#lol happy yeonjun day <3333 sorry

[tenswrld]

2 ways

yeonjun x reader ; angst drabble?

summary: you don’t know what you are, but you know that you two need each other more than you think. too bad yeonjun fucks it all up.

a/n: baby came home 2 / valentine inspired i am starting to think everything i write is based off a song also this was not meant to be a yeonjun bday fic but i just happened to finish it today OOOOPS

you didn’t know what yeonjun was to you, but you knew that you cared about him.

you cared about him enough to where you thought about him even when he wasn’t around. you thought about him when you were cold and wishing for something (someone) to keep you warm. you thought about him when you were grocery shopping and bought snacks that you don’t eat, but yeonjun loves. you didn’t even notice that you had started sleeping with a pillow in between your arms, too used to holding yeonjun at night.

you kept him close because you felt like you needed him around. unfortunately, it didn’t feel like that feeling was reciprocated.

[y/n]: jun?

[y/n]: you still coming over?

you chewed your lip anxiously, waiting for his response. but, it never came.

[y/n]: just shoot me a text if you aren’t, that’s all i ask

[y/n]: please?

sighing, you picked up your phone to dial the one other person who would likely know where yeonjun is. 

“hello?”

“hey, soobin, is yeonjun with you?” you heard what sounded like a party in the background, giving you an idea of what yeonjun was doing.

“uh, yeah. not currently, but he’s here. he’s um,” he paused. that’s all y/n needed to hear to know what he was doing. “he’s occupied.”

“okay, thanks for letting me know.” you tried not to make yourself sound too disappointed. “make sure he gets home safe, okay?”

“want me to tell him you called? were you waiting?” soobin yelled into the phone.

“no, no, it’s fine. don’t worry. have fun,” you said. your voice cracked slightly and you hoped that soobin didn’t hear. 

you threw your phone down onto the coffee table in front of you where you had laid out all the snacks that you had recently bought. the tv was on, waiting patiently for yeonjun to show up so he could choose a movie to watch. your body moved slowly and sadly, turning off the tv and putting all the snacks away. 

it wasn’t the first time you had been let down by yeonjun, but it was the first time that you gave up on waiting.

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you couldn’t bring yourself to block his contact, but luckily you had enough self control to refrain from texting him. though, it’s not like it was that hard since he never texted you first. 

it had been a week since you last talked to or seen yeonjun. you were curled up into your couch, eating the snacks that you bought for him even though you didn’t like the aftertaste it left in your mouth. in the midst of watching your favorite show, you heard frantic knocks on your door.

cautiously you looked through your peep hole and almost gasped at the sight of yeonjun leaning against your door, his fist knocking against it once more.

“c’mon, y/n, let me in,” you could hear him say softly. he almost sounded sad, making your heart twist.

reluctantly, you opened your door slowly, letting your eyes trail over his figure. he looked like a model like always, clearly dressed up as if he just came from a party. when you met his eyes, you noticed how relieved he looked to see you.

“y/n,” he exasperated, letting out a breath. “can i come in?”

quietly, you stepped aside to let him through. his eyes followed you as you reclaimed your spot on the couch, looking up at him expectantly.

“did you need something?” you asked, annoyed with the way that he just stood there staring at you. 

he seemed a little shocked at your tone, stumbling over his words as he responded. “...i just haven’t seen you in a while. missed you.”

you scoffed and shook your head, refusing to believe anything that he was saying. you eyed him when took a seat next to you on the couch, but still said nothing to him. you could feel his gaze burning into your cheek, as if he was waiting for you to talk.

“...i’m really sorry about the night of the party, y/n, i promise i just lost track of time -” yeonjun paused when he saw you shaking your head, frowning at the fact that you couldn’t even look him in the eye.

“you don’t need to lie to me, yeonjun.” his frown deepened once he heard you call him by his full name. no jun, or junnie. he would even be happy if you called him an idiot, but you didn’t. “i know what you were doing. if you were sorry, then we would’ve talked about it sooner. why now?”

yeonjun didn’t know how to respond. “you never called.”

your patience was starting to run thin. you finally turned to glare at him. “the phone works two ways, you know. sorry that you didn’t have the guts to call me first.”

yeonjun averted his gaze to his hands, which were itching to hold yours. he remained silent, making you sigh. his raised his head to meet your eyes, wanting to hear what you were gonna say next.

“if you don’t want to be with me, like really be with me, then let’s end this here. i don’t think that i can do this anymore.”

he swore he felt his heart stop. his eyes widened and his hands reached desperately for yours, pulling you closer to him. “i do want to be with you! i-i do, i swear.”

“do you?” you asked him, shaking your head and gently pulling your hands away from his. “sleeping with someone else while i sit here and wait for you doesn’t really show me that you want to be with me. and you wait a whole week to tell me that you’re sorry?” 

yeonjun could feel his heart sinking to his stomach the more that you spoke. he could sense your anger, and could feel you slipping through his fingertips. “i didn’t sleep with her, i-i wouldn’t let it get that far.”

before he could continue, you cut him off. “you didn’t sleep with her, but you were still with her, yeonjun. you decided in that moment that you’d rather be there than here. you knew that we had plans, and you couldn’t have at least just let me know?” you cursed at yourself when your voice began to crack, tears pooling at your eyes. “do you know how stupid i felt?”

yeonjun cupped your face in his large hands and swiped his thumbs at your stray tears, mumbling soft apologies and pleading for you to look at him. he didn’t know what else to say and could only sit there and beg you to forgive him before he lost you. you let him hold you in his arms before gently peeling his hands from your face and placing them back in his own lap.

“you should go, jun,” you said softly, looking anywhere but at him.

yeonjun shook his head in a panic, his words getting caught in his throat. “no,” he croaked. “if i leave, then that means this is over.”

“it is over,” you sputtered through your tears.

yeonjun felt himself start to cry. “n-no. it’s not over for me. i’ll be better, y/n, just give me one more chance.” you still refused to look at him, making yeonjun sob. “please, y/n. i will do anything.” unfortunately, yeonjun’s begging fell on deaf ears.

“you need to go, yeonjun.” yeonjun felt like he couldn’t breathe when you finally looked him in the eye. he knew that you were being serious, and that this was the end of you and him.

yeonjun let you lead him to the door, but stood outside of it looking at you as his tears fell down his cheeks. “if you really want me to leave you alone, then i will. but i won’t stop trying to get you back,” he declared with a quivering lip. “i know i fucked it all up, but,” he paused, wiping pathetically at his eyes, “at least tell me i have a chance?” he pleaded, eyes searching your own for any sign of love left.

“bye, yeonjun,” you whispered while pursing your lips together. “i wish it could’ve been different.”

shoulders falling in defeat, yeonjun watched you shut the door on him, shutting him out of your life.