, Jeongin.” You scream.

“it doesn't matter!” He yells. “I don't want anything else to do with her!”

“She's growing your baby!” You yell, your phone ringing again. “and apparently you've also moved her into the apartment.” You laugh.

Wow, this was all hilarious.

“Fuck you. Fuck you both.” You snap, abruptly standing up, knocking your chair back, heading towards the door.

“Wait!” He yells. “I know you don't owe me anything, but grammie…” He stutters.

Grammie? You loved his grandma so much, and you swore you were her favorite too.

“What about grammie?” You ask, turning around, trying to control your tears.

“She's…sick. She's been asking to see you… to see us. Please just go out to the lake house with me, pretend we're happy. It's one of her last…wishes to see… you.” He whispers.

You weren't heartless. You couldn't deny her, her dying wish. “When?” You ask.

“We'll leave tomorrow.” He says.

“Fine.” You sniffle. “After that, I don't want to hear from you again.”

The next morning, you're awake and packed, dreading spending an entire 4 days with Jeongin at his family's home. You loved his family, but him, you'd never actively hated someone so much.

“Morning.” Jeongin smiles as you climb into his car, setting your bag down at your feet.

“Hi.” You whisper.

“So you've been staying with Minho.” He says, beginning the few hour drive to the house on the lake.

“Yeah I have. He's been a really good friend to me.” You say, staring out the window.

“Are you guys fucking?” He asks. You whip your head around to glare at him. He grips the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white.

“No. But even if I was, I don't see how that's any of your goddamn business.” You snap.

“I just don't want you to move on.” He admits.

“I'm going to move on. Because there's nothing for us now. You're with Chae now. I hope you two have a long and miserable life.” You smile.

“But we're not together.” He says. “She only moved in because she's pregnant. I don't want her.”

“You sure wanted her when I came home to her riding you.”

“When are you gonna let this go?” He sighs.

“You act like this happened years ago and I keep bringing it up. It was not very long ago. It's fresh.” You say. “I won't let it go ever.”

The rest of the drive is spent listening to the radio, you didn't want to talk to him anymore. You would have much rather been in complete and total silence than utter one more word to him.

A few hours later, Jeongin pulls up the driveway of the lake house, and it brings up so many memories of times you spent with his family here in the summers, winters, and the fall. It makes you sad that things have come to this now but you were determined to make good memories this weekend, for grammie. You would put aside your issues with Jeongin, only for her.

“Y/N! Darling.” His mom yells, rushing out the front door to greet you. You smile widely as you get out of the car, wrapping your arms around her as she holds you closely.

“Hi mom.” Jeongin says.

“Yeah, yeah, hi.” she murmurs, holding you a little tighter. “How are you my darling?” She asks, wrapping her arm around your shoulder, bringing you towards the door.

“I'm good… but my bag.” You laugh.

“Jeongin grab her bag.” His mom yells, ushering you inside. “I made you snacks.” She giggles, bringing you to the kitchen.

“Oh my favorite! Thank you!” You smile, happily sitting down to eat.

The two of you chat for a few minutes before Jeongin comes in with the bags, huffing as he sets them down, coming to sit at the counter with you.

“Where's grammie?” You ask, glancing around.

“She's just resting. I'm sure she'll be up soon. She'll be so happy to see you!”

“What about me?” Jeongin asks, grabbing a few snacks.

“Yes, I'm sure she'll also be happy to see you.” His mom laughs.

“I'm always so left out when we come here.” He mutters, eating some more snacks.

“I'm just so glad you brought my Y/N back out to see me.” His mom smiles, grabbing your hand.

“Is that… is that my favorite girl?” You hear from behind you. You turn around to see grammie walking towards you, looking better than the last time you saw her.

“Grammie!” You grin. You walk over to her, gently wrapping your arms around her. “You look great.”

“I feel great!” She laughs, rubbing your back. She lets go of you, holding your hand as you both go back to the counter. She eats some snacks, tells you stories and laughs so hard, she doesn't look sick at all. You look at Jeongin, who avoids any eye contact with you.

“I'm going to run to the bathroom.” You smile, walking out of the room, Jeongin still not acknowledging you.

On your way back, you stop just before the kitchen, listening to the conversation. “Yeah we're really happy. I'm going to propose.” He tells them.

“You should do it on the hike tomorrow!” Grammie suggests.

You walk in, clearing your throat. “Hike? Grammie, are you sure you should be hiking?” You ask.

“Why wouldn't I? I've never been so healthy in my life.” She laughs.

“You're not sick?” You ask.

“No my darling, I'm the epitome of health.”

“Jeongin. Can I talk to you? In private.” You smile, heading towards the room the two of you always share.

He hesitantly follows you to the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He stands in front of you, his head hanging low.

“What the fuck is going on?” You snap.

“I thought that maybe if I brought you out here to see them you'd remember how much you loved me, and them, and you wouldn't leave.” He whispers. “I knew you wouldn't come unless there was a reason.”

“You're damn right I wouldn't have. And I stupidly came out here with you. I'm not staying.” You snap.

“How? How are you going to leave?” He asks.

You pull out your phone, dialing Minho’s number. “Hey, you okay?” He answers.

“No, I'm not. He lied to me. Please… can you come get me?”

“I'm on my way. Hang tight.” He says, hanging up the phone.

“Really?” Jeongin scoffs. “Minho?”

“Yeah really. I can't actually trust him. Don't talk to me anymore. Any chance we had at rekindling is completely gone.” You snap, leaving the room with your bag.

“What's wrong, darling? Are you not staying?” Grammie asks.

“I'm sorry you guys… I can't. Jeongin, care to explain or should I?” You ask.

He doesn't say anything.

“Jeongin cheated on me.” You say. “And I caught them. And then, when I told him I was done he told me grammie was sick and it was her last wish to see me.” You tell them.

They both look appalled, looking at Jeongin.

“Oh and the best part? She's pregnant. however she is known to get around, so whether or not it's Jeongin's is a whole other story.`` You laugh.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Grammie yells at Jeongin, smacking him upside the head.

You're on the verge of tears, you need air. You grabbed your bag, sitting outside while you waited for Minho to show up.

A little while later, Minho pulls into the driveway, and just before you begin walking towards the car, Jeongin’s mom comes out of the house after her and Grammie yelled at Jeongin the whole time.

“My darling girl.” She sighs, hugging you tightly. “I'm so very sorry.” She whispers. “If you don't want to forgive him, I don't blame you. But please, call me whenever, for whatever, or visit. Anything. We love you.”

“Thank you.” You sniffle. “I love you guys too.”

She lets go of you, waving to Minho before she heads back inside and yells at Jeongin some more.

“Hey.” Minho smiles as you get into the car. “What happened?”

“He lied. Grammie is fine. She's not sick at all.” You sigh. “I'm so tired of being lied to. Everything is just shit.”

Minho chuckles. “I'm sorry he lied. But everything is going to be fine.”

The last time you were told everything was going to be fine, it wasn't. Surely this time, though, everything would actually be fine?

WAKE UP SKZMBLR, Charm opened the requests!!!

Can I request something angst with 3racha+Minho? Happy ending please tho. Don’t have many specific cause I love anything you do! 🫶🏻

Maybe they lied to you. Or you lied to them. Or someone said something hurtful. Maybe they’re exes wanting to get back together… maybe I have too many ideas lol

🩷💕 you’re amazing, darling!

Their ex wants to get back together

A/n: i think you actually meant you are skz's ex and want to get back together, but this came to me, so here we are. I tried not to leave it on heartbreak, but....

Warnings: mentions of cheating, exes, trust issues and break ups. Crying may be expected.

Masterlist

stray kids: they call you clingy (pt.2)

hyung line

pt.1

chan

“hyung, what the hell?” changbin bursted through the studio door, earning a groan from chan.

“why would you send y/n to the studio when you know we have a deadline by the end of the week, changbin? I’m not a little kid that needs to be coddled, and I definitely do not have the time for anymore interruptions.” chan grumbled, not once looking away from the computer screen in front of him.

“hyung, you can’t keep working like this, you know it’s not doing you any good,” he scolded. “and whatever you said to y/n, you better apologize soon. I’ve never seen her look so distraught.” he sighed.

chan sighed too, feeling guilty for sending you away so abruptly.

“and I know you aren’t great at keeping track of time, but do you really think it was a good idea to send y/n to walk home after sundown and without their jacket at that?” changbin said, pointing to your long-forgotten jacket sitting on the studio couch.

the guilt chan felt was immediately replaced by a deep sense of panic as he thought about you walking home in the dark of the night completely exposed to the elements and without him there to keep you safe. he scrambled out of his seat for the first time all day, grabbing your jacket and the food you made.

“you don’t even have to ask. me and jisung will wrap up whatever you’ve got, just trust us.” changbin smiled, moving out of the frame of the door so chan could leave. he thanked him quickly before rushing out, hoping you hadn’t gotten too far away from the building just yet.

the cold air that greeted him as he ran out immediately made his heart sink. he hurried towards the direction of your apartment, calling you as he ran. his worry only grew as his calls all immediately went to voicemail. it had grown completely dark around him and you were nowhere to be found. the panic made him sick to his stomach, but he kept looking around frantically for you. he called your name loudly, earning a few strange looks from the people he passed but he could care less; his only concern right now was you.

♡♡♡

the reason chan couldn’t find you right now was because you didn’t head home. you knew he would come to his senses in no time—he was always the sensitive type, picking up on his mistakes quickly and apologizing equally as fast. but you needed to be alone to process your feelings, so instead of going where you knew he’d go first, you walked yourself to the place you’d planned on going with him—the han river park. you sighed, walking into a convenience store and grabbing yourself a hot drink. you paid for it quickly before sitting down at a bench, trying to brave the cold wind biting at your face. it was a lot better a little while ago, when you wanted to come here and walk with chan. but those plans were far gone.

“what’s a pretty girl like yourself doing here so late?” a voice asked you. you looked up and were met with an older man, he looked unkempt, patchy stubble covering his face as he swung around a brown-toned beer bottle. you gulped, not knowing how to reply.

“I’m fucking talking to you, answer me!” he spat angrily, going to grab your wrist. you yelped moving away from the man, terrified and still unsure of what to do. he was taller than you and could easily overtake you if you tried to run. you shook as he kept screaming at you; whatever he had in strength, he lacked in motor functions, making it incredibly easy for you to dodge him as he chased after you in the little space around the bench.

“y/n! oh thank god, I was so worried!” chan yelled as you ran over to him.

“help.” you whispered as you both noticed the drunk man plod over to where you were. chan wrapped your jacket around your shoulders and hugged you reassuringly before pushing you behind him.

“and who’s this? I just asked why you were alone so late, baby, you didn’t need to involved your friend here.” he slurred, trying to dodge chan to talk to you.

“boyfriend. she was waiting for me so do us all a favor and leave us the hell alone before I have to call the police.” he said, clearly trying to keep his rage at bay. the man muttered a few cusses under his breath before relenting, making both you and chan take a breath of relief.

“let’s go home,” he turned to face you. “we have a lot to talk about.” he said with an apologetic smile on his face. you only nodded as you began to walk beside him.

you walked in silence for a while, waiting for chan to inevitably burst in profuse apologies at any given moment.

“I’m so sorry, my love. I didn’t mean anything I said. you’re not clingy and there’s nothing in the world I appreciate more than the attention you pay in making sure I take care of myself,” he stopped walking to look you in the eyes. “and I couldn’t be more lucky to have someone like you who’s always looking out for me and worrying about my well-being. there’s no excuse for the way I reacted today but I hope you know that I regret it so much and I’ll do everything I can to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” he finished talking, every single word he said dripping with sincerity.

“thank you. I get that you’re busy, but we should both working on seeing things from the other’s perspectives going forward, okay?” you said, earning a nod from chan.

“Am I forgiven?” he asked meekly. you nod enthusiastically. “I love you.” he grinned.

“I love you, too.” you replied with a chuckle.

“can we hold hands now?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. you reached out your hand for his, letting him intertwine his finger with yours. he pulled your connected hands towards him, forcing you closer to him as you walked home, safe and content in each other’s presence. he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I’m gonna inhale all of the pumpkin porridge when we get home.” he whispered as he pulled away, making you burst into a fit of laughter.

lino

"I’m going to give it to you straight; the cut in your hand is quite deep and you’ll need stitches,” the doctor told you as she put pressure on your wound to maintain the bleeding. “you’re absolutely sure you don’t want your guardian here? not to alarm you, but it’ll be hard to do anything, especially because you said this is your dominant hand.” she asked, clearly concerned for you.

“I’m sure, doctor.” you said with a nod.

“I understand. I will proceed since you’re losing a lot of blood and I want this situation under control as soon as possible, but I believe it’s in your best interest to call someone, even if it’s not your guardian, to handle the paperwork since you won’t be able to write.” she said firmly. you nodded, giving her the okay to stitch the cut in your hand. the doctor finished stitching in no time and dressed your wound as well, giving you careful instructions so you would be able to do it yourself at home. she left soon after, reminding you about the paperwork you need to have completed. you called chan, knowing it was his day off and he’d pick up.

“hey y/n, wasn’t expecting a call from you, what’s up?” he asked immediately.

“I know it’s your day off and I feel so terrible for asking, but could you come to the hospital? It’s nothing crazy but I need someone to fill out some paperwork for me.” you informed him, trying to sound nonchalant so as to not stress him out.

“hospital? what’s wrong? are you sick or hurt?” he bombarded you with questions. “and why are you calling me and not minho? did you guys fight?” he finally asked suspiciously.

“it’s a long story and I’m so tired, chris. can you please come? or send someone else if you’re busy,” you pause before adding, “but not minho. we’re not in a good place right now.” you sighed, leaning back in your chair.

“okay, I’ll be there in fifteen. but you have to tell me everything when I get there, okay?” he relented, making you agree before hanging up.

chan showed up soon after, finding you quickly in the emergency room with all of your paperwork in his hands.

“so you hurt yourself.” he said to himself, getting closer to you to inspect the damage.

“yeah.” you whispered, gently tugging your hand away from him, embarrassed.

“okay spill before I start jumping to conclusions. the last thing I want to do is assume anything about either one of you.” he said with heavy concern in his tone.

you recapped the whole night to him, everything from lino pushing you off of him to him treating you like a clingy, helpless child to how the cut happened in the first place. chan listened diligently, offering hums of understanding as he filled out your paperwork.

“I can talk to him for you if you want, y/n. this is a tough situation for both of you, I could knock some sense in to him.” he suggested softly.

“thanks for the offer, but I’m not reaching out first through you. he fucked up, he needs to figure that out on his own terms.” you paused, letting out a deep breath. “and I’m kind of embarrassed by all of this and I don’t need him rubbing it in my face, especially after everything from tonight. promise me you won’t tell him?”

“y/n—”

“chris, please. just this once. if you tell him, he’ll rush over and I already feel so stupid because of what happened earlier. I don’t want to face him right now.” you pleaded with him.

he was quiet for a while as he filled out the last section of the paper work. he released a deep breath he had unknowingly been holding in before finally agreeing. “I’ll stay out of it because you want me to, y/n. but the offer stands in case you change your time at any point. I care about both of you,” he patted your back reassuringly. “now, let’s get you home.” he said, getting up.

he drove you home in silence, insisting he should drive since your hand’s hurt. you fought sleep the entire way back; it was already 2 a.m. and you were beyond exhausted.

“hey, we’re here.” you heard chan say as he shook your arm. you shot up out of your sleepiness, heading towards your home with chan following.

“I’m gonna help you change the bandages and then leave, okay?” he told you as you unlocked your apartment door. you nodded, yawning. you felt a touch of disappointment as you walked in, seeing the still-shattered vase on the ground as well as a little, dried up pool of your blood, meaning lino really hadn’t come home.

chan didn’t let you think about it for too long though, as he cleaned and dressed your wound quickly before letting you off to wash up and go to sleep.

“I’m gonna clean up the rest of the vase and then head home. but call me if you need anything, y/n. I don’t sleep till late into the night and you only live 5 minutes away so don’t feel bad.” he reassured you. “now go to sleep, I’ll see you later.” he shooed you away. you didn’t fight him, too exhausted to say much more than a “thank you.”

♡♡♡

the next morning, you felt terrible; this time, not just emotionally, but physically as well. the numbing cream from the stitches had worn off entirely, making your entire hand pulse in pain. you rummaged through your medicine cabinet looking for ibuprofen. you groaned in frustration trying to open the little twist cap of the bottle with your one hand with no success. you gave up after a few tries, sitting down on your kitchen floor and letting out a small scream you’d held in for too long. you were hurting on so many different levels and you began to truly feel like you were just a needy, clingy child. you couldn’t even open a fucking pill bottle or change your own bandages by yourself, so what the hell does that make you other than pathetic?

you started crying. what else could you do? you felt so incapable of even the most basic tasks and despite chan’s kind offer to help you being there, you felt too awful to ask him for more help. so you would just have to endure your pain. you stayed like that for another half an hour, taking deep breaths to distract yourself from it.

“y/n? where are you? baby?” you heard lino calling for you as he quickly searched your small apartment.

you wiped your tears quickly, scrambling up and hiding your hand behind your back. you heard his steps growing closer and in no time, he was standing in front of you. you kept your gaze down, still upset and embarrassed.

“good morning, he said, wrapping his arms around you before you got a chance to protest. his arm put pressure on your wound, making you hiss in pain loudly. you pushed him off, tears glazing your eyes as a reflex.

“what–what’s the matter? is this about last night? I know we still have to talk about it but I just missed—” his words trailed off as he finally noticed you holding your hand behind you. “y/n, what’s wrong? did something happen to your hand?” he asked, his voice dripping with concern. he walked closer to you, making you immediately stumble backwards, trying to get away from his touch. the hurt in his eyes was palpable, making your heart hurt too.

“I’m okay.” you mumbled quietly, still not looking up to meet his eyes.

“I don’t believe you,” he said back. “at least look at me, baby, hm?” he gently coaxed you.

you took a deep breath, before looking into his eyes. he looked exhausted, obvious pain relief patches on the back of his neck and peeking out from under his shirt and dark circles around his eyes. and the way he frowned when you made eye contact told you you didn’t look much better. you relaxed inadvertently under his soft gaze; but you relaxed a little too much, revealing part of your bandaged hand to him.

"show me your hand?” he asked. he was well-aware of the atmosphere he’d created last night and so he didn’t push like he normally would’ve. the last thing he wanted to do was add insult to injury now.

“I’m really fine. could you just open the pain meds for me?” you asked, wincing in pain every time your hand moved. he did as you asked without hesitation, pouring you a cup of water and opening the bottle of pills. you took the meds wordlessly, finally thanking him before walking out of the kitchen. he followed you out like a lost puppy, finally catching a glimpse of your entire hand.

“you have to change the bandages, don’t you? let me do it.” he quickly said when he noticed you unwrapping the ones from last night. you wanted to protest, but you knew it would be less painless if someone else did it for you. you let him do it without putting up a fight.

“this will sting, squeeze my arm if it’s too much,” he said, kneeling on the ground as you sat on the couch. he wiped the wound effectively and as quickly as possible, wincing when you whimpered as if he was the one in pain. “good, you did good, baby.” he smiled gently. he put on some ointment and wrapped your hand up in new bandages.

“now let’s talk. what happened?” he questioned.

“I think we need to talk about what happened before first,” you muttered. “you really hurt me, you know?” your voice wavered as you held back tears. despite everything that’s happened in the short time, the wounds on your heart were still fresh, just as fresh as the one in your palm.

“I was just so tired and the guys kept messing up and they weren’t taking practice seriously,” he sighed. “ but I know it’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, I’m sorry.” he played with his fingers, keeping his head down and not looking at you.

“I know you are, but,” you gulped. “I can’t help but feel like you meant it all. am I really too clingy? do I act desperate for your attention? do you take care of me because you want to or because you feel like you have to?” you looked away, not wanting to show lino there were tears spilling down your face. neither one of you said anything for a few minutes. the silence started chipping away at your heart, confirming your concerns. 

that was until you heard sniffles coming from next to you. you turned to look at him and sure enough, he was looking down with little tear drop marks littering the fabric of his pants. “I can’t believe I made you feel like that,” his voice cracked. “I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t deserve you at all.” he choked back a sob, now turning his face the other way so you couldn’t see him cry.

“don’t say that,” you cried. “you hurt me, that doesn’t change the fact that I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” he sniffled, closing the space between you and kissing you messily. you both giggled into the kiss, laughing at the absurdity of it all. you pulled away after a while but stayed stuck to each other’s sides, him carefully adjusting so you could put your hand down on his leg comfortably. after a moment, you spoke.

“did chan send you?” you mumbled against his chest.

“said I’d lose the love of my life if I don’t get my shit together,” he chuckled. “he has such a way with words.” you both laughed, snuggling closer.

changbin

you were freezing as you walked into your apartment. it hadn’t been this quiet in years; without changbin’s naturally loud voice ringing throughout your home, it was almost uncomfortably silent. you stripped out of your soaking wet clothes right there in your living room, not wanting to trail water around. you were exhausted suddenly, the emotional exhaustion had quickly manifested into physical exhaustion and you sighed deeply. you didn’t even bother to shower, just wiping yourself down and drying your hair before falling into your bed. despite being under the duvet, you shivered the entire night. you chalked it up to not being used to sleeping without changbin next to you.

something you’d have to get used to now that he didn’t want you anymore. 

you couldn’t even bring yourself to cry; you’d spent the entire walk back home sobbing your heart out and now you had no more tears in you. you just sighed, tossing and turning before sleep finally overtook you.

you woke up the next morning still shivering. you had taken the day off because you thought your date with changbin would run really late but here you were, spending a day off mourning your relationship. you felt terrible, your head pounding and your throat hoarse. you knew you should probably check your temperature, but since you were always the one getting sick, only changbin really knew where it was because he would constantly misplace it.

you ignored how sick you felt and got to work. the quicker you got rid of changbin’s things, the less time you’d have to spend lingering in the hurt. and so you packed up years of what you thought would be a forever relationship into a bin and a suitcase. your apartment felt hollow now, like it was missing changbin just as much as you were. no more healthy meals prepackaged in the fridge, no more cute sticky notes filled with “I loves yous” stuck on the fridge, no more anniversary polaroids or vulnerable letters or musky cologne on black t-shirts or souvenirs from different tour stops; you packed them all up and put them into your trunk with a handwritten note tucked into the lid.

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t cry a little bit; just when you thought you had cried it all out, another set of fresh tears arose. a part of you wished he’d called and apologized right after, told you it was a misunderstanding and that he didn’t mean any of it. but it had been an entire night and morning with no call or text; you had no choice but to accept that the love of your life simply couldn’t handle you anymore.

you coughed violently as you felt a cold shiver run through your body. you didn’t have time to be sick right now; wasn’t it enough that you were an emotional wreck? you ignored it once more before driving off to the dorms. you arrived quickly and knocked on the door, praying you wouldn’t have to face changbin in your condition.

“y/n! it’s good to see you after so long, we’ve missed you,” you were greeted warmly by hyunjin. “are you coming in? changbin hyung’s not home but he should be home pretty soon.” he smiled.

you took a deep breath and mustered up a smile. “I’ve missed you guys, too” you sniffled and coughed a little. “but I’m not feeling too great right now. I’m just dropping off changbin’s stuff for him.”

hyunjin looked at you with concerned eyes. “why are you dropping off all of his things, y/n? did something happen between you two?”

“you should hear it from him. I’ll see you around, hyunjin.” you smiled at him again, turning around and leaving before he got a chance to protest. 

♡♡♡

when changbin got back to the dorms, he was first met with a very snarky hyunjin. and then he was met with boxes and a suitcase on the living room floor.

“going somewhere?” he asked hyunjin with genuine interest. 

hyunjin rolled his eyes as soon as he asked. “y/n came over.”

“did she pester you? she’s been needing a lot of attention lately, it’s getting to be a lot.” he sighed.

“hyung, I don’t know what you told y/n but she came over sick as hell and said she was dropping off your stuff.” 

“w-what?”

hyunjin just shrugged. “I’ll give you some privacy, you should probably look through the stuff, see what’s up.”

changbin carried the boxes into his room, wasting no time to go through them. it didn’t take long for him to realize it was virtually every shred of your relationship stuffed together. when he said everything he said, it was purely out of frustration; he knew he was being selfish by prioritizing his time with the boys over spending time with you. he felt his heart break at you taking his words of annoyance at face value and it just about completely shattered once he found your note.

to my love,

even if this is how it really ends, I’m grateful for what we had. even if I had known that it would end like this, I would do it all over again with you in a heartbeat. I’m sorry for all of my shortcomings getting in the way. I hope you find love and happiness with someone who loves you the way you want them to. 

yours always,

y/n

it was a short note, but it hurt changbin like someone had started taking blind punches to his heart. he sat in front of the boxes, stunned. he wiped his face, suddenly becoming aware of the tears covering his cheeks. after spending another while like that taking in the reality of it all, he scurried up from his seat on the ground, looking frantically for his phone to call you. every single one of his calls went straight to voicemail, his texts left on delivered like he’d done to you just the night prior. he’s reminded of hyunjin’s mention that you were sick, which only made him feel worse. he got up and ran out of the door, not even bothering to throw on a jacket or let hyunjin know he was headed out. he had to apologize to you before it was too late.

♡♡♡

the shivering had only gotten worse since you’d gotten home. your temperature had risen significantly and you couldn’t even muster up the energy to get up and make something to eat, not that you had much of an appetite, anyway. being soaked to the bone the night before had really done a number on you and being this sick only made you miss changbin more. he was always so good about taking care of you when you weren’t feeling well, constantly checking your temperature and wiping your forehead with a damp towel to lower it. he was always diligent about making sure you ate properly and took your medicine on time so your body could recover faster, too. and he knew you loved being held when you were under the weather so he would cuddle you despite your protests and the risk of him getting sick himself. your heart ached as you thought of how the affection from him you cherished so much was the very reason he broke up with you, making you tear up yet again. you were so weak that you fell asleep just like that, exhausted and heartbroken.

you woke up when you heard the sound of the front door slam shut. you shot up out of bed, making you grow dizzy immediately. you shook your head to rid yourself of the dizziness before forcing yourself out of bed. you took a deep breath before mustering up the strength to walk out to where the noise had come from. you steadied yourself by trailing your hand against the wall as you walked to the living room, growing more and more woozy as you kept going.

“y/n,” changbin said as he saw you turn the corner. “hey, come on, sit here.” he said, noticing your lack of balance and guiding you to the sofa.

“did I forget to pack something?” you asked weakly, leaning your head back as another shiver overtook you.

“no, no. y/n, I didn’t mean any of that last night. it’s stupid but I just wanted to spend time with the boys. I never meant to hurt you,” he gulped. “or break up with you. I’m so sorry, my love,” he said, running a hand against your cheek. “oh my god, baby, you’re burning up.” he said, shocked. he disappeared into the kitchen before rushing back to you.

“hyunjin told me you looked sick when you came by so I brought some hot pear tea and porridge. eat and then take this,” he handed over some cold syrup already measured out for you. “we’ll talk afterwards, okay?” you only hummed in response, making him frown. he could tell you had waited too long to take care of yourself, which meant you didn’t have the energy to do much of anything. he sat down next to you, grabbing the porridge and gathering a spoon of it. “open your mouth, baby. you have to eat if you want to feel better.” you didn’t have it in you to protest, simply doing as he said and letting him feed you. you ate and took your medicine in silence before falling back asleep.

♡♡♡

you woke up hours later in complete darkness and on your bed. you shuffled a little in an attempt to get up, but you soon realized you were weighed down by a familiar arm spread across you and cradling your head against their chest. you gulped, debating whether or not to confront changbin right now or to just indulge in the feeling of comfort he gives you. but the voice that came alive next to you forced you to choose the latter,

“you awake, baby?” he mumbled before resting the back of his hand on your forehead. “your fever broke, thank god.” he sighed a breath of relief, before stretching over to turn the bedside table lamp on. 

“thank you for taking care of me,” you said softly, “but I think you should go.” you looked away as you said the words.

“y/n, look at me,” he gently pulled your chin so you could be facing him, “do you really want me to go?” he whispered, vulnerability pouring out with each word.

you stayed silent for a long moment before finally reciprocating his vulnerability. “you broke up with me out of nowhere,” you sighed shakily, looking away from him again so he wouldn’t see your eyes filling with tears, “and then left me to feel heartbroken and alone all of last night and this morning. even if I wanted you to stay, I owe it to myself to ask you to leave, at least.” you said, trying to sound firm in your decision.

changbin stirred out of bed immediately, making a panic spread through you. was he really going to give up on you so easily? you knew he wasn’t the type to simply let go of something (or someone) simply because he was asked to. you were relieved though, when he reached for your hand and lead you to the edge of your bed, making you sit up. he kneeled in front of you, hugging your legs and holding your hand tightly.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you and for leaving you hanging and for not showing up to our first date in a long time for such a stupid reason. but y/n, I love you. so much. even when I say stupid things and make bad decisions and accidentally hurt you, I love you. and I don’t want to live my life with anyone else but you by my side.” he said with full sincerity, squeezing your hand as his eyes glazed over.

your eyes mirrored his, and you could feel your resolve completely shatter as you looked down at him. “god, you’re the worst,” you chuckled incredulously as your eyes glazed over, “but I love you, too. too much for my own good.” you sighed, looking up and smiling a little.

“let me make it up to you?” he asked you sweetly, standing up with his hand still holding yours. you stood up with him, intrigued, “no, baby, you sit down and close your eyes, okay?”

you nodded, shutting your eyes tightly as soon as he asked you to. you heard some shuffling before you felt changbin’s presence in front of you again.

“okay, open your eyes.” he said softly. you’re met with changbin kneeling in front of you once again, this time on one knee and with a ring box in his hand. he opened it and asked the question.

“I was going to wait to do this. I wanted to plan something big and extravagant and make it a whole thing, but now feels so right. because I don’t ever want you to doubt my intentions with you, with this relationship. I want you, for the rest of our lives, y/n. will you marry me?” he asked sheepishly.

you answered yes so quickly you surprised yourself a little, wrapping your arms around changbin with tears, this time, happy ones, pooling in both of your eyes.

“oh, one more thing,” he said, rushing out of the room and coming back with a very obviously homemade cake. it read “sorry…also marry me?” on the top in pink frosting, making you snort in laughter.

“that would’ve been really awkward if I didn’t forgive you for last night, huh?” you chuckled, making changbin nudge you before he joined you in laughter.

hyunjin

after reassuring felix a million times that you were fine, you finally started walking home. you decided to take the long way, wanting to empty your thoughts and enjoy the crisp winter air surrounding you. 

your cheeks were still hot from the humiliation you’d faced just a few moments ago and you couldn’t help but replay the moment again and again. how could hyunjin say those things to you? when you regularly adjusted your own schedule to spend quality time with him and his best friends? the more you thought about it, the more it pissed you off.

you scoffed a little to yourself, quietly cursing at hyunjin in your mind when you notice you’re just short of a block away from one of your favorite cafes. it was one you went to a lot to study at before you moved away and closer to the heart of the city. you walked in, silently hoping your old friends that used to work there still do.

“y/n! oh my god, how long has it been? lia, y/n’s here!” your old friend, yeji, yelled across the cafe. in just a few moments, the store was adorned with a closed sign as your friends sat around you with fresh hot chocolates.

“won’t you guys lose business if you close up so early? won’t your boss be mad?” you asked them, sipping the drink in front of you.

“it’s winter break and all the college kids went home, we have no business!” yuna chuckled. “as for the boss, well…”

“you’re looking at her!” yeji announced cheerily. “we have a lot to catch up on, dude.” she giggled.

♡♡♡

you and the girls spent hours chatting, catching each other up on your lives and all the things you’d all been doing. you had completely forgotten about your earlier clash with hyunjin, letting yourself enjoy the company of your friends after so long. you absentmindedly flip your phone over to check the screen, only then noticing the numerous phone calls and texts you’d gotten from hyunjin as well as the others. you excuse yourself, walking away to call felix back first, not wanting to deal with confronting hyunjin right now.

“y/n! are you okay? you never let anyone know whether you’d gotten home safely and hyunjin said you weren’t home when he went to your place. where are you? we were about to call the police! dear god…” he rambled in a panic.

“ah, I’m so sorry lix—I wanted to get some air so I took the long way home and ended up at the cafe across from my old college. all the girls just happened to work tonight so we were catching up.” you explained, apologizing profusely.

“thank god, I’m just glad you’re okay. I’m sure hyunjin’s relieved, it looked like there were two rivers pouring out of his eyes earlier.” he laughed, sighing a breath of relief.

“I…haven’t called him yet.” you said hesitantly.

“y/n! call him now!” he scolded loudly, making you flinch.

“okay, okay! bye.” you grumbled, hanging up promptly. you called hyunjin right after, figuring you should just tell him you were on your way home to talk so he’d stop worrying. he picked up right away.

“are you okay? where are you? I’m so sorry, baby, please tell me you’re not hurt.” hyunjin cried into the phone, making your heart ache a little.

“I’m fine. I’ll be home soon.” you mumbled softly.

“where are you? it’s late, I’ll come to you.” you heard him shuffling.

“it’s okay—”

“y/n, I’m coming. where are you, love?” he said gently, sniffling a little.

“at the cafe across from my old college.” you said meekly.

“the one we had our first date at?” you could hear the fond smile spreading across his face at the memory.

“yeah. see you then.” you said quickly, hanging up abruptly. as much as you wanted to take the walk down memory lane with him, you were still hurt by the way he’d treated you earlier that night, and that hurt wasn’t going to be mended by a simple memory.

“everything alright?” ryujin came over, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“yeah, it was hyunjin,” she looked at you expectantly, knowing there was something more there, “we had a fight. it was one-sided though, all him,” you sighed. “he’s coming to pick me up, though.”

“you live like a 20 minute walk away, right? sit down and spill.” she dragged you back to your seat, quickly letting the others know what was up while you waited.

♡♡♡

“oh my god, I’m gonna kill him!” chaeryeong yelled, getting up from her seat and stomping.

“relax, chaer! they spent the whole evening here without telling him where they were so I’m sure hyunjin got a taste of his own medicine.” yuna chuckled.

“stop,” you whined, “I already feel bad enough.” you pouted at her.

she rolled her eyes before abruptly tapping your shoulder. “your boyfriend’s here.”

you saw him wave through the glass awkwardly. you got up and were immediately engulfed in a hug by all the girls.

“we’re always here for you, y/n. don’t forget to come visit sometimes.” yeji said into the hug, earning a nod from you.

“and I’ll actually kill him if he hurts your feelings again.” chaeryeong mumbled.

you just chuckled, letting them go and waving goodbye before heading out to go home with hyunjin.

“hey.” he said awkwardly. you said nothing, immediately walking in the direction of your home and catching hyunjin off guard. he caught up quickly though (curse his long ass legs) and followed next to you.

“baby, we need to talk.” he sighed.

“I have nothing to say.” you said coldly, still looking straight ahead.

“y/n, I was so worried!” he yelled, exasperated. you both stopped walking, realizing this was going to happen now or never.

“it’s one thing that you hate having me around your friends but what, now I can’t even hang out with my friends, hyunjin? fuck off!” you yelled back. even though you knew you were in the wrong for not letting him know you got home safely, it wasn’t fair, the whole situation wasn’t fair.

“you know that’s not fair y/n!” he said, as if he could read your mind.

“you know what isn’t fair, hyunjin? the fact that I put so much effort into spending this one night out of the month with you and your friends to show you I care about the things and people you love only to have you throw it back in my face and treat me like utter shit in front of them!”  your voice broke, making you immediately turn your head so hyunjin wouldn’t see you getting emotional.

he didn’t hesitate at all, immediately wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tight embrace. you didn’t attempt to pull away; you needed the comfort and hyunjin knew what you needed even better than you did.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he sighed, burying his face into the crook of your neck, “would you believe me if I said I was jealous?” he admitted, hiding even further into your neck.

“of what?” you questioned. there was a short pause before you answered for him, “of felix?” 

“mhmm” he hummed. he pulled himself off of you and looked at anywhere but you, “I don’t know…I guess I didn’t like that you were telling him everything that was going on in your life before you even told me, you know? I want to be the first person you want to talk to about everything.” he said sheepishly, clearly embarrassed to be saying something so vulnerable.

“hyune, you could’ve just told me that instead of humiliating me in front of your friends.” you said gently, not wanting to make him feel judged.

“I know. and I really am sorry baby, I shouldn’t have taken out my frustration on you.” he sighed, looking down and fidgeting with his fingers.

“I forgive you. but you do it one more time and we’re over, got it?” you said firmly, making sure he knew you were serious.

“it won’t happen ever again, I swear on my life.” he finally met your eyes to show you his sincerity.

you smiled, reaching your hand out for his. you held each other’s hands and he tucked your intertwined hands in his coat pocket as you continued your walk home, “now you wanna hear what the girls are up to?”

“you know I do.” he grinned.

“well for starters, you’re definitely on chaer’s hit list.”

“w-what?”

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♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> angstttt (is all i know how to do) ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> hyung line!skz x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> did he actually forget? or did someone make him forget? ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> swearing ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!

a/n -> i'm gonna use the same name for the girl best friend and it's soohee, i'm sorry if that's your name babes. to the person who sent me this request, babe i'll try making a happy ending i promise (even if this is just so sad lmaooo)

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chan ✉

it wasn't weird to you that he wasn't the first person to say "happy birthday" to you that morning. he had always been busy especially in comeback season, you weren't mad, just a bit disappointed. the messages started flooding in as you looked at your phone trying to respond to everything. as the hours passed and no chan messages, no appearances at your front door and definitely no calls, you were starting to feel a bit uneasy.

you thought maybe he was planning a surprise? maybe you had to be more patient. or maybe he actually forgot and you were just waiting for nothing. either way the thoughts left your head as soon as you heard the phone ring and it was a video call from minho.

"happy birthday (y/n)!" the boys cheered and they even had a cake with them. it made you feel ten times better knowing they cared so much but it still made you wanna cry not seeing chan there, it just felt wrong. "i'm sorry we couldn't say this earlier, we were busy with practice and i'm sure your boyfriend will be there at any minute." minho said.

"i hope so, he still hasn't said anything." you responded and they all looked confused as hell. chan had been wanting everything to be perfect for your birthday day and him not saying anything was kinda weird to all of them. "did he say anything to you guys?"

"he left earlier because he said he got plans? i thought he would be right there when we called." felix said and now it was your turn to be confused. so if he wasn't here and he said he got plans? where was he? it just didn't make sense. 

"i'm gonna text him right now to get his ass to your house." jisung said as he brought out his phone and texted as fast as he could. you could read the look on his face through the screen as he read the reply and it wasn't pleasing at all. "he's with soohee." jisung said and it was like everything stopped for a moment. 

"you're not serious right now." seungmin said and you couldn't hear the boys go off anymore because it was now starting to make sense. you were never really good friends with soohee, you tried to but it was like she had another image for who she wanted to be with chan (probably herself). you decided to hang up because you couldn't really talk anymore, you were just shocked that she would go that low and that he would not care enough. 

you wanted to go out and enjoy the rest of your birthday but it's like you were glued to the couch as the hours went by and eventually chan did get home. he looked at you and took in the scene, he wasn't sure what happened that you didn't text him all day like you usually do or that you didn't come by during practice. something had to be wrong for you to be acting like this right?

"baby? what's wrong? i missed you today." he said as he tried to sit down next to you but you got up and now he was starting to understand that he was the one who did you wrong. he still didn't know why though and the vague messages from the boys today weren't helping. he felt like he wasn't in on whatever was going on and it was starting to make him panic. "did i do something wrong? i have no idea what's happening."

"can i be alone today chris? i'm just not feeling too well." you expressed and that made him worry even more. you usually would talk it out if something like this happened but you were more silent than anything. you headed towards your shared room leaving a puzzled chan behind. that's when something popped up on his phone saying "(y/n)'s birthday, don't forget to pick up all the things you ordered!" and it fucking broke him completely. 

not only he didn't say happy birthday to you, not only he forgot to pick up all the gifts, not only did he not organize everything he had planned for today. he spent the whole day with a person he knew you weren't fond of and not with you who had waited all day for him to do something. if he wasn't the worst boyfriend in the planet right now, he surely didn't know who it was. 

minho ✉

it was no secret to you that minho forgot. you weren't really bothered by it since you weren't used to celebrating your birthday all that often but it made you kind of excited to do so this year. jisung decided to join you in organizing the event and when the day arrived, he said everything was set in place and of course told you happy birthday before anyone could do so.

"is minho hyung with you?" jisung asked over the phone as you tried to get ready. that question caught you off guard as you thought he told you he was going to be at the dorms. 

"he's not in the dorms?" you asked now feeling a bit troubled and hoping for the answer you knew wouldn't arrive because if he was at the dorms, jisung wouldn't have asked in the first place.

"i was sure that he told me he would be at your house before the party." he responded but as you looked around, yeah minho wasn't anywhere to be found and now you were wondering if he would show up at all. anxiety kicked in and that was not pleasant to feel on your special day. "okay i can feel you panicking through the phone already, he might be my best friend but i'm kicking his ass for lying."

jisung hanged up all of the sudden and you tried to concentrate on your look. you knew everyone was gonna be there so you wanted to make a good impression but all that was going through your mind was "why would minho lie?" and "where was minho?". it troubled you so much that you had to call him to know what was going on. 

"(y/n)? babe? i'm kinda busy right now." hearing his voice relieved you but you were still going back and forth in your head trying to figure out. maybe he was gonna surprise you? maybe he did really forget? or maybe he just didn't care? oh god all those questions.

"minho where are you?" you asked and waited for the dreaded response, you were already assuming the worst and you were right to do so when he responded.

"i'm at soohee's house. she had a bad date with a guy and she needed me here." he said as if it was all natural like he wasn't missing out on anything and that made you want to cry on the spot but you held back. it wasn't that he chose you over her, it was that she did this all the time and he wasn't realizing how she was using him. you wanted him to be here, to show you that he cared but his actions were speaking louder than anything.

"minho do me a favor and don't show up today." you said as you hung up, leaving a baffled minho on the other side of the line. what were you talking about? okay yes he lied about seeing his friend but it was because neither you or jisung liked her at all. he was just trying to be a good friend and he ended up being a bad one and also a terrible boyfriend in the process, how did that make any sense?

"who called?" soohee asked as she came back from getting all her makeup off after a long crying session. 

"oh it was (y/n), they were pissed at me though and i have no idea why." he explained and that only made her chuckle which had him confused. what was funny about his significant other being mad at him? yeah there was nothing funny about it.

"probably because their dumb birthday party was today." she responded and it hit him like a bucket of cold water. he looked at the calendar on his phone and he wanted to actually punch a wall. he forgot his partner's birthday, he lied in the process and he chose someone else who was now showing her true colors before him over you. how the fuck would he make it up to you now?

changbin ✉

you were trying to process what was going on as you woke up and had a ton of messages but there was no changbin beside you. it was weird also how all of the texts you were getting started with "happy birthday" but the one changbin sent only said "i'm gonna be busy today, sorry that i left without a goodbye!" and it was okay, you didn't expect him to remember everything especially when he was buried with work. 

well you thought it was work at least. you didn't expect it to be something else but every single one of the boys had told you to have a wonderful day and that they were sure changbin was gonna enjoy his day off with you. so it wasn't work and now you were left to think about the endless possibilities of where he could be.

"he left without a word?" yeonjun asked as he and wooyoung dropped by. they were some of changbin's closest friends but easily became yours as well as you hung out often with them. "but he told us he had big plans for today! where the fuck could he be?"

"i have no idea. i thought the boys would know but they even told me he asked for a day off to spend it with me." you said and you started to feel a little troubled. maybe something happened? he would tell you if something was happening though especially if it was an emergency.

"let's hope he's just planning the surprise." wooyoung said and you were hoping for that, that it was all just one big confusion and he didn't forget about you. you felt incredibly lonely when they left but they had hope that his friend would appear again and that "busy" meant he was gonna show up with a million flowers to make it up to you. 

but time was passing by and no changbin appeared until midnight. he didn't expect for you to be awake at such an hour but he didn't question it as he looked at you, dry tears in your face as you sniffled. worry washed over his body as he sat down next to you and tried to get close but you wouldn't let him.

"darling? what happened?" changbin asked, feeling the tension all of the sudden. he wasn't gonna be a coward and run away from it though, if you were feeling down it was his duty to know what happened.

"wooyoung and yeonjun were here thinking that you might show up with gifts or a reservation. i thought the same for a minute but then you never showed up." you said choking on your tears and it made his heart break into pieces as he processed what was happening. his friends showed up, his bandmates probably said something too, hell even his family told him to not forget about today and what did he do? not remember his significant other's special day.

"i'm sorry (y/n). i spent all day with soohee because she needed me and i forgot to even look at the date, i had everything planned. i'm such a fucking idiot but let me make it up to you." he tried explaining but it was no use as you got up as your sobs got louder and everything he said was only making it worse. he knew that beyond you not having a good relationship with her that he chose her over you on a date that was important and that he was now too late.

"so not only did you forget. you chose to spend it with a person who clearly hates me and everything about our relationship. i think that says more about you than me, changbin." you said as you shook your head and walked to your shared room, only to close the door in the process startling him. he feared that this would be the end because there was no going back from this one.

hyunjin ✉

you knew something was off when hyunjin basically went silent mode. he left the house in the morning, not a trace of a goodbye kiss and less of a happy birthday. he didn't answer his phone calls and neither the texts messages that you were sending which was very odd on his part. he usually would spam you images or emojis but there was no sight of him.

you asked chan if hyunjin happened to be at the studio and he responded back immediately saying that he was supposed to be there for practice and still hasn't showed up. which okay you could understand him working on your birthday, you weren't insane like that but he usually got there on time. you decided to grab your things and head to the jyp building, you wanted to see him mostly. maybe he had forgotten your birthday and that was okay, you still had the rest of the day to celebrate it.

everyone as soon as they saw you said "happy birthday" or greeted you which was very nice. when you saw the boys you couldn't help but smile even if deep down inside you were freaking out. you could tell the vibe was off as well as you saw chan on his phone but you weren't shook out of your thoughts as felix talked to you.

"you shouldn't have to spend your birthday at a filthy dance studio with us. you should be celebrating!" he said as he hugged you and you returned the hug. maybe you did need this embrace after all because you were feeling a little down as hyunjin still didn't arrive.

"i just wanted to see him lix. i'm kinda worried but i'm hoping for the best." you mumbled and he nodded as he understood how you were feeling and why you weren't acting like yourself.

"he says he's coming over here, thank god." chan said and that made you smile a little but then remembered he did not pick up any of your calls yet he picked up when chan called him. maybe he was busy before? well he could've still responded to you a bit later right?

you sat down next to seungmin as he saw how you were feeling and wanted to distract you from it. it was working until everyone saw hyunjin walk in with soohee and that was the answer to all your troubles even if it brought a storm towards you and what was going to happen.

"baby? what are you doing here?" he asked with a confused look on his face and could immediately pick up the tension in the room as the boys were glaring at him and you just looked so sad. 

"oh god are you seriously looking like that because he didn't say happy birthday? how old are you?" soohee spoke and hyunjin closed his eyes as he let it sink in. he knew you two weren't in terms and this only made it worse didn't it? he left without a trace, he didn't respond to anything on his phone and he was now walking in with her as she spoke to you in such a hateful way. 

"i'm just gonna go. i'm sorry for interrupting the practice guys and hyunjin, please don't come by my apartment." you said as the tears rolled down your face and you left as fast as you could. hyunjin wanted to go after you but felix stopped him because you needed to be alone for now to heal. the knot in his throat getting tighter as he thought about how he would redeem this after he fucked up so badly.

Lost in Translation (PT. 1)

Lee Felix x Female Y/N | Angst | Word Count: 1.1k

The fluorescent lights seemed to buzz with a cruel intensity as Y/N finished her shift. Every customer interaction had been a trial, every task a chore designed to test the very limits of her patience, not to mention her awful coworkers. To top it all off, the office coffee pot had sputtered its last that morning, leaving her with a lukewarm headache and a bitter aftertaste in her mouth.

Stepping outside, Y/N took a deep breath of the salty air, the familiar scent of the ocean doing little to soothe her frayed nerves. She fumbled for her phone, her fingers clumsy with exhaustion. Dialing Felix's number, she pressed the call button, hoping for a calming chat on the drive home. The phone beeped with a harsh finality as it went straight to voicemail.

"Hey Lix," she forced a chirp into her voice that sounded more like a croak. "Must be swamped. I'll be home in about twenty, save some dinner for your superstar employee?" She pocketed the phone with a sigh, the weight of the day settling on her shoulders like a leaden cloak.

The traffic was, as usual, a nightmare. Bumper to bumper, exhaust fumes stinging her eyes, the minutes stretched into an eternity. By the time Y/N pulled into the driveway, her frustration had hardened into a cold knot in her stomach. Unlocking the door, she called out, "Lix? I'm home!"

Her voice echoed in the emptiness. She dropped her bag on the hall floor with a thud, the sound seeming to crack the tense silence. Following the aroma of greasy goodness, she found Felix sprawled on the couch, phone in hand and a goofy grin plastered on his face, surrounded by an army of takeout containers. Half-eaten bags of chips littered the coffee table, a testament to his solo snacking session.

"Hey," he said, bouncing to his feet and engulfing her in a warm hug and placing a soft kiss on her lips. "How was your day?"

Y/N stiffened instantly. This wasn't unusual behavior for Felix, in fact the two of them would cuddle almost every day they loved it so much, but today, it felt suffocating. The weight of the day, the isolation of the commute, the desperate need for decompression - it all pressed down on her, making his well-meaning gesture feel like an unwelcome intrusion.

"It was..." she managed, trying to push him back gently, her voice strained. "It was rough."

"Rough, huh? That's terrible! But hey, at least you're home now! I, uh, got a bunch of your favorite stuff for dinner. And, uh, rented that movie you wanted to see." He gestured enthusiastically at the overflowing coffee table.

Y/N's smile faltered. He'd not only gotten takeout, but enough food to feed a small army. And the movie, while sweet, wasn't exactly what she needed right now. She felt a surge of something close to panic.

"Felix, this is..." She took a shaky breath. "This is too much. I had a really overwhelming day, and I just need some space."

Felix's smile faltered, replaced by a worried frown. "Space? Like, how much space? I mean, I can move over on the couch-"

"No, not like that!" The knot in her stomach tightened, her voice rising. "I need you to back off. Way off!"

Felix's hands flew up in a placating gesture. "Okay, okay! Jeez, you don't have to yell." His voice, however, held a wounded edge.

Y/N closed her eyes, willing herself to calm down. Taking a deep breath, she tried again. "I’m sorry. Listen, I appreciate you trying to cheer me up, but it's the opposite of what I need right now. I just need some time by myself to unwind."

Felix's shoulders slumped. "Yeah," he mumbled. "Okay. I get it."

The tension in the room was thick. Y/N sank onto the couch, the takeout containers blurring into a meaningless mess. This wasn't how she wanted the night to go. She just wanted some space, some time to decompress, but she felt like a terrible person for needing it. Yelling at Felix was the worst feeling.

The silence stretched between them, a tense battleground in the living room. Y/N stared at the takeout containers, her stomach churning with a mix of hunger and frustration. Felix shuffled in the kitchen, the clatter of dishes a hollow sound.

A few moments later, he reappeared, hesitantly approaching the couch. Y/N tensed as he sat down, much closer than before. "So, maybe you want to watch a little bit of the movie before you take your bath?" he suggested, his voice barely a whisper.

Y/N flinched, the pressure of his presence suddenly overwhelming. "No!" she snapped, the word exploding in the quiet room. Felix recoiled, startled by her outburst.

Taking a shuddering breath, Y/N tried to rein in her anger. "Look," she said, her voice tight, "I told you I needed space. Are you stupid? Do you not understand that?"

Felix looked down at his hands, his hopeful expression crumbling. "I just thought..." he mumbled.

"You thought wrong!" Y/N shot back, her voice rising again. She forced herself to take another deep breath. "Felix," she said, trying for a calmer tone, "all day long, everything has felt like it's closing in on me. Work was a nightmare, traffic was a nightmare, and now you..." She trailed off, frustration knotting her throat.

Felix finally looked up, his eyes filled with hurt confusion. "What did I do?"

Y/N threw her hands up in exasperation. "You smothered me! The food, the movie, sitting right here when I clearly need some space... and then I called you as soon as I got off work, and you didn’t even answer me, but when I get home, here you are, just scrolling on your goddamn phone! I got no call back, no text, nothing!" Her voice hitched, the anger threatening to boil over again. Tears begin to brim in Felix’s eyes at her words, but the rage Y/N felt blinded her from the fact she was hurting him. “Why the fuck are you crying?! Your day seems so have been fine! You’re fucking 23, not 7! Suck it up for goodness sake!”

Felix opened his mouth to speak, but Y/N cut him off. "No. Just... no. I need some time alone. To decompress. To breathe." She pointed towards the hallway. "Can you please just give me that? For once? Or do you really feel the need to be fucking clingy all the time?!”

Felix's shoulders slumped, defeat etched on his face. He mumbled an apology and retreated quickly down the hallway. As the silence settled, a cold dread crept in alongside the lingering anger. This wasn't how she wanted the night to go. She just wanted some space, some time to process her day, but now the air hung thick with unspoken words and hurt feelings. Slamming her hands on the couch in frustration, Y/N sank back, the weight of their own guilt beginning to consume her.

ahh!! this is my first time writing, lemme know if you liked it!! part two will be out soon🖤