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The sound of the doorbell ringing repeatedly was enough to wake you up from your spot on the couch. Seeing the clock prominently displaying the time, 3:24AM was enough to remind you how you had feel asleep waiting up for Wooyoung once again. Opening the door to see him drunk for what was the 3rd time this week, however, was enough for you to push you over the edge.
“Wooyoung, what the hell?” You groaned as he stumbled forward into your arms, almost knocking you backwards as his weight completely rested on your body. You pushed him back slightly, watching as he almost fell but caught himself last minute using the wall as support.
“What?” He looked annoyed by your actions and while his jarring tone would have made you feel bad before, you didn’t seemed phased by it this time around.
“It’s three in the morning and you’re coming home drunk again. What is going on with you?” You furrowed your brows as you watched him lazily remove his shoes.
“So what?” His words slurred a bit as he spoke, “It’s my life and it’s none of your business,”
“None of my business?” You weren’t sure why tears were building up in your eyes, “Wooyoung I’m your girlfriend and I get worried. I love you and I’m afraid that one night you’re going to get hurt coming back. I’m afraid you might not come back,”
“Why…Why wouldn’t I come back?” He moved closer to you, his hand immediately grabbing onto you for support. You grimaced at the stench of alcohol that lingered on his breath.
“You’re getting trashed and you can barely walk, let alone make it home. I don’t even know how you do it. I don’t want to wake up one day and find that you were in an accident driving home or that you fell in some ditch or-“
“None of that is going to happen,” Wooyoung rested his head on your shoulder, “Stop over reacting”
“Overreacting?” A few tears escaped your eyes, sliding down your cheeks, “Wooyoung…I’m so fucking tired of this,” You could feel yourself snapping. It had been weeks of this same situation and every time, you let it slide because you loved him. But after every time, you felt yourselves becoming more distant and you hated it but you knew you were slowly falling out of love with him. He wasn’t the same person who you had met two years ago at a music festival, who kept you from being pushed around in the crowds. He wasn’t the same person who took you to an observatory on your first date because he wanted to, as he put it, put the stars to shame by comparing them to you. He wasn’t the same person who helped you with studying for finals, who watched all the marvel movies with you in 2 weeks, who experimented different beauty masks with you, who held you when you were scared. No, now he was the person who was dosing off on your shoulder as you stood in front of him, terrified because you knew that these next few minutes would make or break your relationship.
“Please,” You shook his body gently, making him pull away and look down at you, his eyes void of care, “Please stop doing this. I’ve tried so much but it’s getting too overwhelming to handle. Wooyoung I’m worried and I…I love you but if you can’t clean up your act I have to…..g-go,” Your words were shaky and you weren’t sure if they were coherent as small sobs passed your lips.
“Really?” The scoff that left his lips pulled your attention up, “You’re so pathetic _____. You can’t handle it? I’ve been swamped and stressed because of my job and you’re overwhelmed? What do you even do, huh? You study and go to school and then you hang out with me? What’s so stressful about that? You’re being such a fucking bitch right now,”
You felt your heart dropping with his words and you knew this was the moment. You felt it slowly over the past few weeks but you knew this was the point where you were completely falling out of love.
“I’m going to bed,” He mumbled before pushing past you and trudging to your shared bedroom.
You weren’t sure how long you stood there, shock taking over your body as the tears stopped but when you made your way to the room, you found the boy passed out on the bed, light snores filling the air. Your body felt heavy as you walked over to the closet, pulling a suitcase out before laying it on the edge of the bed and filling it with as much of your stuff as you could find. Wooyoung shuffled around a bit in his sleep but didn’t wake up at your actions. Why would he? He was knocked out drunk and probably wouldn’t remember most of the night anyways. He could figure out what he had to in the morning but you wouldn’t be there to help him with that.
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word count: 18,247
genre: highschool!au, baseball player!jisung, a lot of angst and fluff. childhood friends to enemies to friends to lovers lmao
warnings: mentions of bullying, a lot of emotional baggage from jisung’s part, physical fighting, basically lots of high school angst.
author’s note: hey everyone! im finally back from the dead lol, thank you to everyone who has waited to long for this and sent me ice messages, they really encouraged me :) anyway, a couple of things you guys should know before you start are: i tried to make this jisung a lot like real jisung idk if i did but i hope it worked lol and i tried to make as unfiltered of high school experience as you can get. so jisung faces bullying and social pressure in this and the 2000 line and chenle are all the same age as jisung in this. its a long one but i really hope you like it! thank you! (Btw!! this one is for all my 2002 liners who are going into senior year, lets make this year the best one yet!)
synopsis: 4 years ago, you and jisung’s long term friendship came to an abrupt end. now in senior year, the two of you find yourselves being forced together again by your mothers. suddenly, jisung begins to ask himself what is more important: his reputation or you.
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summary: you think that the situation you’ve gotten yourself into was hysterical since being at a race track was not your ideal plan on a friday night. in fact, it was even more hysterical that you happen to meet the playboy of your campus that’s known to be one of the most talented racers that night also, the same person that you remember from a one summer ago.
pairing: bad boy/streetracer!sunwoo x ex fling!fem.reader
genre: mentions of a toxic relationship, illegal racing, there is angst and semi-suggestive for sure and i don’t think there will be a lot of fluff in this?? but definitely some humor to lighten the mood a bit. but again warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol and again toxic relationship between the mc and sunwoo!
updates: tuesdays/fridays? at 7pm est (tentatively)
started on: 04.01.21 ended on: 05.16.21
a/n: this is basically a revamped version of my svt fic wild hearts and also inspired by the concept for breaking dawn heheh, but with more plot and angst!!! if you want to read the prequel then you can find it below but be warned that there is mature content in it!! if you want to be added to the taglist for this series in particular, just click here and you’d be able to put yourself on it hehe or send an ask or dm~ :)) also for a disclaimer this was written for fictional and entertainment purposes only and in no way shape or form is to be taken into the real world!!! anyways hope you enjoy this!!
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