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His Anger, His resentment- He's Hurt. (Part 2)

Y/N x Chan Angst, comfort.

Ever since the presumed breakup, I have been living at full speed. I have lived, breathed ‘mastering the perfect morning routine’. I wake up before dawn every day, dragging myself out of bed despite the exhaustion that clings to my bones. The gym has become my battlefield. Every rep, every mile, every drop of sweat is a fight to silence the voices in my head—voices that echo his words: "Lazy." I push myself harder each day, as if working out long enough will erase the sting of those words, as if making my body strong will somehow make me enough.

My days are consumed by a strict routine I’ve crafted - meditation, journaling, praying. Anything to “centre” myself, the thoughts that swirl around me, constantly reminding me of how "ungrateful" I was in his eyes. I tell myself it’s working, that I’m doing better, that I’m healing—but the reality is, I’m drowning in the pressure I’ve put on myself.

Hours slip by as I force my mind to focus, to study every page like it’s my lifeline. I’m not just studying; I’m cramming, obsessing over every detail, determined to prove I’m not the lazy, unmotivated person he accused me of being. I’m trying to prove my self-worth.

The kitchen has turned into a place of torture. I spend endless hours trying to perfect my recipes, tweaking ingredients, timing everything just right. But with every meal I make, a voice whispers in my mind: "You always cook horrible food." The taste of failure lingers in my mouth no matter how much I try. I’ve applied for part-time jobs, working late into the night, just to pay for my studies on my own. I refuse to "leech."

Somewhere, deep down, I know it’s too much. I know I’m running on fumes, that I’m losing myself in the chaos of trying to be perfect. But as long as I keep moving, keep achieving, maybe - just maybe it will fill the empty space he left behind.

 Chan doesn’t realise the weight of the situation until Friday rolls around. His phone vibrates in his hand, and the screen flashes with a notification from his manager.Jeongin knocks on his studio door, Chan barely registers the sound. "Come in," he murmurs, distracted, fingers gripping his phone. Jeongin opens the door.

"Hyung, the movie is about to start." Chan nods, getting up in understanding, but only then does he realise that it’s already Friday. How did the week slip away so fast? He sighs and gets up from his desk. For a brief moment, the weight of his responsibilities threatens to pull him under.

Chan walks out, phone in hand, takes a deep breath, attempting to mask the unease gnawing at him, and flings himself on the vacant seat. The lounge is filled by the members and their significant others. The usual sounds of laughter and conversation fill the air. Chan checks the messages from his manager asking for updates on their current project.

Manager Hyung

How far are you with the album?

20:30

The words hang in the air, sharp and cold. Chan feels a familiar rush of panic flood his chest, his stomach twisting. He freezes for a moment before a flashback hits him like a slap to the face. A few days ago, while Chan was at the company studio, he got called by his manager. "How far along are you with the new album's music?" The blood drained from Chan’s face. "Hyung...I've been so caught up with the other groups' new albums. I completely forgot." His voice tight, trying not to sound unprofessional.

While his manager reassures him with a "I'll see what I can do,” his voice calm yet frustrated. Chan apologises profusely, but the damage had already been done. Chan beats himself up. How could it slip my mind? I’m the leader. I was supposed to be reliable. It’s my responsibility to make sure stuff like this doesn’t happen.

Jeongin notices a shift in Chan’s demeanour, his usual upbeat energy dampened. Chan, who always wore his emotions on his sleeve, is now staring blankly at the screen, barely acknowledging the film playing before him. And to top it all off, I'm nowhere to be seen. In fact, he hasn’t heard from me in a while. Did something happen?

“Hyung, where’s Y/n?” Chan looks at Jeongin. “Right here…” The words die in his throat when he looks around the lounge to see that I was, in fact, not there. Not only does his mind go radio silent, but it begins to crash. The world around him fades, and all that remains is the crushing thought

What did I do?

His hand trembles slightly as he reaches for his phone, but his thoughts are clouded. Was it something he said? Something he didn’t say? He recalls the last few days, the argument, the coldness he’d thrown my way. He can't remember the exact moment it started unravelling, but now, in the pit of his stomach, the gnawing feeling is undeniable. Jeongin and now the other members begin growing concerned, “Hyung…?” Chan lets out a shaky breath. “I don’t know.”

Chan grabs his coat, running out the door – sending countless calls and messages to get through to me. He reaches my apartment.

My kitchen looked like a war zone. The air is thick with the smell of burnt food, and the sink is piled high with failed attempts. The timer rings, signalling the latest batch of cookies I’ve tried to perfect, but the results are disappointing, as they always are. I slide the tray out of the oven, a wave of frustration rising in my chest. I breathe heavily.

"Just one thing right. One thing," I mutter, eyes stinging with tears I refuse to shed. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, focusing on the next task, the next step in the routine that has become my life. But it’s not working. Nothing feels right. Nothing feels enough.

A crash from the kitchen interrupts my spiral. A bowl falls from the counter, shattering on the floor. I freeze, the sound of it reverberating in my mind. I feel like I’m breaking, just like the pieces of ceramic at my feet. It’s then that I hear the knock on the door. My heart skips a beat. I look at the camera on the wall. It’s Chan.

He looks dishevelled, with bags under his red eyes. I don’t want to answer. I can’t. But something inside me forces me to go. My fingers tremble as I reach for the door handle. When I open the door, Chan stands there, coat still on, his face filled with concern. His gaze softens as he takes me in—my apron messed with cookie dough and flour. My hair in a messy bun. I’m worn down. I’ve been fighting battles no one can see. "Y/n…"

I turn around and go to clean up the mess on the floor. I pick up the pieces of ceramic from the floor. He follows behind me. "Honey." I ignore him hastening my cleaning up. "Honey listen to me." he moves to clean the mess for me. I push his hand grabbing the pieces hurriedly not caring for the cuts that begin to decorate my palm. ''Can you not Chan?!"

He takes a deep breath stepping away. Eyes welled with tears. "You're hurting yourself." I roll my eyes dropping the pieces into the plastic bag. "Oh please, as if you care. Don't pretend." He moves closer to me. "I really didn't mean it. None of it."

I turn to him, "You know, I really want to believe you, Chan. To an extent, I do, because I know who you are. I know what type of person you are - both on and off camera. But your words broke something in me. Something I don’t know how to fix anymore. And it hurts. It’s something I would never, in a million years, have done to you - even at my lowest. I don’t know if this is something you can fix, Chan."

He sighs, dejected by my words. He walks toward me and gently takes my hands in his. He grabs a paper towel, dampening it, and begins cleaning up my cuts. His face tightens in concern as he frowns, then walks away to get the first aid box. He motions for me to sit on the barstool and begins sorting through my wounds.

Tears roll down his cheeks, but he doesn’t speak. When he’s finished bandaging my hands, I lift his chin gently. "You don’t have to beat yourself up," I say softly. He frowns, his voice barely a whisper. "I could say the same to you."I sigh, looking away for a moment, gathering the strength to speak. "I think we need a break—"

He interrupts me, his voice firm. "No." I hold his hand, squeezing it. "Yes, we do. You need to work through whatever’s going on with you, on your own. And I... I need therapy. I need time to heal. When we’re better... maybe then we can try and do this again."

He looks at me, eyes searching mine. After a moment, he adds quietly, "Can we at least still stay friends during that time? I want us to heal our bond as well." I nod. He opens his arms and engulfs me in a comforting hug. "It's all going to be okay." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "Yeah."

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His Anger, His resentment - He's Hurt.

Y/n x Chan Angst.

I could hear the faint click of his shoes, but i couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He had come home earlier than usual. His shoulders were tense, his brows furrowed as if something was gnawing at him. I wasn't sure what had happened but I could tell he was not the same person that left the apartment this morning.

He walked into his studio room, shutting the door behind him. He was visibly upset and I couldn't leave him be. Being his girlfriend I felt an obligation to check on him, give him a hot beverage and make sure he was alright.

I headed to the kitchen. I scooped dark chocolate chips into the pot of milk, stirring until it melted smoothly. As the espresso brewed, the familiar smell of coffee filled the kitchen. I poured the espresso into a cup, mixing it with the chocolate milk. Topping it with whipped cream and a sprinkle of cocoa powder, I watched the steam rise from the cup, offering a small, comforting moment before I had to face everything else.

I pushed the handle down slowly before entering. I stood in the small space at the entrance of the room.

His usual confident demeanor was replaced by a tense silence that filled the room. He ran a hand over his face, his shoulders tight, and his gaze fixed on the computer screen without really seeing it. The flicker of frustration was evident in the way his fingers slammed against the keys. The room, usually filled with his goofy energy, felt stiflingly quiet, the weight of his silence speaking louder than anything he could have said. He wasn’t looking at me, but I could feel that something had gone terribly wrong, even if he wasn’t ready to say it.

"Hey, my Channie. Whatcha doing?"

He didn’t answer right away, just clicked away at the screen, his jaw clenched tight. His eyes flickered over to me, cold and distant. I had seen that look before, when he was dealing with something bigger than he let on.

"Busy with work. Can you not see?" My lips twitch into a smile that feels too tight, as my hands fidget with the cup. "Yeah. I can. I brought some hot Mocha for you." He looks at me with a cold gaze. "Leave it far away from my computer." I nod, leaving it on the side table next to the door.

I stepped closer, trying to lighten the mood. I laid a hand on his shoulder, hoping to offer some comfort, but he flinched, pushing my hand away. "What else do you need?" I frown. "I don't need anything. I just wanted to ask you how your day was." He nods. "Seriously, I cannot right now with you Y/N" My frown deepens. What’s that supposed to mean? He swivels his chair around and leans back.

He looks so hot. Not the point, though.

"My day was fucking great. Happy?" He turns back around. "Chan, seriously. Why do you have to be so rude? I'm just trying to talk to you." He rubs his forehead. "Yeah, well can you try not to? It's really fucking annoying." I take a deep breath. "Chan, you don't mean that."

"Oh, please, don’t act like you're the sensitive one," he snapped, his voice sharp, almost mocking. "It’s getting exhausting."

I took a step back, my chest tight, trying to push away the sting of his words. I knew better than to let it get to me, but it did. "Oh, right. Let me not say that, it’s probably gonna upset you." I forced a half-smile, but it felt hollow. "I guess I really know you, don’t I?" He didn’t look at me, his attention still glued to the screen, fingers tapping away aggressively. "You don’t know me." My voice was colder now, the words clipped, and when he turned to face me, his brows were raised in challenge.

"Matter of fact, I do. You're a lazy person. You're always tired. You're always on your phone. You never do your assignments on time. You always cook horrible food. You cling onto the guys as if they're your friends. They're not. You always, always want to be around me. You can never give me space. You don't even work. You just leech off of everyone around you. Honestly, I don't even know why I liked you. And why I dated you in the first place. Now can I work?!" He sighes with frustration.

"Mhm." I walk out of the room shutting the door carefully. I stand still for a moment. Recollecting my thoughts. I don't even realise that tears are falling until they drip down my cheeks onto my shirt. I walk down the hallway and to my bag. I sit on the floor putting on my sneakers.

I sit there. I stare at the door. I walk out of his apartment, and it's the end of this. I turn and look back at the dimly lit living room. I close my eyes and can almost hear it—the way his voice would soften when he’d talk to me after a long day. He’d sit here, on the same couch, looking tired but always with a smile for me, telling me about the stuff that had gone wrong in his day. I’d listen intently, offering tea or a hug, and for a while, it felt like everything was going to be okay. I’d forget how the world outside was falling apart, because he made me feel like we were enough. I sigh softly.

His words hurt more than I could have imagined. I never realised he felt that way about me.

I feel the bitter sting of his words still lingering in my chest. Lazy, ungrateful, clingy—each one like a knife twisted deeper into me. He doesn't see me anymore. The person I used to be in his eyes—gone.

I step toward the door, every part of me aching to stay, to run back to him, to tell him it doesn’t have to end like this.

My hand touches the door handle, and I pause, hoping that maybe he'll stop the door with his foot and say that nothing he said was true. But I know it is. I'm not good enough for him.

Reality sinks in when I step into my apartment back home. When his words echo in the back of my mind.

I sigh and go to shower. I should have spoken up for myself. It still hurts that he would say something like that. As much as it's wrong, it still resonates- his words. I get out of the shower and go to bed. I let myself cry a little more.

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angst, comfort

lee minho

Part 2

I've been having a really rough day. Three assignments due. Shitty professors at campus. People that bump into me, causing the hot coffee in hand to spill all over me. Yeah fuck you Le Shauna watch where you're going next time. The only thing I've been looking forward to was movie night with Minho.

Our monthly movie shesh. I have hardly spoken to him this week and I really miss him. I picked up my phone dialing his number. "Minn!! Hiiii" I said excitedly over the phone. "wassup." I smiled. "Did you already forget movie night?" I heard shuffling over the phone. "no I haven't I was on my way there actually." I laughed. "Okay see you soon then." He hummed. "I'll bring snacks on the way. See ya soon." I head a clang and frowned.

"Who was that?" I heard Jisungs voice over the phone. Minho's roommate. He is really funny. He has the most crackhead energy. Love him. "Y/n." I heard Minho sigh and groan. "Today was movie night." He didn't cut the call. Dumbass. I held in my laughter. So he did forget.

"Seriously?" Jisung shouted. "Again! Its always her. Bro at this point you're gunna be single for the rest of your life because she has no other friends." Minho groaned. "We planned this for every month. Its my fault I forgot." Jisung huffed. "Bro no. You could just tell her you have a date you know. She was so oblivious to your feelings, she shouldn't mind you going on a date now that you're over her."

"Sung, I know but I don't wanna tell her I forgot we had something planned and was going on a date dude." Jisung sighed. "You're just being overly considerate right now. She's just getting in the way of your happiness. You're so much more happy when she's not-" I cut the call. I don't wanna hear it. I'll just...I'll tell him something came up, or that my sisters coming over.

Minho

Hey min.

My sister is suddenly coming over so have to cancel. Sorryyyyy we can do it another time. You choose the date alright. Love ya! 💕

delivered

I tried to sound as normal as possible but all i felt was hurt. How could I have not noticed that he liked me. Damn I would have dated the life out of him. I have feelings for him too. But if he's gotten over me and I'm in the way of his happiness then I should take a step back. A big step back. I mean he's still my best friend. I don't want him to be unhappy because of me. A tear slipped down my cheek.

I put my phone down and leaned back against the couch. The two mugs of hot chocolate on the table in front of me and the movie waiting to be played. I choked out a sob, hiding my face in my palms before breaking down. Was he just faking his happiness all this time? was I just a heavy weight on his shoulders? I feel like such an idiot.

I switched the T.V off after letting out my emotions through snot and salty tears. I grabbed the two mugs and poured them down the drain before going to my bedroom. I pulled the warm comforter over me and sighed. Can't believe I'm losing my best friend just because I'm that stupid and blind.

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Just in the way ( P.2 )

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lee minho

Part 1

"You are so much more happy when shes not around min." Minho frowned. "How could you say that Ji. As much as she didn't recognize my feelings for her that doesn't mean that she doesn't make me happy. She is the funniest, the most talented and the kindest woman I know. Don't ever under-value our friendship." Jisung sighed. "You're right. I went over board. Sorry Jagi." Minho sighed before reaching out for his phone.

"what?" minho mumbled as he read the text message he recieved from you. He was just about to message his date that he wouldn't be able to make it when he got the notification from you. "what is it now?" Jisung questioned. "Y/n cancelled. Her sisters over. " Jisung hummed. "so the Gods heard your prayers. You must really like this date huh" Minho side-eyed Jisung. "Shut up." Minho grabbed his wallet and left for the date not batting another eye to the text.

He reached the movie theater and smiled when he saw his date waiting at the entrance. "Hii." She said. He smiled and held out his hand for her to hold. "Ready for that sit com?" He smiled. She nodded. Walking in they handed their tickets and went to buy popcorn. Minho stood in line when her heard a familiar laugh, he turned to his right and was surprised to see Y/n's sister and her husband standing in the line beside them, giggling over something.

"Oh noona?" Y/n/s turned and looked at him. "Oh minho! Hi!" He smiled in confusion. "We're getting popcorn dumbo, are you on a date!!??" he laughed, scratched the back of his neck and nodded. "okay well see you around!" they said leaving the till. Minho brushed off your lie, confused on why you had to lie to him about her coming over.

During the movie he felt a little distracted so he excused himself to the bathroom. He texted you.

Minho

Y/n, I just saw your sister at the movie theater. Why did you lie to me? Is something wrong.

read 07:55 pm

Y/n

Because I heard that you were going to the movie theater Minho...and that's totally okay. You should have told me tho.

Minho

Y/n...

Y/n

I don't mind really. I just think you should have told me. I'm still your best friend you know...

seen 08:04 pm

Minho contemplated leaving and going to y/n's apartment. He concluded that he couldn't just ditch his date. He went back into the cinema and sat down passing her a small smile. How did she know he had a date? Did Jisung call her and tell her off because she called him earlier? No way he did... did he? His mind was racing.

When the movie was finished his date asked if he wanted to come over. Using fatigue as an excuse Minho said goodbye and drove to your apartment. Would you be asleep? It was 9:30pm. He didn't think so. He rang the doorbell, knocked on the door and called out your name. You opened a little drowsily and frowned "The hell Minho." He huffed. "I'm sorry I didn't know you were asleep." he walked in.

"Why did you come here so late?" He noticed your red puffy eyes and his heart ached. He would beat Jisung's ass if he said something stupid and he hurt you. "How did you know I was at the cinema?" You sighed and sat on the couch. "You..." He frowned. "Me?" You sighed and wiped the sleep out of your eyes with your palms. "You didn't end the call you idiot..." His eyes widened. "Oh...gosh. Did you hear everything?" He grimaced. "No actually, I cut the call when jisung was about to go off about how I'm in the way of your happiness."

His faced flushed in embarressment. You knew about his feelings. He crouched down and hid his face in his hands. "Oh gosh." You frowned. "What is it." He whined. "I didn't mean to fall in love with you I swear." Your eye's widened. "You're in love with me?" He looked up and gasped. "Shit." You blushed. "and if you stayed on the call you would have heard how I bashed sungie for bad mouthing you because you always make me happy."

"Oh." you said and looked the other way. He stood up from where he was crouching and sat next to you. "Y/n." You looked at him. "I'm sorry for not realising that you had feelings for me." He sighed "Its okay, I always knew you were a dumbass." You rolled your eyes. "I'm serious you loser." He laughed. "Its okay. Its not your fault. You know that." You leaned back on the couch and sighed. "Maybe if you said something we'd be dating by now."

"What?" His eyes widened. You side-eyed him. "I like you too. I really really like you." He just stared at you. "Minho?" He blinked, and made an "o" expression. You chuckled. "Lee Minho?!" He held you hand and kept staring at you. "Marry Me." You pushed him and started laughing. "Yah!" He laughed. "WAE?!" You shook your head and looked away.

He turned your face to look at him. You gulped. "What?" He wiped your tear stained cheeks and then quickly pecked your lips. He immediately stood up and backed away. He pointed at you. "You're mine now okay?!" He stumbled backwards and headed out closing the door behind him. You laughed and went to text him.

He stood outside the door, hand on his chest. His phone chimed.

Y/n

Deal.

Boyfriend.

Minho

Husband*

Y/n

You're crazy.

Minho

Crazy for you.

Y/n

Are you the same person that just ran out after kissing me?

seen 10:15 pm

Minho laughed and put his phone in his pocket before heading home. Although you were both oblivious of each others feelings , you both knew now. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

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Just In The way.

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angst, comfort

lee minho

Part 2

I've been having a really rough day. Three assignments due. Shitty professors at campus. People that bump into me, causing the hot coffee in hand to spill all over me. Yeah fuck you Le Shauna watch where you're going next time. The only thing I've been looking forward to was movie night with Minho.

Our monthly movie shesh. I have hardly spoken to him this week and I really miss him. I picked up my phone dialing his number. "Minn!! Hiiii" I said excitedly over the phone. "wassup." I smiled. "Did you already forget movie night?" I heard shuffling over the phone. "no I haven't I was on my way there actually." I laughed. "Okay see you soon then." He hummed. "I'll bring snacks on the way. See ya soon." I head a clang and frowned.

"Who was that?" I heard Jisungs voice over the phone. Minho's roommate. He is really funny. He has the most crackhead energy. Love him. "Y/n." I heard Minho sigh and groan. "Today was movie night." He didn't cut the call. Dumbass. I held in my laughter. So he did forget.

"Seriously?" Jisung shouted. "Again! Its always her. Bro at this point you're gunna be single for the rest of your life because she has no other friends." Minho groaned. "We planned this for every month. Its my fault I forgot." Jisung huffed. "Bro no. You could just tell her you have a date you know. She was so oblivious to your feelings, she shouldn't mind you going on a date now that you're over her."

"Sung, I know but I don't wanna tell her I forgot we had something planned and was going on a date dude." Jisung sighed. "You're just being overly considerate right now. She's just getting in the way of your happiness. You're so much more happy when she's not-" I cut the call. I don't wanna hear it. I'll just...I'll tell him something came up, or that my sisters coming over.

Minho

Hey min.

My sister is suddenly coming over so have to cancel. Sorryyyyy we can do it another time. You choose the date alright. Love ya! 💕

delivered

I tried to sound as normal as possible but all i felt was hurt. How could I have not noticed that he liked me. Damn I would have dated the life out of him. I have feelings for him too. But if he's gotten over me and I'm in the way of his happiness then I should take a step back. A big step back. I mean he's still my best friend. I don't want him to be unhappy because of me. A tear slipped down my cheek.

I put my phone down and leaned back against the couch. The two mugs of hot chocolate on the table in front of me and the movie waiting to be played. I choked out a sob, hiding my face in my palms before breaking down. Was he just faking his happiness all this time? was I just a heavy weight on his shoulders? I feel like such an idiot.

I switched the T.V off after letting out my emotions through snot and salty tears. I grabbed the two mugs and poured them down the drain before going to my bedroom. I pulled the warm comforter over me and sighed. Can't believe I'm losing my best friend just because I'm that stupid and blind.

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Let me treat you better.

Han Jisung x Y/n

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Angst, comfort.

TW: swearing.

I sighed sitting up, pulling the duvet to cover my bare skin up. The sun shone through the large windows of my bedroom. The place next to me empty. My apartment still and quiet. I frowned grabbing my phone. I dialed his number. Straight to voicemail. I frowned. I messaged him.

Y/n

Shawn? Where are you? Did you leave already?

not sent!

That fucker. Did he block me? What the fuck! You're mine baby. I ran my hands through my face and hair. Pulling at it with frustration. I screamed and kicked at the bed. Tears stained my cheeks. Then again it's nothing new.

I huffed standing up pulling the duvey with me until I reached the bathroom. Dropping it to the floor and went into the shower. You feel so fucking good. I opened the cold water tap and let it wash my sadness away. The cold water somehow burning my skin.

I walked into my closet and put on Sungies hoodie and my tights. I grabbed my phone off my side table and went to the lounge slamming my bedroom door shut. I was met with silence. I dialed sungies number. "The number you have dialed is not available please try again later." I quickly typed out a message.

Y/n

Hey sungie. Wanna hang today?

sent 11:06am

I sniffled and put on music to play in the background to mute out the remains of last night. Seconds, minutes and then hours past and he didn't reply. I chuckled before going to the kitchen pulling out a mug and making a cup of coffee. What did you expect Y/n. I frowned.

"I don't wanna feel, how I did last night." The song that was on the t.v mocked me. So good. I winced at his words. The hot water spilling and burning my hand. My phone rang. I groaned and went to answer. "y/n?" Sungie. Finally.

"Hey. Did you just wake up?" His laugh echoed. "Duh, when do i ever wake up early?" I smiled. "Wanna hang today?" I heard a shuffle and a yawn. "yeah sure. I'll be there in ten." I nodded. "Cool see you." I sighed and hurridly started cleaning the mess. My clothes in the kitchen. The wine glasses on the coffee table. The duvet. The condom packet. The messed sheets.

I sat in the lounge and huffed. The door bell rang. I opened. "Y/n?" I smiled. "Hey." He chuckled. "someone got laid last night." he said walking in and my face fell. "what?" He pointed to my neck. "Those look pretty intense, bite marks and everything." I moved the hoodie to cover up and shifted on my feet uncomfortably. "what? whats wrong?" I sniffled. "nothing". I hurridly walked past him. He grabbed my wrist. "y/n." he said sternly.

"He left before I could wake up." I mumbled, my eyes starting to burn with tears of regret. He pulled me into a hug and rubbed my back and I let everything out. "T-They do this all the time s-sungie.." He kissed my forehead and mumbled. "Y/n-ie..." I sobbed. "He just used me..."

"The dates and everything meant nothing didn't it, the sweet gestures, the cute remarks, late night drives and deep convo's, everything meant nothing. And when he finally got what he wanted he left." He hugged me tighter. "He should've been grateful that he even got date. What an asshole." I nodded against his shoulder and mumbled. "he is an asshole."

"Its gunna be okay love. Lets sit okay. Have hot chocolate and ramyeon? Our combo." I smiled. He pulled my hand and I flinched. "ow." He looked at my hand. It was red. "Got burnt." I said shrugging my shoulders. His eyes went wide. "AND YOU DIDN'T TREAT THE WOUND?!" I pouted. "i'll be fin-" He pulled me to the kitchen to treat my wound. "shut up dumbass." I smiled. "Thanks sungie." He huffed.

"Don't go on dates with those douche bags anymore" He mumbled as I sat on the counter, looking at him "hmph" I huffed "Its unfair, I wanna be in a healthy relationship too sung." He pulled my hand in his, putting ointment on the burn. "Let me treat you better." He looked up at me and I knew he wasn't refering to the wound that he was treating.

I gulped and nodded, blushing. "good." He smiled, the tips of his ears turning red, looking at my wound as he treated it. "I'll treat you better..." he whispered leaving a soft kiss on the wound after."Shut up Han." I looked away, rolling my eyes, secretly blushing. He smiled. "Want some of that ramyeon?" He winked and I knocked his head with my knuckles. "Stop with your double meaning shit." He laughed. "Come on I'm serious. Let me be yours." I looked away as butterflies erupted in my stomach.

"Oh my god Han." He laughed. "What I didn't even do anything." I smiled looking back at him. "Let's have hot chocolate." His eyes widened. "Is that a yes or a no???" He followed me around as I made our drinks. "Y/n. Y/n. Y/n. Y/n." He poked my shoulder. I turned around, my hands on my hips.

"What do you think dumbass." He shrugged his shoulders and I turned to continue. He rested his head on my shoulder watching me as I put the hot chocolate powder into our mugs. "I'm serious tho. I'll treat you better y/n-ie." He whispered. "Yes." He looked at you. "what?" I rolled my eyes. "Yes Han. I'll be yours." He gasped. "Really??" I nodded. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I chuckled. "You're such a loser." He smiled. "Your loser."

Thank you for your support. ♡ ~ BIBI

[sunwoowrites]

I'm here.

Short drabble.

Bang chan x y/n

angst,comfort.

"I want my y/n." Chris whined as he looked at me zoning out.

"Give me a second." I walk out of the room and into the lounge. Into the closet then back in the room. Found it.

"Why do you need that?" I plug my headphones in and play a song.

"Whats good Channiiee" I smile. "Your Y/n is here." I grimaced.

"Y/n why the headphones. can you eeeeeven hear me." Chris chuckled and poked your cheek.

"I can hear you. Something that I want to hear. And not my thoughts. That way your y/n's here." I smiled. "Hii" I waved and a tear rolled down my cheek.

"oh baby." He pulled me into his arms holding me close and kissed my head. "Its going to be okay. You can tell me about everything that you overthink about you know?" I looked up at him. "I'm here."

[sunwoowrites]

Comfort.

oneshot.

Lee know x reader

fem!reader

established!relationship

angst, fluff, comfort

"And then she totally-" She sighed. "Y/n. Can you give everyone else a chance to talk? It's so annoying. And you wonder why non of us hung out with you in school." My eyes widened and I looked down at my lap. "Gosh I'm so sorry, I never realised I spoke so much." She ran a hand through her hair. "How could you realise over your squeaky ass voice?" I frowned and kept quiet after mumbling a quick apology. They continued their conversation and I sipped on my coffee. What is wrong with me. How did I not realise. "Alright guys I'll see you later." One of the girls said standing up. "Yeah Me too." I mumbled grabbing my purse and phone. Immediately going to message Minho.

Y/n

Hey Min. Can you come pick me up please?

Min 🥺

No.

Y/n

Oh. Okay Nevermind then I'll get a taxi. See you at home.

Min 🥺

Hey I was kidding. I'll come get you. Is the reunion over already?

Y/n

Its fine. I'm on my way home already. Bye.

I sighed switching my phone off and looked out of the taxi window. What if he thinks the same? I felt my heart sink. I can't lose him. I need to fix this. I need to be better. For him. I used a tissue to dab my tears away. The make up is gunna make me look horrid if I cry.

I paid the driver and got out and walked up to my front door with my shoulders slouched. What a lovely reunion. I sighed and pushed in the passcode walking in. "Y/n? Jagi!" Minho ran up to me and pulled me into a bone crushing hug. "Are you okay? You sounded so down over text. Why didn't you wait for me? I would've picked you up. I was just kidding when I said no, baby. I told you. But you got a tax-" I smiled. "Its fine. I got a taxi." He frowned. "Baby-" I looked over his shoulder. "I'm going to go change." I mumbled before letting go of the hug and scurrying of to the room.

I sat on the bed after changing into my pjs, then lied back looking at the ceiling. I sighed. "Baby." Minho walking in with a cup of tea. "here." I sat up, took the mug and didn't say anything. "So what happened at the reunion. Did ya see your friends?" I stared at the tea in my cup. "Min..." He looked at me, eyes sparking. "Do I? Do you...Am I.." He frowned at my jumbled words, put my cup down and took my hands in his. "What is it?" He asked softly and I sniffled. "Do you ever get tired of me talking too much, Is it annoying?" His face fell.

"Tired? never. And why would it ever annoy me" He wiped the tears that slipped down my cheeks. "You telling me about your day, ranting about everything. Talking to me in general. It comforts me. It makes me feel like I'm home. You're my home. Your voice calms me down. And when you talk about that new artwork you've been busy with, your eyes sparkle. Its the most beautiful thing ever. I absolutely do not get tired of you talking and no, it doesn't annoy me." I pouted.

"really?" He nodded. "really jagi." He rubbed our noses together. "wanna tell me about that reunion?" I nodded and pouted before mumbling a small "yeah."

[sunwoowrites]

Dense

Bang chan x y/n

Fem!reader

angst

TW- mentions of food

Part 1 , Part 2

I closed the room door behind me. "Y/n I'm so so fucking sorry" I mumbled. "asshole, he's such an irritating little shit." I kicked off my sweats and slipped under the duvet in my t-shirt. "He deserves the couch tonight." I rolled my eyes and tears slipped down my cheek. "I'm up his ass? yeah right If anyones up in anyones ass we all know who it is." I sniffled. "He's stupid. Stupid really. Really flippin s-stupid" I mumbled falling off to sleep. I pulled the duvet over my head. "He's so annoying" I whined.

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I sat up in bed the next morning, I yawned. Freshened up and headed to the kitchen. A glimpse of chris's head , curly hair unkept and untamed sprawled on the couch's armrest caught my eye. Good. I went into the kitchen. I tried not to smile at the dishes that were all washed and set in the rack, the plates and bowls from last night. My mug set out on the counter with the tea bag in it already. What a loser. I scoffed.

I'm not making him breakfast. I refuse. I started preparing breakfast for myself. Toast. Tea. Eggs. Sunny side up. I sat down, ready to enjoy my food. Chris looked at me from the couch before moving to sit at the table. "Y/n. You said we'd talk." I looked up at him and back at my plate. "y/n?" I sighed. "You said we'd talk-" "Yeah whatever go ahead. Talk." I rolled my eyes, mimicking him when i said 'talk'.

"I'm really sorry about yesterday. You know I didn't mean any of that. I was just really stressed and so out of it because of the deadlines for the tracks and I just lashed out at you. I really didn't mean it" He rambled. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I promise. I ate all of the food and it was absolutely delicious. I promise that I'll practice to control my anger and I won't take out my frustrations on you again. Y/n..."

I ate quietly while listening. He's an idiot. "Y/n. I'm sorry." He leaned forward on the table. Dumbass. He's dense. Why should I be the dense one? "Y/n babe, I'm really really fuckin' sorry. It was so wrong of me." I looked up to see him right up in my face then looked down again stabbing the egg with my fork harshly. Stupid stupid stupid pretty faced fucker. "My love?" He held my free hand in his. I blushed, keeping my gaze down.

I smiled slightly before changing it quickly. "y/n-ie, pretty angel?" He caught my smile all too quickly. Obviously. I rolled my eyes, pushing his hands away. "Yeah whatever I get it." He moved closer. "My beautiful baby?" I bit my lip holding back my grin. I pushed his forehead back. "Get out of my face loser." I rolled my eyes standing up.

He stood up chuckling, grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. "Do you forgive me?" He whispered. I nodded and tried to remove his hands from my wrist. "Babe, I need words. please." I groaned and finally allowed myself to smile. "Yes I forgive you, dumbass." He pouted. "I'll try not be a dumbass again." I nodded. "Try hard." I moved to wash my dishes when he grabbed my plate from his hand.

"I'll do it." I frowned. "Its fine Chris." He hugged me from behind. "I don't wanna lose you y/n..." He mumbled against my neck. "You're not going to lose me." He sniffled and I turned around holding his face in my hands. "Hey! don't cry, everythings okay." He pouted. "Its so hard...Its so much work and I'm in so much pain...and hurting you puts me in even more pain and i just wanna be with you all day and all night b-but i can't and it's getting too much and I need a break from work and I need you and I can't lose you...."

My eyes swelled with tears. "And you're not going to lose me. Its going to be okay. I'm always going to be by your side. Whenever it gets too much and too rough I'm right here for you to lean on." I pulled him into a hug. He nuzzled his head in my neck. "Its going to be okay pretty boy." He sniffled. "It keeps getting harder love. And without you it'll just be a thousand times more worse. Please don't go." I rubbed his back gently.

"I'm not going anywhere. We'll get through this okay?" He nodded. "I love you." I smiled "You know I love you too." I wiped the tears off his cheeks. "You shout at me again and I'll fist you in the face." He laughed whilst sniffling. "Yeah? You gunna hit me?" I looked at him and scoffed. "Do I look like I'm kidding?" He laughed again shaking his head. "No ma'am." He smiled.

[sunwoowrites]

Dense.

Y/n x Bang Chan

Fem!reader

angst.

TW- mention of food.

part 2

"Chris" you called out for the hundred time opening the door to the bedroom. "can you please come and eat dinner, you've been at it for hours on end." He groaned and turned his swivel chair round to look at you. His face scrunched in annoyance and his fingers massaging his temples.

"I. said. that. I'm. not. hungry. y/n." he said as if it were the worst thing to reply to you. "Chris, you have to eat, how many times must I tell you that. You need food in your system. What you're doing, its unhealthy." He removed his headphones chucking them onto his table causing you to flinch.

"Exactly y/n." He said losing every ounce of patience. "How many fucking times are you going to tell me that. If you told me before and I gave you an answer couldn't you just take a hint goddammit. It's like you're so fucking dense nothing gets through that thick skull of yours. Y/n. Do you have to be up my ass the entire day I'm at home?....and you wonder why I'm at the studio so often. "

He huffed out the last bit but you heard him loud and clear. His words were like daggers to your heart. Your grip on the door handle loosened and you stepped back. Without thinking you shut the room door, grabbing your purse and your keys. You looked at the dinner table that you had set hours ealier for dinner. Now cold. You sighed. "I'll get out of your ass. You dickhead." you mumbled leaving your shared apartment, your heart heavy as tears threatened to fall. A lump in your throat and a heavy weight on your heart.

Hours later Chris sighed, standing up to make a cup of coffee. He opened the room door. The apartment filled with silence. Chris frowned. He walked to the kitchen, stopping when he saw the table. Food set out neatly into plates. His favourite home cooked meal. Cold. He looked around the lounge. Where did you go? Keys gone. Coat gone. He immediately went to check the bathroom. Then the spare bedroom. Gone.

Panic began to rise in him. He looked at the clock. 2:55 am. He went back into the bedroom, grabbing his phone repeatedly calling you. His hands shook. No. no. no. Surely you didn't take him that seriously. Right? He inhaled and exhaled trying to stay calm. She'll be fine. She's going to be okay. Everything's okay Chris.

He was scared. He didn't mean it. He really didn't mean it. Your presence didn't annoy him. In fact without you there he wouldn't be able to function really. Yes he stays at the studio for long periods of time. But the pictures of you that he stuck to his computer is what comforts him. When he has too much work to do and when he feels like his drowning. The spare bottle of perfume, your perfume that he keeps in his backpack. The scent that reminds him of you, thats what keeps him grounded.

He sniffled. What if you didn't come back. And it was all his fault. He couldn't hold his tongue. He just had to ruin everything. I hurt her. "The number you have dailed is not available please try-" He groaned. "Please please please" He chanted as he texted you. "I'm so sorry." He cried.

The door opened and you walked in, throwing your keys in the dish. You sighed. Chris ran out of the room and pulled you into a hug. "Y/n. Y/n. Y/n." He cried. You pushed yourself out of his hold. "The fuck Chris." He flinched and sniffled. "I'm so so so fucking sorry." You sighed. "As you should be." You mumbled walking to your bedroom. "Y/n please can we talk." You paused turning around. "Please give me space. We can talk in the morning. I don't wanna see you right now." Your throat tightened and you bit your lip holding in your tears.

You walked into the room closing the door behind you. Chris sat down at the table, shoulders slumped and tasted some of the food. Tears rolling down his cheeks. Its delicious. He choked out a sob. Sniffling and eating quietly. I didn't mean to hurt you. I promise I'll be better. I need to be better. I need to be better for her. I can't lose you y/n.

[sunwoowrites]

Best Friends?

Part 2 : Bang Chan POV.

Bang Chan x Y/n

Fem!reader

Angst, comfort

TW: swearing, self-degrading.

"Are we still best friends?"

I felt my heart drop down to my stomach. A heavy lump sat in throat. Words were unable to form. Tears welled in my eyes.

"w-what?"

She let out a huff, taking a deep breath. "I said...Are we still best friends Channie?" I moved closer holding her hands in mine. "Angel, of course we are." She let out a sob, struggling to hold it in and along with a shaky breath.

"I-It doesn't feel like it..."

"Angel..."

"N-no. It doesn't feel like it. It feels like we keep moving further and further apart. It feels like when I text you, my messages are unwanted, It feels like you'll be better off,It feels like you don't want me there anymore,It feels like I'm wasting your time and that I'm not-" She moved her hand to wipe her sleeve against her cheek. "I'm not worthy enough to be your friend."

It felt as if every word that came out of her mouth ripped my heart out of my chest. I pulled her hands back into my hand. "Its okay to feel the way you do Y/N, but with all due respect its not fucking true." I sniffled. "Its not true. I was so busy and I'm so sorry I didn't check up on you, I should've. But You are so worth being my friend, my best friend and more. You mean everything to me angel. I literally giggle at your texts theres no way they're unwanted. You don't waste my time. You make every second mean so much more."

She shook her head and let out a broken sob. "N-no. I don't." I pulled her into my chest and hugged her. "Yes. Yes you do." I kissed her head. "You do. And I love yo-" My eyes widened and I kept quiet. She pushed me back holding my hoodie in her fists. "what did you say?" I shook my head. "Nothing. Nothing. I said Nothing." She sniffled and looked at me with a determined stare. "Christopher Bang what were you saying." I gulped and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "I was going to say that I-" I squeezed my eyes shut. This was it. Using all of the courage in me I let out the words I've been holding in me for months.

"I love you."

I felt her soft lips on mine. My eyes widened. She pulled back and looked at me with eyes just as wide as mine. "come here you." I said pulling her onto my lap, kissing her again. It was messy and all over the place. Filled with so much emotion. So much care and so much love. We pulled away, catching our breaths, she held my face in her hands. "I love you too. I love you so fucking much."

I let out a giggle and pushed her hair out of her face. I wiped her tears and my smile faded. "Please don't ever think that lowly of yourself again. You mean too much to me. Okay angel?" She looked down at her lap. "Its hard. You know how she was Channie and now I sit here and tell myself how worthless I am just like she used to."

I sighed and kissed her forehead. "Y/n your moms gone now. okay? Her false remarks don't matter." She shook her head. "but channie..." I held her face in my hands. "You're going to be okay angel. Everythings going to be okay. I will turn every, and I mean every negative comment of hers into something positive." She nodded and I held my forehead against hers. "Best friends forever." She looked up at me and smiled.

[sunwoowrites]

Best Friends?

Part 1

Y/n x BangChan

fem!reader

angst, comfort.

TW: swearing, self-degrading

I used to be your best friend. Used to. Just stop sulking y/n. I sighed as I stared at my phone screen. Our chats were dry. The very few texts resembling tumbleweeds across a desert. He doesn't fucking care about you, you know. I know. I switched my phone off and pulled the duvey cover over my head. I should say hi. Its 3 am he won't reply. He will. He works late doesn't he. How would you know. He doesn't speak to you anymore. Touché.

I pulled the duvet off. But its worth trying? And if he doesn't reply, you'll just end up being the needy slut you are. A tear rolled down my cheek. I'm not a needy slut. Sure.

Y/n

Heyyy...Its been a minute. How are you?

Attention whore. Shut up.

I stared at the screen. Its been like a month since we last texted and it wasn't even a proper convo...we would text all the time. I sighed. What happened to us. He got tired of you.

Channie

Hey Y/n. I've been okay. You're up late.

He replied. Out of pity. He sounds like he's sick and tired of you. He isn't. Oh really? Ask him whats he been up to. Or better yet tell him that you're up thinking about how he hasn't messaged. That you're always thinking about him. That you're in love with him. Tch. In love with someone who is hardly even your friend. Matter fact doesn't even want to be. Shut up. Shut up. Shut the fuck up. I wept silently. Soaking my pillow with tears and snot, mustering the all in me to type out a reply.

Y/N

yeah couldn't sleep. So what you been up to.

Channie

Here and there. Mostly in the studio. You know how it is.

Y/N

yeah I know...

Channie

So...anything new?

Wow. He's bored. Boy am I surprised. Shut up. I sniffled. It hurts. Of course it does. Everything hurts for you. You weak little bitch. Go away. Oh but I won't.

Y/n

Not really no. You're probably busy. I should leave you to your work. Sorry Channie|

Channie? You've got guts. He's not yours you know. He probably has someone better. A new bestfriend, or girlfriend. How could you even possibly think that he'd like you? That he would care for someone as low as you. He deserves someone pretty don't you think? Someone smart. Someone like him. I know....you have no right calling him that.

Y/N

Not really no. You're probably busy. I should leave you to your work. Sorry Chan.

Channie

Y/n? Is something up?

You're such a whore for everyones attention aren't you y/n. Tell him.

Look I know we don't talk much but you're still my best friend. You can talk to me you know.

Oh the pity.

Y/n?

Y/n

Channie...

Channie

You at home? I'm coming. Wait right there angel. I'll be right there okay?

oh see what you've done. Now he has to drive here late at night because you can't take care of yourself. You're useless. Please stop.

Y/n

You don't have to do that Channie. I'm fine. I promise.

Channie

I'm on my way y/n. You wait for me.

I sighed and sat up. I got out of the bed and went into the kitchen. Tears still rolling down my cheeks. I took out the best friend mugs I bought with channie, We are best friends. were. Right. We were...

I made two cups of tea and took out biscuits, layed then on a plate while sniffling. I stumbled back into my bedroom, putting on my slippers and went back to the kitchen. I moved the things to the coffee table one by one. Everything seems to just fall apart these days. How dramatic.

I heard a knock on the door. I walked so fast as if i walked any slower he'd leave. I typed out the passcode and opened the door. "y/n" Chan breathed out.

I looked up at him, eyes and nose red, still sniffling and tears still falling uncontrollably now. "hey channie." I mumbled moving to the side. "come in." He frowned but still came in changing his shoes. "you made tea?" I shrug my shoulders. "yeah i'm sorry, its weird...." He turned and I hiccuped. "Don't apologise angel. Its not weird its just. You know you dont have to do this all for me. I'm your best friend." I moved to sit on the couch. "are you....?" I whispered out. "what?" He sat down next to me.

"are we still best friends?" I looked at him and sniffled.

[sunwoowrites]

Sunwoo Drabble

fem!reader

angst

"I'm home." Sunwoo sighed out, he ran his hand through his hair, dropping his bag down and removing his shoes. You walked up to him and smiled. "did my baby have a rough day?" He groaned and pouted looking at you. "Rough doesn't even begin to describe it y/nie." You smiled while sneakily made your way in for a hug, wrapping your arms around his waist. He chuckled. "I missed you." You nodded against his chest and sighed. "me too, love." Without Sunwoo noticing you slid two fingers through the belt hoop of his jeans and pulled him forward for a kiss. His cheeks went red and eyes wide. He was flustered. You pulled back after a while and smiled. "y-you!" He stuttered out and whined. You smiled. "I what?" He hid his face in your neck and huffed. "God. You're driving me insane." You hugged him and laughed. "oh am i? But I didn't even do anything." He stood back and looked down. "D-do it again." Your widened your eyes and chuckled. "OH?" You moved forward and poked his waist. "You liked it? didn't you?" He whined." Stopp....." He stomped to the dining room. "Yah! I'll do it again." You ran after him.

[sunwoowrites]

Sunwoo - Cute Barista

- short, female!reader.

-barista!sunwoo

-drabble.

I pushed open the door to the new cafe. A place I've had on my mind ever since it opened. The bells at the top of the door caught me by surprise. People still used these? I smiled and stood in the queue, grabbing my wallet out of bag. I pulled out my card and held it in my hand fiddling with my fingers. Why is the line so long? I tippy toed trying to see over everyone infront of me.

A cute guy comes out to the front a smile on his face. My jaw dropped. Still on my tippy toes, I stumbled but kept my composure. No biggy. Just a cute guy. Everythings fine. I thought while axiously tapping my foot on the floor.

My turn came up, I hurried to the counter, looking at the menu above me. His eyes on the computer screen. "Good morning. What can I get for you?" I looked at him and back at the menu. "Morning....can I have the..u-uh..." The lady behind me huffed. I bit my lip. "an americano please." I said quickly. The woman behind me mumbled. "if she was gunna get an americano why would she whatever...tsk." I sighed and tapped my card to pay.

He looked at me with curiosity before handing me my coffee and a serviette. I smiled taking it quickly and going to one of the tables. I pulled out my laptop and began typing out my thesis. I sipped on my coffee. I pulled the serviette out from under my cup to wipe my mouth. The words on it caught my attention.

Please don't hesitate to take your time with ordering, or ask for me for an idea.

p.s 5 o'clocks are much quieter.

My mouth formed an 'o' shape. I turned around to look at the counter. He looked straight at me, bowed his head lightly and smiled. I bowed back. I turned around. Face flushed with embarressment. I smiled.

I finished my coffee while working on my assignment. I didnt realise how much time had passed until i looked up. The cafe was quiet and the sun was setting. I looked at phone, 4:55pm. He was right. It is quiet around 5. I started packing up all my stuff and turned to find the barista asleep on the counter. The sun making him glow and appear absolutely ethereal. I giggled in awe. I walked up to him and wrote a note leaving it next to him.

It is pretty quiet around 5pm. Thanks for the tip.

I'll see you around 5 again soon.

~Y/N