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s.coups - even when it hurt

pairing : s.coups / f!reader

summary : best friends. the both of you always had feelings for each other, despite not wanting to admit the obvious tension between you everytime you were together. but what happens when one day hurtful words are exchanged?

word count : 4.3k

genre : angst, mutual pining, happy ending

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you always made time for him.

even when he was buried in work, even when he forgot plans or left your messages on read for hours — you understood.

he was an artist.

he was busy.

and you were just his best friend.

not that it stopped you from loving him.

you never said it out loud, though.

and neither did he.

⸻

the fight started like any normal day.

you were supposed to hang out — just something simple, dinner and a walk around the city like you always used to. you were already waiting outside the ramen place, excited to catch up, heart a little fluttery for reasons you tried not to examine too closely.

you waited.

and waited.

he didn’t show.

you finally texted, “hey, are you coming?”

no reply.

twenty minutes later: “everything okay?”

still nothing.

half an hour later, he called.

“shit, yn. i’m so sorry. i’m still at the studio — time got away from me.”

your heart sank. "you forgot?" you said.

“not forgot, just— things got hectic. can we do it another day?”

you forced a smile even though he couldn’t see it. “sure. another day.”

but it stung. not just because he forgot, but because it wasn’t the first time.

and something about the way he sounded — distracted, distant — pushed something in you.

“you always do this, cheol.”

his tone sharpened. “do what?”

“cancel. make me feel like an afterthought.”

“come on, don’t be like that.”

“i’m not being like anything,” you said, voice shaking. “i wait around for you all the time, but you can’t even remember one simple plan?”

he sighed. “i said i was sorry. why are you blowing this up?”

“because it hurts,” you snapped. “because i care more than you do.”

he went quiet.

you both did.

then, colder: “maybe we should take some space.”

your chest tightened. “fine.”

you hung up.

⸻

you didn’t speak for days.

it hurt more than you expected.

you cried.

not just because of the fight — but because you missed him. every part of him.

you had already bought tickets to his concert before the fight happened.

front row.

you wanted to cheer him on, even if he never saw you that way.

your best friend tried to convince you not to go.

“you’re literally sick. your fever’s high, and you haven’t eaten all day.”

but you were stubborn. you didn’t want to miss it. not after everything.

⸻

what you didn’t know was that your best friend told one of the other members about your fever.

and that member told cheol.

“she's sick hyung.” mingyu told him, as they were getting ready for practice.

"...okay." he replied, cold and unbothered.

“that's it? okay?” mingyu asked, surprised.

"what do you want me to say gyu? we're not talking anymore."

he tried to act casual, but the second he was alone, he clenched his phone and cursed under his breath.

he was mad at you, but he didn’t want you to suffer.

especially not alone.

⸻

concert night.

you showed up anyway.

you told yourself you’d just watch quietly from the crowd, cheer when you could, maybe leave early if you felt faint.

but your body had other plans.

halfway through the second set, your vision blurred.

your hands shook.

your knees buckled.

the lights above you flickered.

and then everything went black.

the crowd gasped, alerting one of the staff members on site. the members on stage noticed the commotion, and paused the performance.

"someone fainted. a girl." the staff said.

something made mingyu ask, "what does she look like?"

the staff described you.

cheol's heart sank.

he didn't even say a word to the members.

just dropped his mic on the stage and ran.

⸻

“y/n? can you hear me?”

your eyes opened slowly.

the smell of antiseptic filled your nose. your throat was dry, and your head pounded.

you turned — and he was there.

sitting beside your bed, hands clenched, eyes bloodshot.

“cheol?”

his lips parted, shaky. “you fainted. at the show. dehydration, the doctor said.”

ou blinked. “you… why are you here?”

“because,” he said, voice raw, “i love you.”

your breath caught.

he looked like he hadn’t slept.

“i was stupid. about everything. i thought keeping you at arm’s length would protect what we had, but all it did was hurt both of us.”

your eyes welled.

“i love you,” he repeated. “i’ve loved you for so long, and i thought… maybe you didn’t feel the same.”

you laughed, weakly. “i thought the same.”

he leaned in, forehead to yours. “i’m so sorry.”

“me too.”

later, in the quiet of the hospital room, he held your hand.

not like a friend.

not like before.

but like someone who never wanted to let go again.

- the end -

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mingyu - boy next door

pairing : mingyu / f!reader

summary : you two have been inseperable since childhood, always bickering. little did either of you know, feelings developed as time went by.

word count : 2.5k

genre : childhood best friends to lovers au, inspired by love next door

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flashback (year : 2004)

"y/n!! quick, you're gonna be late!" your mom shouts from the stairs. you scramble as you pack your books into your bag, which your mom had told you to prepare yesterday night.

you run down the stairs, almost tripping. your mom stuffs your mouth with a kimbap before you rush outside, just in time to bump into your next door neighbour, mingyu. mingyu was the same age as you. he was timid, and quite frankly you didn't know how he was going to survive elementary school. the kids in the neighbourhood were always picking on him, and he would never say anything to them.

"mingyu ya, go with y/n if you're scared to walk alone. have a great day at school okay? i love you!" his mom tells him, as he awkwardly walks towards you. you roll your eyes, thinking to yourself- "ah im gonna have to babysit this kid again..."

You cross your arms, sighing loudly as Mingyu adjusts the straps on his backpack like it’s some complicated mission.

“come on, you’re so slow!” you grumble, already starting to walk. “if we’re late, it’s your fault.”

he hurries to catch up, his little legs trying to match your pace.

"sorry...." he softly mumbles, making you feel the slightest guilt.

“yah, why don't you tell the boys to stop messing with you?" you say, as you kicked a small pebble to the side of the road.

"i don't want to fight..." he says again, softly.

"you don’t have to fight, just… say something back!” you tell him.

"i'm not like you,” he replies, almost in a whisper.

you blink.

"what's that supposed to mean?" you ask, curious.

he fidgets with the hem of his shirt. “you're… brave. loud. people listen to you.”

you stop walking for a second, stunned. You, brave?

your chest feels warm. you hate it.

“yah kim mingyu!” you yell, as he turns to you, shocked from your loud voice. “from now on, I’ll protect you, okay?”

he looks up at you, surprised.

“like a bodyguard,” you add, grinning proudly.

mingyu smiles — the first real smile you’ve seen on him since you met him. “okay.”

present day : year 2025

you stare out of your apartment window, watching the rain trickle down the window as your favourite song plays in the background. you had just gotten home 1 week ago, still jetlagged from the timezone change.

for 6 years, you lived abroad in london. you had received a scholarship to study at one of the most prestigious schools there, prompting you to move 9000km away from home. after you graduated, you even landed a job at one of the largest law firms. you thrived there, and all your colleagues loved you. or so you thought.

you had also met a guy, jaeyun, a mutual of one of your coworkers. he was an architect, so both of you had demanding jobs that prevented you from seeing each other often. even so, you made it work. you both knew that at this point in your life, your careers were what mattered to you most, and you liked that there was a mutual understanding between the two of you. 2 years after dating, jaeyun proposed to you. you moved in together shortly after, and life went on. you were happy. content. keyword, were.

as you scooped out the kimchi jigae you had cooked on the stove into a bowl, your phone buzzed.

a text. from an unknown number. as you read the message, your heart sank.

kim mingyu...?

you haven't spoken to him since you left korea. you both had your gone your separate ways after university. different majors, different cities, different people.

you smile, as you start to text back.

your heart sinks, knowing you weren't ready to tell anyone the real reason you were back. you cleaned up your dirty plates, grabbed your bag and left your apartment.

the breeze hit your face as you walked towards the playground you both used to play at as kids. suddenly, everything looked so small. you laugh to yourself, remembering how mingyu used to be so scared of the jungle gym, and how you practically had to save him everytime.

"hey." a deep voice suddenly comes from behind you.

you turn around, and there stood mingyu. he was wearing his grey hoodie and black sweatpants, hair styled like he was about to go for a photoshoot. out of habit, you ruffle his hair, making him roll his eyes.

"ughhhh you always do this!" he says, as he makes his hair all nice again.

you haven't seen him in so long, why does it feel like he got taller? more... handsome? looking at him made butterflies appear in your stomach.

"what are you thinking about?" he interrupts your thoughts.

"huh? oh. nothing." you say.

for the next hour, the two of you talk like there was no tomorrow, telling each other every detail of your lives that you missed. well, not everything.

-

2 weeks later

you didn't know you missed home this much.

life never felt so good in so long.

you stopped waking up with a knot in your chest. the ache of betrayal turned into something duller, something manageable.

you helped your mom cook, and you started painting again.

most importantly, you spent time with mingyu.

sometimes it was just errands — walking to the mart, buying your sister her milk tea obsession. sometimes he’d show up with ramyeon and say, “wanna watch something dumb?” and sometimes, like tonight, you found yourselves on the rooftop, where you used to sneak snacks in middle school.

you both leaned against the wall, eating ice cream bars under the stars.

"remember when you used to cry whem your mom packed the wrong lunch?” you teased.

mingyu groaned. “i was eight.” he defends himself.

“you're still dramatic.” you say, laughing.

“and you’re still mean.” he scoffs.

you smiled.

he looked at you then, quiet for a moment. “you were gone a long time.”

you nodded. “i know.”

"you know, you can tell me if there's something on your mind. you were always there for me when we were kids, so i guess its time to pay you back."

"what do you mean? there's nothing on my mind!" you say, sniffling a little.

"dumbass. i've known you practically your whole life. you didn't think i would've known something was up with you? you've been acting weird ever since you came home."

"weird? like what?" you say.

"like.. you don't smile as much as you used to anymore. you barely talk about london, and you pretty much avoid any and all conversations about your fiancé. even when we hang out, you seem... distant. like you're carrying this weight alone and you don't want to burden us."

you looked down, biting your lip, feeling the lump in your throat grow.

“maybe i don’t want to talk about it,” you whispered.

he reached over, gently brushing your hand.

“hey, you don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready. but you don’t have to pretend with me, okay? you've always been my best friend.”

you swallowed hard, a tear escaping down your cheek.

"i came back because i have no one there. i just... life was terrible there. i was so unhappy. gyu, i- i.. it got so bad i had to take a break from work." you say, softly.

"no one? what about jaeyun?" he asked, confused.

"i caught him cheating on me with a coworker of his... thats why i left. its why i came home." you say.

mingyu's face went through a whole series of dramatic expressions — shock, confusion, disbelief, then pure outrage — like a live emoji show.

"wait, what? are you serious?!” he blurted, eyes wide.

he clenched his fists. “what a jerk. i swear i'm gonna rearrange his face if i ever see him!"

you laugh a little from what he said.

he looks at you, his puppy eyes gleaming. you could tell he felt bad for you. suddenly, he pulls you into a tight hug.

and the two of you stayed like that for what felt like ages.

-

1 month later (at y/n's house)

your mom had invited mingyu to stay for dinner tonight since his parents were busy. they always were, since he was a kid. your family practically raised him, and treated him like a son.

"imo, i can help, give me that." he says, as your mom holds plates of banchan to bring to the dining table.

"sit down mingyu, you're a guest!" your mom insists.

after arranging all the dishes, everyone started digging into your mom's homemade food.

"eomma, this kimchi is soooo good..." your sister says.

"right? oh my gosh, and the bibimbap too, thanks eomma." you chime in.

soon, everyone started talking about random things. work, school, retired life. all of a sudden, your mom makes a comment.

"you know," she said, passing the kimchi to mingyu, "i still can't believe y/n just packed up and came home like that. what even happened huh?"

you stiffened, not knowing what to say in the moment.

you were about to say something when mingyu, who was chewing thoughtfully and in his own world– suddenly said, "honestly, she handled it way better than me. if my fiancé cheated on me, i'd be in jail by now."

the room went silent. the air felt cold.

your mom froze. "what did you just say, mingyu?" she asked, not sure if her ears were playing games on her.

"i.... uh.... shit, y/n im so sorry.. i thought you told them.." he said, looking at you sheepishly.

"so, its true? y/n, tell us now, is it true?" your dad says, his voice getting louder by the second. "appa.." you started.

"how could you keep something like this a secret??" your mom says, still shocked.

"i didn't want to disappoint anyone.." you say, tears welling up in your eyes.

"jagiya, call jaeyun that bastard now. i'm going to have a talk with him." your dad tells your mom sternly.

"appa, please don't. we're over. there's nothing to talk about. we were both unhappy and we just- i-" you say, sniffling.

"look, what's done is done, okay? appa, eomma, im sorry i didn't tell you, but please for the love of god, don't contact him. i don't want to ever hear from him again" you say, before rushing out the door in tears.

you didn't know, but mingyu followed behind you.

you went to the same park you and mingyu were always at, sitting on one of the swings. you were thinking to yourself, when you heard the sound of shoes shuffling amongst some leaves behind you. you looked up to see mingyu, standing with a guilty expression.

"what do you want." you say, a hint of anger in your voice.

"im sorry... i didn't know, i didn't mean to spill your secret. y/n, please don't be mad." he says.

"its fine," you sighed. "it was bound to come out eventually."

he slowly walked toward you, hands in his pockets, the gravel crunching under his shoes.

mingyu stood beside the swing for a second before quietly sitting down on the one next to yours. you could feel his eyes on you, waiting. hesitating.

“i knew something was wrong the moment you came back,” he said after a while. “you weren’t… you.”

you didn’t reply, just kept your eyes on the ground.

“you smiled, but it never looked like it used to. you flinched when people hugged you. you didn’t unpack your bags for a week.”

you exhaled a shaky breath, blinking up at the sky. “you noticed all that?”

“of course I did. i’ve known you since you used to steal my lunch at school.”

you finally turned to look at him. his expression was serious, soft. the kind of look he only gave when it was just the two of you.

“i hated seeing you like that,” he said. “and I hated him. for everything he did to you. for not appreciating you.”

your heart twisted.

“i wanted to say something. so many times. but i didn’t think i had the right.” he glanced down, fiddling with the chain of the swing. “after all, i was just… your childhood best friend.”

you were quiet. the air between you buzzed with tension, like the pause before lightning strikes.

“i think,” he said, voice almost breaking, “i’ve been in love with you for longer than i can even explain. i thought i could live with just being near you. that maybe someday you’d come back, and maybe i’d still be here.”

he turned his head to meet your eyes.

"but then.. your mom told me you were getting married. you know, when i heard the news, i couldn't sleep or eat properly for days. i think... that's when i truly knew how much you meant to me. how much i loved you." he says.

he turned his head to meet your eyes.

“but when you told me what happened, part of me felt relieved. i thought maybe this time, i'd have a chance. i realized i couldn't just stay on the sidelines anymore.”

you stared at him, heart pounding.

“and i’m not asking you to love me back,” he added quickly, nervous now. “i just needed you to know. that someone has always been looking out for you. that someone will always choose you.”

the swing creaked faintly as you reached out, your hand brushing against his.

mingyu froze, then slowly turned his hand over so your palms touched. his hand was warm, steady — a quiet contrast to the mess in your chest. you looked down at your fingers, now intertwined, and for a moment, the silence between you said more than any words could.

"you always do this," you whispered.

"do what?" he asked, eyes searching yours.

"show up. just when i think everything's falling apart." you let out a shaky breath. "even when i push you away… you're still here."

he smiled faintly, his thumb brushing over your knuckle. "i never left, y/n. i never will."

it hit you all at once — all those years, the teasing, the shared snacks, the late-night talks under the stars, the way his eyes always softened just a little more when he looked at you — it was all there. you had been running from it, or maybe just too afraid to admit it.

but now, sitting next to him on that old swing set, the boy who had always stood beside you… you finally saw it.

and you felt it.

"mingyu," you said, barely louder than a whisper.

he looked at you. really looked at you.

you leaned in, slowly — cautiously — giving him every second to pull away. but he didn’t.

your lips met his softly, gently — not the kind of kiss that demanded, but one that promised.

and in that quiet corner of your small hometown playground, everything just… clicked.

-- end --

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