SILENT TREATMENT yang jungwon
summary. jungwon and you have an intense argument which leads to three days of painful silent treatment and awkward distance in your shared home.
content. angst, kissing, arguing, kiss and make up basically, suggestiveness
the air in your shared apartment felt heavy, thick enough to cut with a knife. it was the kind of quiet that wasn’t peaceful, it was sharp, loud, and full of all the things neither of you had said out loud yet.
you were standing by the kitchen counter, your hands gripping the edge so tight your knuckles turned white, staring at nothing in particular. across the room, jungwon was leaning against the doorframe leading to the living room, his arms crossed over his chest, jaw set hard. his eyes were dark, burning with something between frustration and hurt, and every time they met yours, it felt like a spark that threatened to set everything on fire all over again.
it had started over something small, stupid even. you’d mentioned how he’d been canceling plans lately, how he was always busy with practice or schedules or meetings, how it felt like you were living with a ghost most days. but small things always turned big between you two, because you both cared too much, and you both hated feeling like you weren’t enough.
“i’m not doing this on purpose, you know,” jungwon said, his voice low and tight, like he was holding back a shout. “you think i like coming home late and tired and having the first thing i hear be you complaining about how little time we spend together? i’m working my hardest, y/n. this is my job.”
you turned to look at him, and you could feel the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, hot and stinging, but you refused to let them fall. not now. not when you were still angry.
“i know it’s your job, jungwon! i never said you should quit or that you shouldn’t work hard!” you shot back, your voice rising despite your best efforts. “but there’s a difference between working hard and shutting me out completely. do you even remember the last time we did something that wasn’t just you coming home, eating dinner half-asleep, and then passing out on the bed? i feel like i’m just… here. like i’m just someone who keeps the house clean and waits for you to remember i exist.”
jungwon pushed himself off the doorframe and took a step toward you, his face twisting into something that looked almost like anger, but underneath it you could see the hurt he was trying so hard to hide. “that’s not true and you know it. you know how much you mean to me. you know i’d do anything for you. but sometimes i get so tired, y/n, so exhausted that i don’t even have the energy to talk, let alone plan dates or do all the things you want me to do. is it so wrong that i just need a little space sometimes? that i just need to rest?”
“space?” you repeated, and the word tasted bitter in your mouth. “is that what you call it now? because to me, it feels like you’re pushing me away. like you don’t even want me around anymore. if you need space that bad, then fine, you can have it. i won’t bother you anymore.”
you turned away from him, grabbing your phone from the counter, your hands shaking so bad you almost dropped it. you didn’t want to fight anymore. you were tired, too tired of crying, tired of feeling like you were begging for crumbs of his attention.
“wait—” jungwon started, but you held up a hand to stop him, and the sound of his voice made your chest ache even more.
“no, don’t,” you said, and your voice broke on the last word. “just… leave me alone, jungwon. we’ll talk when we’re both not ready to kill each other, or whatever. right now i just can’t do this.”
you didn’t wait for him to say anything else. you walked past him, your shoulder brushing against his, and you didn’t look back even though you could feel his eyes burning into your back as you went into the bedroom and shut the door behind you, clicking the lock into place.
three days of absolute silence. three days where the only words exchanged between you were short, cold things like “pass the salt” or “i’m going out” or “don’t wait up” if you spoke at all. most of the time, you just avoided each other. you’d wake up early so you wouldn’t have to see him at breakfast, and he’d stay out late or go straight to his studio so you wouldn’t cross paths in the apartment. when you did end up in the same room, it was like you were strangers living under the same roof. he wouldn’t look at you, and you wouldn’t look at him, and every time you caught a glimpse of his face, his tired eyes, the way he’d stopped smiling completely, it felt like someone was twisting a knife in your heart.
you hated it. god, you hated it more than anything. you missed him so bad it hurt, physically, like an ache in your heart that wouldn’t go away. but your pride was still there, sharp and stubborn, telling you that if he really cared, he’d be the one to break first. he’d be the one to apologize, to tell you he was sorry, to tell you that you were wrong and that he loved you more than anything. but day after day went by, and nothing changed. he stayed quiet, and you stayed quiet, and the space between you just kept getting bigger and bigger.
on the third night, you were sitting on the couch in the living room, wrapped up in a blanket even though the room wasn’t cold, staring at the tv that was playing some show you weren’t even watching. your mind was only on one thing: jungwon. you wondered where he was, if he was eating, if he was thinking about you as much as you were thinking about him. you wondered if he was hurting too, or if he was actually enjoying the space he’d said he needed.
it was almost midnight when you heard the front door open and close softly. you didn’t move, didn’t look up, just kept your eyes fixed on the screen even though you couldn’t tell what was happening. you heard him take off his shoes, heard him walk slowly down the hall, heard him pause for a second when he saw you there. for a minute, you thought he’d just walk past, go straight to the bedroom like he had been doing, but this time he didn’t.
you heard his footsteps come closer, slow and hesitant, until he was standing right in front of the couch. you still didn’t look at him, but you could feel his presence, warm and familiar, and it took everything in you not to reach out and pull him close.
“y/n,” he said, and his voice was quiet, rough, like he hadn’t spoken much all day. it was the first time he’d said your name like that. soft, like he used to, since the fight, and it made your throat tighten up immediately.
you didn’t answer. you just stared straight ahead, your hands clutching the blanket tighter, waiting for something, anything.
you heard him sigh, a long, shaky sound, and then he sat down on the very edge of the couch, as far away from you as he could get, but still close enough that you could smell his cologne, the scent you’d missed so much it made your chest ache.
“i hate this,” he said, and his voice was thick, like he was about to cry. “i hate not talking to you. i hate walking around this place and feeling like i don’t even know you anymore. i hate coming home and you don’t smile at me, or talk to me, or even look at me. it’s killing me, y/n.”
your eyes burned, and you blinked fast to stop the tears from falling, but you still didn’t turn to look at him. “you said you needed space,” you whispered, and your voice came out small and broken. “i’m giving you space. isn’t that what you wanted?”
“no,” jungwon said, and there was desperation in his voice now, something raw and real that you hadn’t heard in days. “that’s not what i wanted. i was just tired, and i was stupid. i said things I didn’t mean and… and i never wanted space from you. i never want space from you. i just… i didn’t know how to tell you that i was scared that i wasn’t doing enough, scared that one day you’d get tired of waiting and you’d leave.”
that made you turn your head, finally, to look at him. his eyes were shiny, tears glistening at the corners, and his face looked so tired, so sad, that all the anger and pride you’d been holding onto for the last three days just melted away completely, leaving nothing but love and hurt and the overwhelming need to be close to him. to hold him.
“you really think i’d leave you?” you asked, your voice shaking. “jungwon, you’re everything to me. i felt like you didn’t want me anymore. like i wasn’t important enough to make time for. that’s all i ever wanted. to feel like i matter to you, like i’m a priority.”
“you are,” he said immediately, leaning forward like he couldn’t help it, his eyes locked on yours. “you’re the most important thing in my whole life. more than my job, more than anything. i’m so sorry. i’m so, so sorry i made you feel that way. i was being stupid, and i never should have yelled at you, or made you feel like you were bothering me, or any of it. i love you. i love you so much it hurts, and i hate that i hurt you.”
the tears you’d been holding back finally spilled over, rolling down your cheeks, and you didn’t even try to wipe them away. jungwon reached out slowly, like he was scared you’d pull away, and when you didn’t move, he took your hand in his. his hand was warm, his fingers wrapping around yours tightly, and it felt like coming home.
“i’m sorry too,” you whispered, squeezing his hand back as hard as you could. “i shouldn’t have said those things. i know how hard you work, and i know how tired you get. i just miss you, that’s all. i miss us.”
“i miss us too,” he said, and then he was moving closer, shifting across the couch until there was almost no space left between you. he let go of your hand only to reach up and cup your face in both his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over your wet cheeks, wiping away your tears. his touch was soft, so gentle it made your heart race, and you leaned into it, closing your eyes for a second just to feel him there. “can we stop fighting now? please? i can’t take another day of this.“
you opened your eyes to look at him, and you saw everything you’d ever wanted to see there. love, and regret, and that soft look he only ever gave you. “yeah,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “we can stop.”
for a second, neither of you said anything. you just looked at each other, drinking each other in, like you were making up for all the time you’d spent not looking at each other. the tension that had been in the air wasn’t gone completely, but it had changed. before it was sharp and angry, but now it was thick and heavy, something warm and tight in your chest that made your breath catch in your throat.
jungwon’s eyes suddenly dropped from your eyes down to your lips, and they stayed there, darkening, his breathing getting a little faster, a little shallower. you felt your own heart start to beat faster, a heat spreading through your body that had nothing to do with the temperature in the room. you’d missed this. missed the way he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, like you were everything he ever needed.
“y/n,” he breathed out, his voice rough now, different from before, lower, thicker, full of a need that matched your own. “i want you. god, i want you so bad i feel like i’m going crazy. these last three days… every time i looked at you and couldn’t touch you, couldn’t hold you, it was torture. i need you. please.”
you didn’t answer with words. you just leaned forward, closing the tiny bit of space left between you, and pressed your lips to his.
it wasn’t soft or gentle at first. it was desperate, hungry, like you were both trying to make up for all the time you’d spent apart, all the words you hadn’t said, all the touches you hadn’t shared. his lips were warm and soft, and he kissed you like he was trying to memorize every part of you, his mouth moving against yours with a urgency that made your head spin. he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you onto his lap so you were straddling him, your legs on either side of his hips, and you could feel him beneath you, how much he wanted you, and it made a wave of heat wash over you so strong it made you shiver.
you tangled your hands in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, and he groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through your body and making your heart race even faster. his hands roamed over your back, your waist, your hips, touching you everywhere he could, like he couldn’t get enough, like he needed to feel every inch of you to believe you were really there, really his.
“i’m sorry,” he mumbled against your lips, between kisses, his voice broken and desperate. “i’m so sorry, baby, i love you, i love you so much.”
“i love you too,” you whispered back, kissing him again, harder, needing him to feel it, to know it. “i love you, jungwon, only you.”
he kissed you like he was claiming you all over again, his tongue brushing against yours, slow and deep, making you forget everything but him, forget the fight, forget the silence, because right now there was nothing but him and the way he was touching you and the way he made you feel like you were the most important person in the world. he held you so tight it was almost like he was scared you’d disappear if he let go, and you held him just as tight, your arms wrapped around his neck, your body pressed flush against his, feeling every part of him, every beat of his heart.
he moved his kisses from your lips down to your jaw, then to your neck, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin, making you gasp and tilt your head back to give him more access. he bit gently at the sensitive spot just below your ear, then soothed it with his tongue, and you couldn’t stop the small moan that escaped your lips, the sound making him groan again, his grip on your hips tightening, his fingers digging into your skin.
“you have no idea what you do to me,” he said, his voice rough against your skin, his breath hot and sending shivers down your spine. “every time you make that sound… every time you look at me like that… i lose my mind. i missed this so much. i missed you so much.”
“i missed you too,” you said, your voice breathless, your hands moving down his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt, “so much, jungwon. it hurt so bad not having you close.”
“i know, baby, i know,” he said, looking back up at you, his eyes dark and full of love, his lips swollen and red from kissing you. he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his touch soft even though everything else about this moment was intense. “i’m never letting you go again. i’ll never make you feel like you’re not important, or like you have to wait for me, or any of that ever again. you’re mine, and i’m yours.”
he pulled you down to kiss him again, and this time it was slower, deeper, more tender but just as intense, full of all the love and longing you’d both kept bottled up for days. every kiss, every touch, every word whispered between you felt like it was healing the little cracks that had formed in your relationship over the last few days, putting you back together stronger than before. you could feel all the tension leaving your body, all the anger and hurt melting away, replaced by this warm, overwhelming feeling of being wanted, being loved, being exactly where you were supposed to be.
he stood up suddenly, lifting you easily in his arms, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging to him as he carried you down the hall to your bedroom. he didn’t put you down right away, just walked over to the bed and sat down with you still in his lap, kissing you like he couldn’t stop, like even if he had all the time in the world it wouldn’t be enough. his hands were everywhere, touching you, caressing you, memorizing every part of you, and you did the same, running your hands over his shoulders, his back, his arms, just needing to feel him.
“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered against your lips, his eyes looking into yours with so much love it made your chest feel tight in the best way. “so perfect.” he continued between kisses, “i don’t deserve you, but i’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, i promise. i’ll do anything you want.”
“i just want you,” you said, and it was the truth, more than anything, “just you, jungwon. that’s all i ever wanted.”
he smiled then, a real, bright, beautiful smile, the kind you hadn’t seen in days, the kind that made his eyes crinkle at the corners and made your heart feel like it was going to burst. he kissed you again, soft and sweet this time.
the room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table, casting warm gold light over everything. jungwon shifted back until his back hit the headboard, never once letting you move away from him, his arms locked tight around your waist like he was terrified you’d slip through his fingers if he loosened his grip even a little. you were still straddling his lap, your knees sinking into the soft mattress on either side of his hips, and every small shift of your body against his made him let out these quiet, shaky breaths that went straight to your head, making your skin burn hot all over.
his hands slid down from your waist to your thighs, fingers pressing gently into the soft skin there, then back up under the hem of your shirt, his palms warm and rough in the best way as they moved slowly up your back. when his fingers brushed against your bare skin, you shivered, and he hummed low in his throat, leaning in to press open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, right over the spot he knew always made you weak.
“i missed touching you like this,” he murmured against your skin, his voice still thick and rough, full of all the things he hadn’t been able to say or do for days. “missed feeling you breathe against me, missed the way you shiver when i touch you… god, these last three days felt like three years. every night i’d lie right here, right next to you, and i couldn’t even reach out to hold you. it nearly broke me.”
you tangled your fingers deeper into his hair, tugging gently, and he groaned, his head tipping back just enough for you to kiss along his jawline, down to the curve of his neck where his pulse was beating fast and hard, just like yours. “you were the one who wouldn’t talk to me,” you whispered, but there was no bite left in your words now, only softness and longing, your lips brushing against his skin with every word. “you walked past me like i was just… nothing.”
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and shiny, full of regret and that heavy, hungry need that had been building up between you for so long. his hands came up to cup your face again, thumbs brushing over your cheeks, over the spots where you’d cried earlier. “i was being so stupid,” he said, firmly, like he needed you to believe it more than anything. “but i was hurting too, you know? i hated fighting with you more than anything, but i was too proud to say it first. scared that i’d mess it up even worse, or you’d push me away again.“
he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes fluttering shut for a second. “i’m never doing that again. i’ll never give you the silent treatment again. i’d rather beg for your forgiveness every single day than go through that.”
before you could answer, he pulled you in and kissed you again even deeper, slower, like he was trying to pour every single feeling he had into it: the regret, the love, the longing, the desperate need to make you feel how much you meant to him. his hands slid further up your back, pulling your body flush against his, so close there wasn’t even a breath of space left between you, and you could feel everything. every hard line of his body, every sharp intake of breath when you moved against him just a little bit more.
you could feel how much he wanted you, the way his body reacted to every small touch, every kiss, every little sound you made against his lips, and it made your head spin, made your own need burn hotter and brighter. you’d spent days aching for him and now that you had him, it felt like every missing piece of you was clicking back into place, like the whole world finally felt right again.
his fingers found the edge of your shirt, and he paused, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze soft but burning, questioning. “can i?” he asked, voice barely a whisper, and you nodded immediately, already lifting your arms to help him. he pulled it over your head and tossed it aside, his eyes never leaving yours for even a second, like he was scared to miss a single expression on your face. then his hands were back on you, warm and firm, touching every inch of newly exposed skin.
“you’re so beautiful,” he repeated again, meaning every word, and leaned down to press kisses to your shoulders, your chest, everywhere his lips could reach, slow and reverent and so full of love it made your eyes burn with happy tears. “so, so perfect. i look at you sometimes and i wonder how i got so lucky.”
“jungwon…” you whispered, your hands resting on his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart under your palms. you pushed his own shirt up, and he helped you pull it off, tossing it away too, and then you were touching his bare skin too, running your hands over his shoulders, his back, the muscles you knew he worked so hard for, feeling the warmth of him, the strength of him. “you’re everything to me. you know that, right? no amount of fighting or silence or anything will ever change that.”
he looked up at you, his eyes soft and bright, and a small smile tugged at his lips, “i know,” he said, softly. “and you’re everything to me. always.”
he shifted his weight, lowering you gently back onto the mattress, his body coming down over yours, settling perfectly between your legs like he was made just to be there. he propped himself up on his elbows so he wouldn’t crush you, but pressed his body as close as he could.
he kissed you again, his hands wandering over every curve of your body, touching you with so much care but so much need, like he couldn’t decide whether to go slow and savor every second or take everything he’d been missing all at once.
“i love you,” he said, over and over, between kisses, against your lips, against your neck, against your chest, like it was the only thing he knew how to say, the only thing that mattered. “i love you, i love you, i love you. i love you.”
you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, and he groaned low in his throat, his hips pressing gently against yours, the friction making you both gasp softly.
he moved slowly, taking his time, treating you like something precious, something he never wanted to break or lose. every touch was intentional, every kiss was full of longing, every movement was a promise, that he’d be better, that he’d love you right, that he’d never let you feel alone again. and as he moved with you, as you moved with him, everything you’d both been holding back all the days of missing each other, came pouring out.
when it was over, he didn’t move away. he collapsed gently onto his side, pulling you tight against his chest, wrapping his arms around you so completely you could barely tell where you ended and he began. he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his fingers running slowly and softly through your hair, just holding you, breathing in your scent, like he was finally at peace.
you rested your head against his chest. the room was quiet now, soft and warm, and for the first time in three days, there wasn’t a heavy or empty feeling.
“next time,” jungwon said softly, his voice rumbling in his chest under your ear, his hand still moving gently through your hair, “if i ever make you feel bad again… or if we ever fight… just yell at me. hit me if you want. just don’t let me go silent. don’t let me be away from you like that again. it hurts too much.”
you smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his skin. “i promise,” you said quietly. “just don’t push me away.”
“never,” he said, immediately, tightening his hold on you. “you’re mine, remember? and i’m yours. that’s the only thing that matters.”
he tilted your face up to his one more time, kissing you soft and sweet, slow and deep, full of everything you both felt. outside , the night was quiet, but inside, wrapped up in each others arms, everything was exactly how it was supposed to be. the fight was gone, the silence was broken, and the only thing left was love. big, messy, stubborn, perfect love, just like it had always been, and just like it always would be.
🐼 aya’s note. this was too long im not writing for like a month now and if i made mistakes then IGNORE ITTTTTT. anyways LOVE YA
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