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[a/n: oo this is a bit longer than usual so the author’s note is at the beginning. This lil collection of blurbs is inspired by The Night We Met by Lord Huron. If you look at the red words you can see that lol. Just an fyi the bold italic words are kinda a narration to the blurbs. Idk i had this idea while manic one morning and i refuse to change it. Anyways I literally wrote this at 12:53 am so enjoy and please forgive any errors.]

Falling in love while young can be a beautiful thing. So full of passion and romance and excitement.

It can start of so sweet;

“I had all of you come here today because we have an announcement” Lia said. Everyone at the dinner table was on the edge of their seat. A few of the people you knew but most of the faces at the table were completely unfamiliar. When you’d arrived, you quickly surveyed the room looking for someone you know to hide behind while Lia was busy.

After finding another friend of yours to chat with, you spy a tall dark haired man out of the corner of your eye. His crisp suit and regal posture sent chills down your spine. You did your best to look his way in hopes of getting no attention, but every attempt fell short. By the time you’d sat down, you’d completely forgotten about the savvy man. Instead, you focused on the news that your best friend and her boyfriend were eagerly waiting to unveil.

“We’re pregnant” Chen exclaims. “Well, she’s pregnant. I’m gonna be a dad!”

The table erupted with cheers. Of course you had already known. You were the one with your best friend in the bathroom as she cried over the two tiny red lines. But it was still nice to hear it out loud. The couple was young, foolhardy, and unwed but you knew their bond was stronger than anyone else's. You admired their compatibility and often envied their happiness. Nonetheless, you were happy for them. So you put a smile on your face and clapped and cheered like the rest of the lot

After the cheering and dinner were coming to an end, many of the guests found themselves congregating in small groups with friends old and new. In the midst of the mass chaos, you had found yourself standing alone in the corner of the room. Normally, you’d flock to your best friend, but she was caught up im the duties of a hostess. You watched her prance around the room eagerly accepting private congratulations.

“Is this seat taken?” You turn around to see a handsome looking man with a vaguely familiar mess of dark locks. At first, you were shocked that he would even look your way, but you shook off the brief moment of self-consciousness and tried to reply with a quip

“Well, I mean, there’s no chairs. So…” The confusion you felt had now transformed into amusement. His lines were cute, but you knew he could do better.

“Yeah you’re right that was stupid. Let me start over. I’m Chanyeol” Chanyeol stuck his hand out towards you, a lopsided smile planted on his face.

“I’m y/n” You said, taking his hand reluctantly. It wasas if electricity sparked from your hands as they touched His hands were large but seem to fit with yours perfectly. His lips were twisted in a wholesome smile. Gazing into his eyes was like looking into a warm cup of coffee and you swore you could get lost in them forever. At that moment it was as if stars had collided. You didn’t believe in soulmates before, but that was about to change...

And as you approach your lovers high you’ll seem unstoppable. It will be as if you could fight off the entire world with the power of your love alone;

“I can’t believe i planned a whole picnic and now it’s ruined” You frowned. You could see from the tree you were hidden under that your blue gingham blanket was now soaked and the food that you stayed up all night making was unsalvageable. “And then most upsetting of all, you don’t seem to care”.

Chanyeol only chuckled. “It’s only a little rain.” His response only deepened your frown.

When Chanyeol noticed your expression he tsked, “I think you need to learn to go with the flow.” Knowing you would give a cynical reply, Chanyeol chose not to wait for you to respond. Instead, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the rain. You squealed at the feeling of the cold droplets colliding with your skin. He pulls your body flush against his and places his hand on the small of your back.

“Care to dance?” He asks, a playful smirk appearing on his face.

“To what music?” The lack of music didn’t actually bother you, but you were always eager to tease. You were ready with quips about how cliché the moment was when Chanyeol dipped his head down so that his lips were inches from your ear and began to sing. You didn’t know what the song was and frankly you didn’t care. You’re feet synchronized with the rhythm of his song and you began to dance. Suddenly nothing else mattered. It was as if you were the only people in the world. You closed your eyes and took in the moment.

It’s memories like these that you wouldn’t trade for the world. Even now….

But then it seems to turn around;

The tension had almost become unbearable. And it wasn't good, sexy, fun tension that Chanyeol and you used to have. No. This was different. It was heavy with guilt and anger and accusations. Being the mature adult he was Chanyeol decided to feign ignorance in hopes of avoiding the inevitable. Your subtle slamming of the door and passive aggressive glances, he could look past. But the silent treatment? That he couldn’t ignore. “Alright, what’s going on?” Chanyeol asks. He watched as you leaned against the wall and fiddled with your fingers, doing everything to avoid his eye

“Nothing” You responded curtly. Chanyeol knew you were lying. He knew everything about you. After a year and a half of dating, Chanyeol could point out every freckle, birthmark, and scar with his eyes closed. Though he loved to study your curves and curls, Chanyeol also studied your little mannerisms. At this point, Chanyeol suspected he could register as a y/n-expert. While he believed he was perfectly attuned to your every thought, as he stood there in the living room of your shared apartment he could have been more confused by you.

“Why did you even invite me to dinner if you were going to flirt with all the other girls there. And why were there even other girls there? What’s the point of going on a date with me if you’re barely going to speak two words to me” The words spew endlessly out of your mouth.

“Wait, are you getting mad at me for taking you out to dinner? Because that’s bullshit”

“You didn’t take me out to dinner you invited me to join you for dinner. There’s a difference”

“And why are you nagging me about talking to other girls? It’s my job.”

“Oh so now it’s your job to flirt with everyone?”

“Yes. I mean no. It’s my job to be sociable”

“Oh sure. Just like last week it was your job to go out for drinks with those girls”

“Exactly! See the wouldn’t be a problem to any sane person”

“Sane? So, what? I'm insane now?”

“Well right now you’re insanely overdramatic”

”And you’re selfish, egotistical, and have no regard for my feelings”

“Oh my god you are so much work” Chanyeol was on fire now. You always managed to do that: bring out the worst in him. And once it was out it wasn’t going to stop. “Sometimes...”

“Say it.” You seethe. You know you shouldn’t push him. You know what’s on the inside of that soft, caring exterior. But part of you is just as egged on as he is and you wouldn’t stop until you’d won.

“Sometimes I want to just leave. Take my shit and go. Sometimes I wish we’d never met.” Chanyeol knew he shouldn’t have said that. He knew as it rolled off his lips and he knew as he stormed out of the apartment. He knew it probably hurt your feelings. Not because it was mean, but because it was true. And he knew you could tell it was true. And the worst part of it all was that he didn’t regret saying it one bit.

While Chanyeol was out at who knows where doing who knows what, you had found yourself staring at your bedroom door, waiting. Usually your fights would end in glorious make-up sex, or passionate i-love-you-please-forgive-me-kisses. So you waited. You watched the door, waiting for him to come barging in, ready to take back the things he said. When your eyes got tired of waiting you let your ears take over. You jumped at every little sound only to feel slight disappointment when it didn’t end up being the sound of a turning door. You waited, and waited, and waited. Until eventually your tired body didn’t feel like waiting anymore. And for once, neither did you.

And as you come down from your high you’ll realize why love is such a dangerous drug. Because now that you’ve had a taste you need more, and that same old love just doesn’t do it for you anymore...;

In the beginning of the relationship when you two would fight, you could feel your blood boiling. You felt so many emotions. And now, as you aimlessly twirled the engagement ring on your finger, you felt none. Part of you was scared of what that meant. The other part of you knew. The well had run dry. You were out of patience. Out of cares to give. Out of love.

The Chanyeol you once loved was seemingly dead and gone and he was now replaced by a mature shell of his former self. Occasionally you could see the fun-loving, playful man you fell in love with. You could see it in his smile. You could hear it in his laugh. You could feel it in his soft touches. You could taste it in his lingering kisses. But once the smile faded, and the laugh subsided, and the touches stopped, and the kisses ended, the man you knew was gone like a ghost in the wind.

“I don’t think we should do this anymore.” You had finally found the courage to say what you had both been thinking. After months of “it will get better” and days of “maybe he’s tired” you finally decided it was time for your relationship’s timely end.

Though Chanyeol said nothing his silence spoke for him. He agreed. The room was quiet. And the only thing that could be heard, was your record playing in the background,, “Take me back to the night we met…”

His bright laugh and gleaming smile never fails to catch your eye.

At first he seems so far out of reach… shining so bright beyond your world.

But once you meet him in his universe there is nothing that can take you two apart.

Loving Jackson is like loving a star.

It’s watching him shine bright every night and wondering if his light will soon fade away.

Wondering if his love will soon fade away.

But it doesn’t.

Because he’s a star.

And not just any star; he’s your star.

And when he shines he shines for you.

~

Loving Jinyoung is like loving the sea.

It’s like loving the cool, salty breeze that blows through your hair on a warm summer night.

It’s loving his simplicity.

It’s loving his spotaneity.

It’s waking up to his smooth, cool skin against yours.

It’s loving how he loves you- all of you. He embraces your flaws and sees your beauty the way no one else does.

Loving Jinyoung is like loving the sea.

It’s being there for the still waters.

The times when he’s lost, hurt, distant.

It’s days upon days upon days with few words and few calls.

It’s wondering where the waves have gone.

Wondering where the love has gone.

It’s sleepless nights and some shedded tears.

But the sea is never calm for long.

Just when you least expect it the waves come crashing back in, and all is whole again.

[ 9:53pm ]

*uncut and unedited, just how i like it :,). Mentions of smoking

[ 3:27pm ] A group project? Really? You look around the room at the faces of your classmates. Of course you would have to complete a group project in the one class that you have no friends in. “The assignment is simple. I want you and your partner to build a 3D diagram of your assigned biomolecule. The partners will be posted on the board. When the bell rings please move in an orderly fashion”

Your class definitely did not move in an orderly fashion. In fact one might say it was a downright bloodbath. Your classmates were pushing and shoving their way to the board as if it was the last piece of food during an apocalypse. You roll your eyes and take your time packing up. You were clearly in no hurry to see who your partner was. You actually kind of dreaded the thought. I mean there were some pretty bad options. You could be with Nayeon the ditzy popular girl who you swear has never not worn her bright pink blazer, or maybe Johnny the know it all who thinks speaking more than one language is a personality trait, or even worse you could have Irene who’s stare is said to be so cold that the temperature around her actually drops.

As the crowd dissipates, you walk up to the board. Your heart was pounding out of your chest as you glided your finger across the board in search of your name. “Y/N (Phospho)Lipid-” Lipids? Easy. You could draw a lipid molecule in your sleep. With a deep breath you move your finger over to see the name of your partner. “B A E ” Bae… Bae Suzy? You think that’s the pretty girl that always humming behind you but you’re not entirely sure. Either way you could’ve done a lot worse. “K” what? That’s not the next letter of bae suzy. Wait...It couldn’t be... “Looks like you and me are partners” You feel a long slender arm wrapping around your shoulder. Of all the people... you think, cursing silently. You throw Baekhyun’s arm off of you, giving him the space to maneuver himself in fromt of you. “Consider yourself lucky. It’s not everyday a girl like you gets to be partnered with someone like me” He smirks. You take a deep breath to suppress the rage building inside of you. “Lucky me” You reply between gritted teeth. You push pass Baekhyun and make your way through the halls, desperate to get home. “Hey wait up!” Baekhyun calls, he starts running to catch up, “Seriously for someone with such short legs you sure do walk fast.” You clench your fist and walk faster, hoping he’ll give up. “Hey, ____, slow down we need to talk” “Don’t worry about it. I’ll do the project myself and write your name on it, just leave me alone” you call over your shoulder, making sure you maintain your speedy pace. “No wait that’s not—” Baekhyun sighs and grabs your arm, stopping you from running away, then pulls you into a dark closet.

“What the hell!!” You scream, pulling away. “What is wrong with you?” “You weren’t listening,” He pants “and you walk so goddamn fast”. You squint your eyes but you can barely see his figure in the darkness. “Where even are we?” You ask. “I don’t know i thought this would be a classroom” You feel around for a light switch, patting down everything near you. Suddenly, you feel something… strange. It’s soft and warm and… damp. “Baekhyun… please tell me I’m touching your very sweaty arm” “... That’s not me” Baekhyun stutters. You feel your stomach start to drop, but before you could let out the scream that had been building inside of you, the lights flicker on. “A janitor's closet?With the way our class always looks i assumed we had no janitors” He frowns. “If that wasn’t you then what was—” You slowly turn your head to the large, moldy sponge that your hand was resting on. You gag and pull away, wiping the slime off of your hands and onto the wall. You reach your hand for the door and twist the doorknob gingerly, but it doesn’t open. “Baekhyun… it’s stuck” You twist on the knob again, this time with both hands but the door doesn’t budge. “Step aside…” Baek sighs. He moves your hand and pulls on the doorknob, twisting it with two hands. “____… I don’t know how to say this, but I think we’re stuck” You bang on the door and scream for help, but all the students and faculty are long gone. Baekhyun joins in, banging on the door, so ahrd you’re sure it’ll break. “This is all your fault. I offered to do the entire project by myself but you just had to stop me. Now we’ll never get it done.” “Hey, i was just asking you to slow down. As far as I’m concerned it was your unbridled bitchyness that got us into this mess.” “Oh fuck you” You say rolling your eyes in annoyance. “Wouldn’t you like to” You sigh pull your arms in close to your chest, scared of what might happen if you leave your fist unattended.

You and Baekhyun slouch onto the floor, making sure to keep as much space between the two of you. After a while the tense silence becomes peaceful, and you find yourself growing tired. You watch Baekhyun as he rests his head on the metal shelf behind him. Just when you think he’s fallen asleep, he starts to sing a soft tune. His voice is like honey, warm, smooth, and sickeningly sweet. No matter how much you despise him, you couldn’t help but feel soothed by his voice. You soon find it impossible to keep your eyes open, and before you know it, you’re asleep.

[ 7:45pm ] What a terrible dream… you think. You stretch your arms out and yawn loudly. Imagine being partnered with Baekhyun… god that would be terrible… “Good morning princess,” you have got to be kidding me “or evening. I don’t actually know what time it is my phone’s been dead for hours” You sigh loudly and Massage your temples, his presence already an annoyance, “Y’know I actually thought this was all a bad dream… i wish it was a bad dream” “Nice to know you’re dreaming about me” He smirks, a mischievous look gleaming in his eyes. “You are… infuriating… to say the least. I don’t care how cute you are I don’t know how girls put up with you” “So you admit that I’m cute?” You feel your face flush. You open your mouth to respond but you know the bright blush that shrouded your face was all the answer he needed.

The two of you find yoruself sitting in an awkward silence for what seems like forever. “So… do you have any plans tonight” Baek says, his voice smooth and confident. “Excuse me?” You say, a dark, angry blush rising to your cheeks. Baekhyun chuckles, “The project. We’re partners, remember?” “Pfft, duh! obviously! i mean what else would you have meant by that” You chuckle nervously. What else would he have meant? Did you expect him to ask you out? Did you want him to ask you out? Now it was Baekhyun’s turn to blush, but unlike you he looked you dead in the eye. “Stop looking at me like that” you say, avoiding his gaze. “Can I ask you a question” He says, his voice suddenly serious. You narrow your eyes at him, scanning his face for any sign of mockery, “Shoot” “Why do you hate me?” Woah. You were not expecting that. “What?” you stutter. “I’ve always been nice to you and yet you’ve always hated me.” He’s right. He may be egotistical and arrogant, but he was always nice to you. Why did you hate him? Was it his perfect voice or his perfect hair? Was it his effortless charm and gracefulness? Or maybe it was his smile that you could just spend eternity getting lost in. “You’re just so… perfect. All the girls like you, all the teachers like you, you drive a nice car and wear nice clothes. And you’re so nice to me! I go out of my way to be bitchy to you and you’re still nice. I just—” Baekhyun cuts you off by colliding his lips with yours. Of course, the kiss is perfect.His lips are soft and plush as they melt into yours. He tastes like piña colada lip balm and mountain dew, a strangely addicting combination.

When he pulls away his hand is still resting on your cheek. Before you can think, you reach your hand up and punch him dead in the face. The sound of your fist colliding with his nose seemingly amplified in the tiny closet. “What the fuck!” He screams, his hands holding his now less than perfect nose. “Why the hell did you kiss me?” You ask. You actually didn’t mind him kissing you. In fact, you wanted him to do it again. But you couldn’t let him know that. You’d never hear the end of it. “Why the hell did you break my goddamn nose?” “Hello? Is someone in there?” You hear a voice calling out from the hall. You stand up and move towards the door “He-” “SHHHH,” Baekhyun whispers, covering your mouth with his hand, “Do you want someone to come in and see that you broke my nose?” You push his hand away and turn to him, “Don’t you wanna get out of here???” Baekhyun pouts. He seems conflicted. “Yeah, but—” “Oh my god. You’re embarrassed that i broke your nose. Do you want me to lie to protect your delicate emotions?” “Oh fuck off—” Before you even get the chance to respond, the janitor door opens and you are greeted by the familiar fluorescent light of the hallway. In front of you stands a middle aged teacher who you’ve never seen before. “What are you two doing in here, school ended 4 hours ago. And why is he bleeding?” “Because he’s an idiot” The teacher squints her eyes at you, eyeing you up and down. “I didn’t know that idiocy caused people to start spontaneously bleeding from their nose” “I think it’s a new phenomenon. It’s chronic, very serious in fact i should be taking him to the hospital now”

You grab Baekhyun by the hand and hurry out of the school, “Thanks for saving us” you yell, not bothering to wait and hear the teacher response. Once the two of you are out of the door Baekhyun pulls away from you and stares. “Aren’t you gonna apologize?” “For what” “For breaking my nose!” Baekhyun huffs. He still has a hand covering his nose. “Sorry” You mutter “You are? You’re actually sorry” You press your lips together in an attempt to seal in the laugh that was threatening to erupt out of you. “No, not really” Baekhyun looks at you. For a moment it looks like he’s ready to scold you. His eyes look stern and he presses his mouth into a straight line. Then he starts laughing. His laugh is infectious.It’s light and airy and joyful and you can’t help but join in. As you laugh you can’t help but think, maybe he’s not so bad after all.

[ 7:38pm ] You aren’t letting him off that easy, and he’s an absolute idiot if he thinks you will. You trace the delicate petal of the rose that he gave you with the pad of your finger . It’s soft, plush feel reminded you of something else your fingers traced. Something that used to dance across your skin and tango with your lips. You sigh, your mouth twisting into an angry frown. You can’t believe his plan is working. You pull the petal of the flower and crush it between your fingers. You will not let him off this easy. Hearing your phone start to ring in the distance, you toss the rose to the side and hastily make your way in its direction. The picture on your screen is of the two of you. It was a selfie you took one morning after Kyungsoo decided to spontaneously make you breakfast. Instinctively, your finger moves to answer the call. No. You won’t answer. If he wants to apologize he can come say it to your face. After the 3rd ring the call ends. Really? He’s giving up that easily? As if on que, your phone sounds a familiar ding. You remember how when you first started dating, you changed his text tone so that you’d know it was him texting you. At the time you thought you were a genius, but with every ding the sound became sour.

kyungsoo♡: ____

kyungsoo♡: ____, please i’m sorry

kyungsoo♡: look i tried to be there i really did, but you know it’s hard to work with my schedule

he’s right. His schedule was always incredibly tight, and he’d made it abundantly clear that his work was extremely important to him. Maybe you’re being too harsh.

kyungsoo♡: ____ i know you’re reading these

kyungsoo♡: i can make it up to you

kyungsoo♡: i will make it up to you

kyungsoo♡: at least open the door, i’m standing outside

what? You think. is he really here? you slowly approach the door, your hand tentatively turning the doorknob.

“Oh thank god. I thought you were never gonna open the door. I’m really-” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. The moment your lips connect you forget why you were even mad. The way his lips moved against yours set your body on fire. This kiss fueling the excitement that ran through your veins. “Sorry” you sigh, ending the kiss and finishing his sentence “I know. But you shouldn’t be. I was being really inconsiderate and i should-” “No you’re right. I work too much. I mean what kind of boyfriend attends meetings all day and never hangs out with his girlfriend. I’m so sorry. And I really can make it up to you.” Soo says, his hand caressing your face. “And how do you plan on doing that?” Kyungsoo doesn’t reply, but he doesn’t have to. The familiar dark look in his eyes told you all you need to know. When he picked you up and immediately attacked your neck with his lips, you knew you were in for a long night.

[ 4:27pm ] ‘Moving on never feel the same’ You wish you could say you tried to fight the tears. You wish you could just let him go. But you didn’t. And you couldn’t. His laugh played on in your mind like a song on repeat. ‘Nothing seems to cover up the pain’ You knew something was wrong the second your phone wrang. You didn’t have the normal fluttering butterflies you would get when you normally talked to your boyfriend. Instead you only felt gut wrenching fear of the conversation that was to come. ‘Baby i’ve been trying but you can’t hear what i say’ One could say that you should’ve seen it coming. All of the signs were there. The two of you had clearly been growing apart for a while now. Your hour long talks at midnight became three worded texts. Your elaborately planned dates became group activities with his friends. You wanted to blame it on him. You wanted to act like it didn’t affect you. But you didn’t. And you couldn’t. “You. Me. PUBG match. Right now. Let’s g— what the hell is wrong with you” Baekhyun flung your door open to find you lying on the floor with your mouth slightly agape and your eyes puffy. Your best friend eyed you up and down, a small pout forming on his face. For reasons unknown to you, seeing his face made you feel a bit better. It always did. And then, as if a big cosmic coincidence, a familiar scent wafted your way. It was faint, but familiar. So familiar you could feel your face pressed into the fabric of his shirt, the smell of his cologne filling your nose. Your eyes begin to well with tears once again at the memory. “Your wearing the same cologne” You mumble in between sharp breaths “What?” Baekhyun stares at you, the realization finally dawning in his eyes. “Oh shit. Did Chan break up with you?” The sound of his name was enough to trigger the waterfall. The tears that were once pooled in your eyes now glided down your cheeks on the paths created by tears before them. The terror on Baekhyun’s face was almost comical. Although he was a player on campus he had no idea how to comfort a girl—or anyone for that matter. He glanced around awkwardly before clearing his throat, “Maybe i should go and we‘ll play lat—” “Stay” You beg. Baekhyun hesitates, then nods and lays down next to you, your heads and hands mere centimeters away from eachother. “Guys suck” Baekhyun mutters, glancing at you. “They really do” You cry “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Baek grabs your hand giving it a reassuring squeeze. Your eyes slowly move from the spot on theceiling that you’d stared at for hours to your interlocking hands. Baekhyun must’ve followed your eyes because once you look at your interlocking fingers he pulls away and clears his throat. “How about we change this music, why are we listening to this dumb old song anyw—” He moves to get up but you stop him, grabbing his wrist tightly. “Don’t. This was our playlist ” Baek nods slowly and lays back down, the top of his head now touching yours. You sit through a few songs together, listening to nothing other than the sound of music and your sniffles. “Do you... want to talk about it?” He asks, breaking the silence. You think about it for a while, then sigh. You know he doesn’t wanna listen. Baekhyun Is a terrible listener, but you admire his offer. “No…” You sigh “just… hold me, please?” This, Baekhyun could do. He twists around and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. You mumble a muffled thank you into his chest and close your eyes, losing yourself in the music that was still playing softly in the background. Even though your breakup was shitty, you wouldn’t change a thing if it took away this moment. It was times like this when you wished time would just stop and leave you relishing Baekhyun’s warm embrace forever.

“We don't need nothing

Except each other

But there's no reason to say it at loud

The moon is there for you tonight

I feel the beating of heart and

You should forget it for a while

We're not just friends

I know you want me to stop the time”

👁👄👁

[ a/n: this deadass took 19399392992928 years and it’s still so lq. I wrote it like 50 times and i kinda wanna just scrap the whole thing and start over but im lazy soooo. ALSO ITS POORY EDITED SO PLZ IGNORE SILLY MISTAKES]

4 - “I don’t want to do this without you.”

20 - “I know you didn’t mean it, but it still hurt.”

23 - “Look me in the eye and tell me you love me.”

w/ Chanyeol

Distant couldn’t begin to explain his recent behavior. Chanyeol practically vanished. Whenever you were free he seemed to be locking himself in his studio, heading out of town for business, or going to company gatherings. To be fair you’d given your fair share of distance as well, burying yourself under piles of paperwork in your office. But that was fine. This was fine. You and Chanyeol were used to this. Your relationship was like clockwork. It was consistent, constant, and stable. Both of you understood the importance of one another’s job and made an effort to work with the little time you had with each other. But now things are different. Chanyeol doesn’t answer your calls, never responds to your messages, and half the time he doesn’t come home at night. This would’ve been fine. You would’ve Been okay with Chanyeol putting a little extra time and effort into his work. But you knew for a fact that Chanyeol wasn’t working. You knew that Chanyeol would spend his nights at clubs and parties and bars with girls and friends and everyone except you.

The sound of his rapidly approaching footsteps prompted you to put down your phone and say something, “Hey” You said, look up from your phone. Chanyeol jumped back, startled by the sound of youe voice. “____? What are you doing home so early” “I took the day off. i was thinking we could maybe go out to dinner today?” You ask. You watch Chanyeol closely, scanning his face for a reaction. “Actually i have plans…” He responds. He turns around, ready to end the conversation there, but you stop him. “You always have plans,” you whine, your small hand wrapped around his arm. “Please stay” “You know I can’t do that” Yeol sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. “and why is that?” You ask, a teasing edge to your voice. “Christ, ____, I don’t want to stay here!” You jump back, the hand that was once gripping his arm now shaking by your side. Chanyeol never raised his voice at you. Something must be wrong. “This relationship is suffocating and I don’t know what to do anymore. When you want attention you’re clingy and I’m here when i needed attention you were gone. I need time for me. I need a break… we need a break” You stare up at Chanyeol, eyes widened with confusion and shock. Chanyeol bit his lip and stared at you, waiting patiently for your rebuttal. His eyebrows furrowed with frustration. “We’re over” He whispers before turning around and heading out the front door. Your brain refused to process the words. It wasn’t until he was out the front door that the tears started to fall. The worst part of it all was that he was right. You had pushed him away. You were never there for him. All the dates you bailed on, all the calls you had to miss all the concerts you just couldn’t attend. This was your doing. After sobbing on the floor for what might as well have been hours you pull yourself together and huddle under you covers, shrouding yourself in nothing but the warm cotton and your own miserable thoughts.

1 - “No, I don’t want to say goodbye. Not now.”

9 - “Please, just…be safe. Come back to me.”

15 - “I’m so, so sorry.”

It wasn’t often that you went out for drinks with friends. In fact it wasn’t often you went out at all. But tonight something was different. Just hours before you had just gotten fired from your long term job, and as if the icing on your shitty cake you got a letter from your landlord telling you your rent was way past late. Of course your boyfriend offered to help you out but there was no way you could accept his money without feeling guilty. So yes. Tonight was different. Tonight the air was full of adventure, the bright stars shone with mischief, and you were in desperate need of distraction. Tonight you, your boyfriend, and a few others headed to the biggest bar in seoul. While in the never ending line to the entrance you ran into a young man with mysterious eyes and ruffled red hair and you hit it off. You had found your distraction. Maybe it was the long line and small talk. Maybe it was the shots of tequila that you downed as if they were water . Or maybe it was the way he looked at you when you talked. Whatever the reason, it wasn’t good enough. Nothing could justify taking him to the dance floor. Nothing could explain the way you let his arms wrap around your waist, his hands dipping lower than they should. No words could describe the look of heartbreak in Taehyung’s eyes as you let the man’s lips collide with yours in a mess of saliva and whiskey. Only upon breaking the kiss did you realize your mistake. You chased after Tae, who had run off at the sight, pushing through the sweaty crowd and brushing off many intrusive hands. “Taehyung! Wait! Please I— It was a mistake” “____ you two have been flirting all night I hardly call that a mistake” He sneers, his gaze boring into you. You flinch at his tone. Taehyung was never cross with you. He’d always tried his best to control his anger around you for fear of doing or saying something he might regret. You’d always tease and poke fun, trying to rile him up. But now that you’d finally seen him in this primal state, you wish you hadn’t. “I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me. My mind has been so foggy with everything going on and i just—” “Oh save your pity story for someone who cares. I have offered to help you and you push me away. I try to talk to you and you push me away. All you ever seem to do lately is push me away. If this is you telling me you want to break up, message received. I’ll leave.” “No Tae please. I need you. Please now is just not a good time for me i need you to understand that. I’m so, so sorry.” “Maybe the guy who just had his hands all over you and his tongue down your throat will understand. Goodbye ____” “No, I don’t want to say goodbye. Not now.” You reach out for his hand but he quickly moves it out of the way. He takes one last look at the scene before him. The sight of you in such sorrow was enough to move him to tears. But every tear that fell from your eye reminded him of you kissing that man on the dance floor. Tae just needed time. Time to think. Time to forgive. Time to heal. And he knew that he could never do that with you there. So he walked away. You watch as he slowly turns around and walks off, his hand running through his hair in frustration.

After drowing your sorrow in several more drinks you find yourself in an uber missing Tae. You pull out your phone and begin calling and texting furiously, praying for an answer.

you: Taehyung you have to understand please

sent 10:28pm

you: Taehyung please pick up the phone

sent 10:29pm

you: i’m sorry you have to forgive me

sent 10:31pm

you: where are you? stay safe okay?

sent 10:35pm

you: Please, just…be safe. Come back to me.

read 10:37pm

Firstly this is so sweet! You should send me your imagine when it’s done I’d love to read it!

1 - “I love you. I hope you know that.”

9 - “You’re soft and warm and I don’t want you to move.”

22 - “If you’re so cold, why didn’t you say something? Come here.”

It was cold. No, that was an understatement. It was freezing in your room. Definitely too cold for sleeping, or so you thought. Beside you lay your boyfriend Hobi sleeping peacefully as if the air around him wasn’t -38 degrees. Even as your teeth chatter violently you couldn’t help but admire his peaceful sleeping features. His eyelashes flitted slightly and his mouth was slightly agape. He looked angelic, the sharp curve of his jaw almost unnaturally beautiful. Unfortunately for you, your view was ruined when a familiar smile— no, smirk started to grow on your boyfriends face. “Take a picture it’ll last longer” he chuckles, his voice hoarse and husky. You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around your body for warmth. “If you’re so cold, why didn’t you say something? Come here.” Hoseok says pulling you into him. He smells faintly of soap and cologne, a scent you’ve grown to love more than anything. His arms wrap around you and his head nuzzles into your neck. “I love you. I hope you know that.” He whispers before the two of you drift off to sleep.

You wake up to the stirring of your boyfriend, his legs unwinding from yours and his body shifting constantly. When he tries to pulls his arms from around you, you groan and hold onto him tightly “Don’t leave! You’re soft and warm and I don’t want you to move.” You say, your voice barely more than a whisper. You feel your twinge of pain in your throat as you start to cough, your body suddenly aching. Hobi pouts and puts his hand to your forehead, “has my baby gotten sick?” You try to muster up a response but as soon as you open your mouth your words are interrupted by another fit of coughs “Lucky for you the doctor has ordered a morning full of cuddles and an afternoon full of honey tea.” You sigh contently as your boyfriend snakes his arms back around your waist and peppers your face with soft kisses .