Lover, you should’ve come over
Synopsis : He's known you since you were 12. Growing up together you learned each other before you learned how the world worked. You didn't realize how much he loved you, is it too late or will he see your sweet return?
Warnings : cursing , physical fighting (NOT against reader ), crying, yelling, happy ending maybe, mention of alcohol, time skips, yunho is a big yearner
Lucky’s thoughts : First one shot! The story goes along with the lyrics so it’s best you listen to the song too. I can’t believe this is finally getting posted I’ve been working on this since February, hope you enjoy ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀
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Maybe I’m too young to keep good love from going wrong
“But what if she doesn’t want me, we’re only in junior high, don’t you think we’re too young to date?” Yunho voices his concerns with worry clouding his eyes, an expression that looks out of place on a 14 year old boy.
You and Yunho met when you were 12. You were sitting idly in your art class when he decided to approach you, and ever since you let him borrow your water colors the two of you had been inseparable. Of course upon building this bond you got to know his other close friend, Mingi had joined the group and from then on you three had become close.
Mingi pauses the game they’re playing and glances back at him
“ Maybe.. but if you like her so much isn’t she’s worth waiting for?”
And with that they resume the video games they were playing.
But tonight you’re on my mind
“Yun? Why’d you call me so late, are you alright?” Your voice rasps, it sounds loud compared to the quiet buzz of your room during the silent hours.
The only thing you can hear from his line is his breathing, a sound you’ve become normalized too, though it’s not as calm as it usually is.
“Yunho, we have a bio test tomorrow and I stayed up late studying. I want to go to bed.”
“H-hey y/n” he stammers. The use of your full name forces you to stop complaining.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t sleep and-“ he hiccups, “ And I don’t know, you were the first answer I could come up with.”
Today you were helping Yunho unpack in his dorm. You two were lucky enough to get into the same college, but then again in what world were you two not together?
“Y/n do you see the box with the blue tape on it? It has all my kitchen appliances” His voice carries throughout the dorm.
“Like you’re gonna use it anyways.” You mutter to yourself, mostly.
You discarded the pile of clothes you were folding - Yunho can do many things, laundry however is not one of them - and rummaged around his bedroom for the box he was looking for.
“Yun, I don’t know how I’m supposed to find this box when it’s not even labeled! ALL these boxes have blue tape.” Huffing quietly you continue your search for his utensils.
Moving to his bedside, you find a slightly smaller box slightly hidden by his nightstand. You move to open it, and down the hall you can hear Yunho approaching.
“I don’t understand how hard it is to find y/nie, maybe you’re not looking hard enou-“
As soon as he steps into the room he sees you opening the box, his box, the only one with a written label, though you must’ve missed it.
“DON’T TOUCH THAT!” His raised voice breaks the serene atmosphere of the day, replacing it with unwelcome tension instead.
He crosses the room quickly and removes the box from your hands. You could see some of the contents of what was inside, but it just looked like a bunch of papers. His legal documents maybe? You didn’t really have the capacity to think about it right now, your only concern was why Yunho was so hell bent on getting it away from you.
“Gosh Yun, are you hiding secret business plans in there?” You chuckle a bit, trying to relieve the tense air hanging in the room.
He clocks it immediately, feeling bad that he had caused the shift in the first place.
“Ah no, just some…. Letters I need to send out.” There’s a subtle flush creeping up on the tips of his ears, he’s praying you can’t see it.
And you don’t, but you still tease him about the box regardless.
“Oh? Are they love letters Yun?” You grin like the thought of him seeing someone is impossible.
“Eh, something like that. Ya know, when we graduate we should just rent a place together. It would save us some money and spare us from having to find awkward roommates.” He quickly , and effectively, changes the subject.
“And deal with your loud ass gaming every night? Hard pass.”
Where are you tonight, don’t you know how bad I need it?
Your shared apartment was never quiet.
Living with Yunho post grad had been nothing short of amazing. The days were filled with laughter, playful banter almost always could be heard from your shared space.
But tonight, the familiar warmth was nowhere to be found. You knew you were being over dramatic, but you missed him. All week Yunho has been staying late at work, after he would go out with his friends leaving you without seeing him. But you’ve had a long week ; work has been piling up , your family has been giving you unwanted calls, and you haven’t felt the embrace of Yun in so long.
It’s late, and you’re exhausted. You had to work a double since your coworker called out, and you want nothing more than to lay with Yunho while watching your favorite movie. But of course, he’s nowhere to be found.
With the realization that he wasn’t home, you sluggishly make your way to your room. Upon closing the door your body decides it’s had enough, sliding down to your knees you can feel the tears you’ve been trying to restrain push forward.
Since when did you rely on him this much? You knew he was a comfort, but when did you start reaching for him every time things got dark? It’s like your body didn’t know how to solve itself without him by your side, like your souls were so intertwined that you couldn’t rest without each other.
He picks up on the first ring.
“Yun, can…can you come home?” Your voice shakes when you ask, which isn’t something he’s used to.
His lack of response scares you, but you don’t know it’s because he’s already packing his things and getting to his car.
“I’m sorry, I know you’re out you don’t have to.” You breathe out. It’s the last thing you want, but you know he’s out with friends and don’t want to disturb him.
“I’ll be home in 10 Y/n. , I know how bad you need it.”
And with that your breathing calms a little.
Sometimes a man gets carried away
You didn’t notice. You were too wrapped in conversation, paying too much attention to the person you’re speaking with to be aware of the man ogling you from across the bar.
It disgusted him. How could someone be so obvious, so blatantly stupid to look at what he had loved with such disrespect. Every toss of your hair, every laugh, every glance had caught the attention of this vile man. Every second of it was pissing Yunho off.
But he couldn’t say anything about it. It was your birthday. For fucks sake it was his idea to bring you and your friend group out to the bar, who was he to ruin your night?
“Bro you’re staring. Hard.” Wooyoung shoves Yunho’s shoulder affectionately, trying to distract him from you and the man at the bar. Mingi giggles at the two while taking a sip of his drink.
Yunho doesn’t have it in him to laugh , however. He provides a controlled smile, something to get him by without looking too upset. He’s about to respond to Wooyoung, when he notices the man’s hand reach for your arm. He watches you politely decline the man and turn away, but the creature doesn’t seem to take the hint.
He reaches you in three strides.
You feel him before you see him.
“She said no.” There’s anger in his voice, but you seem to be the only one to notice his tone.
“Hey man didn’t know she was taken.” The man slurs his words with his reply.
“You do now. Leave.” You’ve never heard Yunho talk like this. Where’s your soft spoken best friend?
“You don’t have to be so rude man, do you see what she’s wearing? She’s asking for -“
And before the slob can finish his words Yunho’s fist collides with his face. The bar freezes. The music is still going, but people have stopped dancing. Wooyoung and Mingi have already started walking towards the altercation in case they need to step in, but there’s no need. Before he can get another hit in-
“Yun?” Your voice trembles. This was severely uncomfortable for you. Never had you seen him get violent, that mixed with the unwanted touch of that man has you feeling overwhelmed and scared. Yunho notices, because of course he does. Once he sees that the man is down he turns to you and his eyes soften immediately.
“I’m sorry Y/nie, but I couldn’t just let him speak to you like that.” He reaches for your hand softly, a stark contrast from what had just happened. And of course you took it, holding his hand was a habit you knew all too well.
With a final glare at the man on the floor, Yunho gently guides you away from the scene. You two step outside hand in hand, and when he notices the weather out his jacket is instantly on you.
“You know you’re safe with me right?” He didn’t regret what he did. He would go to the ends of the Earth if it meant keeping you protected, but the last thing he wanted to do was scare you.
“ I know Yun. Thank you.”
“Forever and always Y/nie.”
Much too blind to see the damage he’s done
You’ve been cancelling on him.
Every time he wants to get dinner, you brush him off. Each time he asks you to accompany him to meet with the guys you decline. It’s not like you two had an argument, so why were you being so distant?
Yunho noticed it quickly. He was the one reaching out late at night just to never get a response. It was driving him insane. Never in your years of knowing him have your responses been this dry and this spaced out.
It’s been almost three weeks of this. You’re barely at the apartment, he only catches you in fleeting moments. Yunho, deciding he’s had enough, texts you again.
Hey Y/n, can we talk please? I’m by the cafe if you want to meet up there.
For the first time in almost a month your answer comes quickly.
I’m already here. Have something to tell you.
Now he’s really concerned.
Will I ever see your sweet return?
Yunho is fully convinced that he imagined the conversation he just had with you.
You have a boyfriend? And you’re moving out next month? He feels like he’s underwater with the way your words aren’t reaching him.
He doesn’t really remember much. Doesn’t remember the way you lit up while talking about your new partner. Doesn’t remember the way you giggle while explaining how you met. He doesn’t seem to remember the hope in your eyes when you explain you feel like you’ve met the one.
What he does remember though, and what is replaying in an agonizing loop in his head, is the dim in your eyes when he got up to leave.
It had been too much. After spending weeks of not having enough of you the sudden drop of information had him reeling. He couldn’t get out of there quick enough when he heard your voice, so hopeful and so horribly in love talk about another man while he was sitting in front of you. With a quick drop of cash on the table you shared he’d left. He didn’t realize he was leaving behind the past 14 years of his life.
The walk home - god is it even home anymore?- is painful. With a heavy sigh and anxious tug of his hair, he retrieves the phone out of his pocket that’s been buzzing since he left the cafe. He knows it’s Mingi, he’s been venting to him about your distance since it started. But something in him is hopeful that it’s you. That you’ll be on the other end of the line explaining how it was a joke gone too far, that you didn’t mean it, and that he still has a chance. However there’s a dominant, wistful side of him that knows you’re already gone.
He accepts the call only after he assures it isn’t you.
Sweet lover, you should’ve come over
When you were in high school you made a promise to him.
It came to light after your first argument together. You were in a rough place with your family, and you found it hard to rely on others.
Yunho, being the kind hearted man he was, attempted to voice his concerns to you. And you, as stubborn as you were, wouldn’t accept his help. You isolated yourself for weeks, trying to avoid hurting him further with the sour mood you were in.
But he wouldn’t let up. No matter how many times you pushed him away, how many times you screamed at him just to cry in his arms after, he never gave up on you.
You were laid with him, too exhausted from fighting with your family to communicated how you feel. And he understood. He would be your anchor when you felt like floating. While wrapped in his embrace, he made you promise to him that night.
“Please come to me when it becomes too much. Even if you can’t talk, I’ll always help you find your way back home, back to me.”
You’d agreed before you fully understood the weight of what he meant.
But now, eight years since you graduated high school, you wonder if he still extends this promise. You never really understood why he was so upset with you when you said you were moving out. He’d seem so dejected when you told him about your boyfriend, but Yunho never liked you like that anyways so what was the point? Everything feels like too much and not enough at the same time. Life for you is stimulate in a way that could never be enjoyable. Your relationship with your boyfriend had ended a while ago, and you’ve lost your way since. Before, when life got too complicated you had a beacon. Something to guide you home. Now it feels like you’re drowning. It’s been like this since you’ve moved out the apartment. Days are blurring and your feelings are numbing and nothing is making sense.
And even though it’s been two years since you’ve seen him, you know him well enough to know Yunho isn’t a liar. He would never break a promise. You need to find your way home, and that begins with him.
He could’ve sworn he was hallucinating. You weren’t here. That wasn’t your voice. He was imagining it.
He turns fully. You were standing there, long coat and scarf hiding most of your frame but that didn’t matter. Not when he memorized what it felt like to be near you at the age of 14. Not when he’s loved you for so long he can’t remember what it was like before. And especially not when he’s been clawing at the memory of you every day since you left.
Looking at you felt like being exposed to light for the first time. Like the stars had all formed into one and placed their gleam onto a being in the shape of you. He’d been so deprived, living in a word without you had him starved, desperate.
And he’ll be damned if he lets his sweet lover get away again.
“Y/n…You’re here? This is real?” He takes a step forward carefully, if he moved too fast he was sure you’d disappear.
He can’t help but let the words babble out. He needs you to understand, needs you to know that every day without you had felt like parading in a wake of sad relations. That without you, he wouldn’t even dream of being complete. “I thought you were gone, I thought I had chased you out of Seoul, I thought it was over.”
He crashes into her. It’s a frantic moment, he reaches for her with so much intent, so much love his body doesn’t know how to process it. Their shared embrace communicating everything they couldn’t, the emotions they couldn’t express all this time. The world pauses around them like it knows the two can’t be separated any longer.
After a moment, he placed a tender kiss on her shoulder, uncaring of the thick fabric covering her.
“I didn’t think you’d want this again Yunho, I thought you would’ve moved on by now.” She whispers to him.
What a ridiculous thought. How would he ever be able to move on from the person who taught him everything he has ever known about life. The person that showed him that love isn’t what lies in what is permanent , rather it is found in the moments you forgot to cherish. The moments that leave you with a feeling well beyond nostalgia, the moments that left him wanting more. The person he’d give all his riches for, his kingdom, his dreams, his anything.
“Oh love, I’ve waited for you.”
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