VIXX Scenarios

A dimpled face stared up at me from my screen. Resigned, I swiped my finger across the screen to accept the call.

“What, Hongbin?”

“Noona, please.” His voice was desperate. “Why can’t you just trust hyung?”

“You know why, Kong.”

“He’s not like them, I swear! He’s way too busy with work to even think about cheating on you!”

“You think being busy with work means people can’t cheat?” My voice was bitter with memories of the past.

“Noona, please.” Hongbin obviously had no rebuttal for that. “Jaehwan hyung is hurting. He locked himself out on the balcony and even though the door is pretty soundproof, we can hear his wailing from inside. He’s never done this before.”

“What do you think I can do.” My voice was monotonous. “He was the one who broke up with me.”

“He was so excited to see you this morning, you know. Our vocal coach had to scold him three times for not paying attention and we all knew it was because he was thinking of you.”

Hearing this made my heart ache. Maybe you hadn’t cheated and I was being too paranoid.

“Hongbin, how do we move on from this?” I was desperate for an answer. I wanted you back, and it seemed like you were hurting as much as I was. The only problem now was convincing each other that being together was the best way forward.

“Noona, just tell him you’re sorry. Try to trust him a bit more.”

“Hongbin, who is that?” I could hear Hakyeon oppa’s voice in the background.

“It’s noona,” I heard Hongbin reply, voice distant like he was holding the phone away from him. He didn’t have to specify which noona - I was the only one hurting one of their own so much that he was wailing in pain.

“Give me the phone.” And then Hakyeon oppa was on the phone. “________-ah, please come over. Talk to him.”

“What am I supposed to say, oppa?” My voice was breaking at this point, tears threatening to spill over.

“Tell him you don’t really believe he would cheat on you.”

“I can’t lie to him.” My voice was a whisper.

“You… really think he cheated on you?” Hakyeon’s voice was slow with disbelief. “Why?”

“I… I don’t know.” I didn’t want to admit my insecurities.

“I can promise you that he has been nothing but faithful to you.” There was conviction in his voice, but I needed more than that to believe him.

“Why has he changed so much then?”

“What? How has he…” Hakyeon trailed off, and I was scared my worst fears were going to be confirmed even though he had just said that you had not cheated. “I think I know why.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Well?” I waited with baited breath. Was there really a valid, completely innocent reason that you were acting the way you were?

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?” It was getting frustrating. Why the secrecy?

“It’s not for me to tell. Jaehwan has a, uh, surprise for you.”

A surprise? “Hakyeon oppa, if you’re lying to protect him…”

“I’m not!” The leader’s voice was indignant. “What do you take me for?”

The question brought me to the airport, and I could hear your voice echoing, “What kind of man do you take me for?” My heart fell.

“I’m sorry.” My voice was back to being quiet as I got lost in my thoughts revolving around you.

“So will you come?” Hakyeon’s voice had a renewed vigour to it. “Come talk to him please.”

“I… I’ll come over.” That was as far as I was willing to commit to. I would get in a taxi and go to the address he sent in a text, but I wasn’t sure if I would have the courage to talk to you.

Reaching the apartment block, I thanked the driver and paid him, getting out of the car and surveying my surroundings before slowly making my way up to the dorm. I rang the bell, and saw Sanghyuk’s face for a split second on the intercom before he buzzed me in.

When I reached your dorm door, I didn’t have to knock; it swung open as I raised my fist, the two youngest members of the band greeting me with nervous smiles. I only nodded in reply; usually they would be hugging me and saying how much they missed their favourite noona, but today was different. There was a sombreness about the apartment, and it aptly fitted my mood walking in.

A silence cloaked the living room; I guessed you had stopped wailing, probably because your vocal chords couldn’t take it anymore. It had taken me close to 40 minutes to reach the dorm, my gut clenched the whole way.

“Where is he?” I asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the silence.

The two boys exchanged looks I couldn’t read and Hongbin pointed to a closed door. This was the first time I had been to their new dorm, so I assumed that was your room (or at least the room you shared with however many of the others) and walked to it.

It felt awkward standing outside with the two youngest watching me, so I turned my back to them and leaned sideways against the door. I thought of all the times the situation had been reversed, me behind a locked door, you banging on it to try and get me to talk to you. It was harder this time because I would have to be the one to initiate contact. 

“_________…” Hakyeon walked into view from around the corner. “You’re here.” He pulled me into a tight hug, and I had to suppress a sob that was struggling to surface.

“Oppa, I can’t,” I whispered into his chest. “I can’t talk to him right now. It’s too hard.”

He pulled back, placing his hands on my shoulders and giving them a gentle squeeze, making me look up at him.

“You can do this. You have to. This time, it needs to be you who makes the move otherwise I don’t think your relationship will be able to survive.”

“But I-”

“Please just talk to him?” A thud from behind the door punctuated his question, both our heads whipping around to stare in its direction. “He’s hurting more than he ever has. This is the worst I’ve ever seen him.”

“It’s true, noona,” Hyuk chimed in. I had completely forgotten he and Hongbin were still standing behind me. “Every time you were suspicious of him before, he just took it in his stride because he knew he had done nothing wrong.”

“So you’re saying he has done something wrong now?”

“Pabo…” Hongbin smacked the back of Hyuk’s head. “That’s not what he meant, noona. This time is different because hyung has been preparing really hard and he had a surprise for you and you not trusting him just pushed him over the edge.”

“Preparing for what really hard?” I looked at the three of them. “Please tell me?”

“Like I said before, it’s not for us to tell.” Hakyeon turned me to face the door. “Talk to him. Clear the air.”

I heard the three of them shuffle away as I stared at the piece of wood, the only thing separating us as I tried to gather my courage to face you. 

Jaehwan, I willed you, please forgive me. Please make all my doubts go away. Please fix the situation and be my hero like you always are.

A lone tear rolled down my face and I quickly wiped it away: I didn’t want your first view of me after our breakup (I hated calling it that) to be of me crying. 

Steeling my nerves, I raised my fist and gave the door three hard raps - harder than I had intended, but I guess that’s what nerves do to you. I could see Hakyeon, Hongbin and Hyuk whispering to each other out of the corner of my eye - I guess they hadn’t gone very far - but before I could turn to give them a pointed look, the door flung open.

“I thought I told you guys to leave me a-” Your voice was harsh, hoarse, and there was a fire in your eyes, a wild look I hadn’t seen before. It subsided slightly when you saw it was me, and your tone softened considerably. “__________. What are you doing here?”

“Jaehwan, I…” I didn’t know what to say. I had tried rehearsing in the taxi on the way over, but every time I tried picturing this conversation I would come up blank. The events of the day suddenly seemed overwhelming and I didn’t want to do this - fight, break up, make up, whatever - anymore.

I turned to leave, but before I could take more than a step I felt your hand on my arm, halting me.

“__________…” your voice was almost pleading. 

I closed my eyes, willing the tears to stay away but they wouldn’t listen. 

“__________.” You repeated my name softly, sorry to see me cry. The tenderness in your voice struck a nerve in me and I felt more tears pool in my eyes.

“Jaehwan.” My own voice came out a whisper.

“Don’t go.” Your grip on my arm tightened, but not so much that it hurt. “Please.”

I nodded and you looked around to see if anyone else was there. I don’t know what you saw, since my gaze was trained on your collar bones that were peeking through your loose sweater, a focal point for me to concentrate on instead of thinking about how rocky our relationship was. You pulled me into the room and shut the door, letting go of my arm as you did so.

Author’s note:

Thank you anon for writing to tell me you enjoyed the first part :) All feedback is welcome and definitely encouraged guys! Hope this was to your liking as well.

As soon as I walked through the airport doors, my eyes were darting around the crowd, trying to find the one face that mattered. When I spotted you, my grin grew so wide my face was hurting, but it was the good kind of pain that I was used to associating with you. You made me feel so much more; my world was amplified with you in it.

I heard you calling my name and it felt so good to see your lips utter the word that defined me that I almost started crying in relief; after not being able to see you for so long, the ache of longing was finally subsiding and the ease I felt was almost overwhelming.

"Jaehwan." I smiled up at you, your proximity making the butterflies flutter around once more.

You revealed the bouquet of red roses you'd been hiding behind your back and with a squeal I accepted them.

"These are beautiful!"

"Not as beautiful as you." The solemnly spoken words made me look up at you in wonder, only to find you staring back at me with an intense look in your eye.

"Jaehwan, wha-"

You cut me off with a kiss that was a little too rough, but I put it down to the fact that we hadn't seen each other in so long.

We were blatantly making out, and in public at that, but you didn't seem to care. Where was the image conscious Ken I had become accustomed to? When had this devil-may-care man replaced him?

I only broke the kiss because I was desperate for air. Older couples were shooting us dirty looks as we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, panting for oxygen. I smiled apologetically at them but you - you just smirked and ignored them. If anything, you seemed proud to be showing your sexual prowess in public and that made me wonder... Where had my shy, sweet boyfriend gone?

People didn't change like that overnight. Nor do they change without a reason - in cases like these, that reason was usually another person. My heart stopped as I connected the dots. Had you been cheating on me?

"Jaehwan?"

"Mm."

"Is there... something you'd like to tell me?"

Your smile faltered for a split second - the change was so quick that I wondered if I had imagined it.

“Only that I love you.”

I grinned at you uncertainly, now wondering if you were saying that as an excuse.

“Is that all?”

You frowned. “Isn’t that enough?”

“Well, yeah… It’s just that,” I hesitated. “Never mind.”

“What is it?” You stepped closer to me.

“Forget about it. It’s nothing.”

You came closer still, placing your hand on my chin and forcing my downcast eyes to look into your warm brown ones. Or at least, they used to be. There was now a cold steeliness to them that made me shiver in my warmest jacket.

“Do you, by any chance, happen to think I cheated on you?” Your voice was gruff. I widened my eyes, telling you what you wanted to know. You let go of me, stepping away, your own eyes now filled with hurt.

"Jaehwan, I-"

"What kind of man do you take me for?" Your tone was guarded, the first time it had ever been with me. Had I made a mistake?

"What am I supposed to think when all the signs point to you having an affair?" I didn't want to push you away, I desperately hoped I was wrong, but I wasn't going to turn a blind eye if you had been unfaithful. I'd told you right from the start - I would leave at the first sign of cheating. I had been hurt too many times in the past and I didn't think I could go through it all again.  You had assured me at the start of the relationship (and countless times during, when I'd felt insecure) that you were not like those other guys. You promised me you would never do anything to make me doubt your loyalty.

"I am not having an affair." You spoke with a low voice, emphasizing each word, sounding like you were trying to rein in anger.

"Prove it."

"You know what?" You looked up, staring me in the eye. "I can't do this anymore. I try so hard to make you feel special, to prove to you that you are the only girl in the world for me, but you keep on trying to find proof that I'm an asshole. I'm tired, ________. I'm sorry. It's, " your voice cracked. "It's over."

You left me standing there in the middle of the airport, tears pooling in my eyes.

"You never loved me, did you."

You stopped at that. I saw your hands clench into fists, trembling as you tried so hard not to turn around. I wanted to reach out, to tell you I was sorry and I hadn't meant to accuse you of cheating but I couldn't; I had always been a terrible liar. Instead all I could do was hope for you to make a move, to do something to fix this nightmare of a situation like you always did.

Except this time you didn't. After what felt like an eternity, you released your clenched hands and took a step. Then another. And another. Until finally you were walking through the doors of the airport and leaving me stranded in a foreign city.

Author’s note:

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Taekwoon slumped on the sofa, tired after hours of endless dance rehearsals. His five bandmates followed suit, each finding their own spot on which to collapse after having gone through an unusually rigorous training session. As they each slowly recovered, thoughts turned to their stomachs and Sanghyuk suggested they go out for a late meal before heading back to the dorm. Murmurs of agreement met the proposition and they all groaned to their feet, their aching bodies wishing they had stayed on the ground.

Pulling on hats and coats, they were making their way to the door when they realised that the quiet main vocal had yet to move.

“Taekwoon-ah,” Hakyeon called, one foot already out the door. “Aren’t you coming?”

“I think I’m going to head back. I’m not that hungry.”

The leader nodded in understanding. N would have stayed to talk to him, but he knew that Leo really wanted some time to himself to mull over his mistakes from the day. He hadn’t been so slow in learning a routine since their early trainee days and he was frustrated at his decline in progress. I’m supposed to be a seasoned idol now damn it!

Once the room was empty but for him, Taekwoon let out a low growl of frustration. He moved to the middle of the training room, sitting cross-legged facing the mirrored wall and stared himself down, taking deep breaths as he went through the routine in his mind. After ten minutes he got up, pressed play on the console to start the music and went through the dance one final time. Finishing without a flaw - he knew all he needed to do was focus! - he went to the company’s showering facilities and took a quick shower before heading out.

Instead of going straight to the dorm, Taekwoon decided to make a detour to his favourite coffee shop to get a warm drink before trudging the walk back in the cool evening air. There was something about the cosy cafe that soothed him and sometimes even gave him inspiration for his compositions. Many a night he had found himself walking all the way to the unique store, bypassing many other coffee shops in favour of this one.

Stepping in from the cold, he breathed in the toasty aroma of coffee beans and unraveled the scarf from around his neck. Nodding a greeting to the girl behind the counter, he ordered his usual before leaning on the wooden surface, reading the messages inscribed into the wood while waiting for his drink to be ready.

Once the steaming hot beverage was warming his hands, he turned around and was about to walk to the door when something made his stop in his tracks.

You…

A woman had just walked in, nose red from the cold and hands occupied with two children, a boy and a girl. They were all bundled up to counter the cold and he watched as she helped them take off their thick outer jackets before they started complaining of the heat in the warm shop.

When she finally looked up, he kept his eyes on her until she finally flicked her gaze in his direction. He waited as she turned away, not immediately recognizing him. He stayed still, watching as she froze, turning back towards him slowly as if afraid to confirm it was really him.

Her eyes travelled up his torso to his face, and when their eyes finally met, Taekwoon had to stop himself from reacting to the intensity of her gaze.

“엄마!”

Author’s note:

Han Sanghyuk scrunched up his nose at his reflection in themirror. Eyeing his meticulously ruffled hair, he bit his lower lip as he moveda few strands into place. His plain white t-shirt was loose on his lanky frame,not giving anything away about the beginning of a six-pack he was beginning tobuild in his weekly gym sessions.

“Hyuk-ah!”

Your voiceoutside the door startled him, his hand jerking a clump of hair and destroyinghis past 5 minutes worth of work.

He sighed.

“Ya, youjust made me-” he stopped himself from admitting that his hair was actuallystyled, not wanting you to think he was more superficial than you thought. Inreality you knew how much effort he put into making his hair look the way itdid - no one in the world had naturally messy hair that was aestheticallyperfect - but you let him continue thinking you didn’t so as to not hurt hispride.

He clearedhis throat, hoping you wouldn’t prompt him to finish his sentence. “What is it?”

“Come out!”you urged him, a whine entering your voice. “You’ve been in there for the pasthour!”

His chesttightened. He hated girls who were cutesy and tried using aegyo to get theirway, but your natural aegyo never failed to make him melt. Damn you, why did you have to make me fall for you?

Shaking hishead to clear his thoughts of how much he couldn’t have you, he lazily replied,“Stop exaggerating. I’ve only been in here for 20 minutes,” while pulling thedoor open to reveal you with your arms on your hips, glaring at him.

“That’sstill a long time to leave me out here alone you dumbass.” You lowered yourvoice. “And besides, I don’t know your bandmates. They’re all out there ontheir phones not talking and it’s really awkward.”

“You’ve metthem so many times already!” He knew his hyungs - with the exception ofTaekwoon hyung, who was quiet anyway - were intentionally making it awkward;their way of teasing you. They were all probably on the group KaTalk chattalking animatedly about you while pretending to all be doing their own thing.

“For like,three minutes at a time when I drop by to pick you up on your days off. Thatdoesn’t mean we’re all besties now.” You hadn’t dropped your glare and hepretended to wither under it but it wasn’t having the effect you wanted at all- he actually thought you were cutest when your mouth was all scrunched up likethat. The mouth scrunching always came with the glare, and if he was honestsometimes he annoyed you on purpose so he would be able to see that expression.

“Of coursenot.” He draped an arm over your shoulders and started herding you to theliving room. “We’re besties. I don’t want you becoming friends withHongbin hyung.”

“Why not?”Wrapping an arm around his waist, you looked up at him, inwardly marvellingthat the pipsqueak you had known since kindergarten was now a whole head tallerthan you.

I don’twant you falling for him. Hongbin wasjust your type and even though you had a boyfriend right now, that didn’t meanyou couldn’t find him attractive and end up with him if your currentrelationship went south. “Uh, hyung’s kind of a womanizer…” Sorry hyung.

Youshrugged. “I can handle womanizers.”

He cockedan eyebrow down at you skeptically. “You can handle womanizers but not a bunchof guys on their phones?”

“Oh shutup.” You elbowed him hard in his side and he extracted his arm, needing hishand to rub at the sore spot.

“Can younot?”

“Nope.” Yougrinned cheekily in response to the evil eye he was trying on you.

Reachingthe living room, you were surprised to find that it was now void of people.

“Where didthey all go?”

“Theirrooms. I made them give us this space for the night.” Hyuk flopped down on thecouch, taking out his phone to check his notifications - sure enough, there hadbeen a spike of activity on the group KaTalk chat that evening.

“But thenwhy were they…” You mentally shook your head. Boys were weird. “Anyway don’tyou start ignoring me too.” You plucked the phone out of his hand and put it inyour pocket, ignoring his cry of protest.

“Fine. Whatdo you want to do?”

Youshrugged. “Play a game?”

“What game?”

Youshrugged again. “Anything. You choose.”

“You’re theone who wanted to play a game… you pick.”

You wereboth extremely indecisive people. This could go on the whole night if neitherof you put a stop to it.

“You-” Youwere interrupted by the ringing of your phone, VIXX LR’s new single, Beautiful Liar, ringing out across the room. You hurriedly swiped to end the call.

Hyuk, whohad been lying down on the sofa, bolted upright at that point and whipped hishead around to face you. “What was that?”

“Nothing.”You cursed yourself - your reply had been way too quick.

“That’s notnothing. You never use our songs as your ringtone! What’s up?” He was lookingat you with concern now, and it made you want to cry.

“It’snothing, okay?” You sat down against the sofa, your back to your best friend.

“Give meyour phone.”

“No.”

“Give it tome.” There was a steeliness to his voice that only appeared when he was deadserious, so you reluctantly handed it over to him.

Hyuk swipedthe combination to unlock your phone - you knew each other’s codes - andnavigated in search of your recent callers list. Finding it, he frowned at thescreen: there at the top of the list was a call from “3”.

“Didsomething happen with Jisoo?” His voice was hard. Part of him was happy at thepossibility that you were single again, but a bigger part of him hated the factthat you must be hurting right now.

You shookyour head, not trusting yourself to speak without a sob creeping in.

“Don’t lieto me. What did he do?”

“Nothing.”Your voice came out breathy, and you knew you were going to start crying in asecond. “It was me.”

“You?” Hyukwas skeptical. “What could you have done to yourself to make you cry like this?”

Hearing hisconfirmation that you were crying made you abandon your self-restraint andstart crying freely.

“I broke upwith him.”

Hyuksoftened his gaze even though you couldn’t see him. Voice quiet, he asked,“Why?”

“Jisoo’stoo nice a guy to cheat on me, but he won’t break up with me either because hedoesn’t want to hurt me. I tried holding on to him, but I could see that hedidn’t really want to be with me anymore so I let him go.” Your voice waschoked with emotion so you weren’t sure how much of that Hyuk actually caught.

There wassilence between the two of you as he digested the information and your sobsstarted to subside. You leaned forward, bringing up your knees and using themas a support for your crossed arm, resting your forehead and hiding your puffyface.

“Buttface,”he started, using his nickname for you when you were kids, trying (and failing)to bring a smile to your face. “I know it was hard, but you made the rightdecision. If his heart wasn’t in the relationship and you could tell, you wouldhave become either more clingy or more distant and things between the two ofyou would have deteriorated until there was nothing left but hate.”

You noddedbut didn’t respond; he was right, but that didn’t make the situation any better.

“Does hekeep calling?”

“Yeah.” Yourvoice came out muffled.

“Why? If hewanted out of the relationship, shouldn’t he be relieved that you called itquits?”

“Isuppose.” You didn’t tell him that you had broken up with Jisoo by text with noexplanation whatsoever, trying to be as cold as possible so he wouldn’t try andpersuade you that he was still committed to the relationship. You didn’t thinkyou could take hearing his earnest voice, knowing all he had were goodintentions, oblivious to the pain he was actually causing you.

You heardHyuk move around behind you and felt his arms wrap around you; before you knewit you were being squeezed in a bear hug so tight you were having troublebreathing. His hug was more comforting than anything he could have said and youwere grateful to have a friend who knew not to push you - he knew you wouldtalk when you were ready.

“I’m sorry.”

You didn’treply, knowing he didn’t need one. You stayed wrapped in his embrace, which hehad loosened slightly to give you room to breathe.

After awhile, he tentatively asked, “Wanna watch a movie?”

Youcontemplated it. “Sure.”

“Whatmovie?”

“Avengers?”

You hadseen the movie over and over again, but it was a favourite of both of yours soHyuk agreed. “콜.”  

He grabbedhis laptop which had been sleeping in the corner of the room, on standby incase you guys needed it, and powered it up. He set it down on the floor aftersetting everything up, then leaned back against the couch. You leaned againsthim, head conveniently near his shoulder should you want to rest your head,your usual spot when watching anything together.

Halfwaythrough the movie, Hyuk turned his head and whispered into your ear, “Wannaplay a game?”

You laugheda little at that; he had such a short attention span. It’s a wonder he’d eversat through the whole movie. “Okay. Are you going to choose one?”

“Let’s play‘Say one thing you like about each other until you run out of things to say.’First person who can’t think of something to say loses and has to do one thingthe winner wants them to.”

“Okay.”Hyuk was surprised that you had agreed so easily. “You go first though.”

Usually youwould have laughed at such a suggestion. It sounded like such a corny game andyou weren’t the kind of friends who had to spell everything out for each other- you’d been friends for so long you just knew. That night though, it seemedlike a good idea. You were still feeling vulnerable from earlier and hearingwhat your best friend liked about you could help you feel better; reassure youthat you were worth being loved after your ex falling out of love with you.

Shiftingyour position slightly so that you would be be able to face him while playing,you looked at him expectantly.

Heartbeatspeeding up, Hyuk swallowed - he hoped he didn’t accidentally give away hisfeelings for you - and said firmly, “I like how you’re really caring eventhough you don’t like being obvious about it.”

A smallgrin flashed across your face. People generally thought you were someone whodidn’t care much for anything. The fact that he said that just showed how muchtime you spent with each other.

“I like howyou haven’t changed one bit even after your group became more well known andsuccessful.”

“I like theway you light up when you talk about something you’re excited or passionateabout something.”

“I like theway you tell it like it is and never think to spare my feelings.”

“I like howyou do the same.”

Younarrowed your eyes at him; that was a cop out but you decided to let him slidethis once. “I like how you always know the right thing to do or say to balanceout the mood I’m in.”

“I like howeasy it is to be with you even after months of being apart.”

“I likethat you’re protective of me even though you know I can take care of myself.”

“I like howyou think you can take care of yourself.”

You stuckout your tongue at him and he just smirked in return. “I like how you think Ican’t take care of myself.”

He put uphis hands in defeat. “Okay, okay, I like you…”

Your eyeswidened. What was he saying?

“…rability to take care of yourself.”

“Dumbass.”You smacked him.

“…exceptwhen it comes to boys.”

“Ya!” Youshoved him. “That isn’t true.”

Your facefell a bit, and Hyuk realised how insensitive that had been. About toapologize, he was interrupted when you spoke instead.

“I handledit the right way, right?” you asked quietly. “I should have broken up with him?”

“Definitely.It would have turned into an unhealthy relationship otherwise.” Hyuk was quickto reassure you.

“But whatif it was all in my head? What if he does still want to be with me and I’m justbeing paranoid?”

“You’re notthat type of person. And besides, he would have denied becoming indifferentabout you romantically it if it weren’t true.”

“I didn’ttell him why I broke up with him.”

Hyuk wasstartled at your sudden admission and looked at you quizzically. “Why not?”

“I just… Iwas scared, I guess. I didn’t even call or do it face to face.”

“So you didit… by text?” Hyuk was cringing before you even replied.

“Yeah.”

“You needto tell him. You can’t just leave him hanging - of course he’s going to calland ask for an explanation.”

You sighed.This was why you hadn’t wanted to tell Hyuk about it in the first place; youknew he was going to force you to talk things through with Jisoo.

“Fine, I’llcall him back. But it’s late now, so I’ll do it in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“I thinkI’m gonna go to bed now, okay? I’m kind of wiped.”

“Yeah, ofcourse. I’ll get the room set up while you go change.”

You grabbedyour night bag and headed towards the bathroom, mind toiling over what to sayto Jisoo when you called him back. Hyuk rolled out the mattress, setting up aspace for each of you.

When youcame back from the bathroom, he was lying in bed seemingly already asleep. Yougrinned, thinking how innocent he looked in that state and settled in next tohim. You lay on your side, facing him, and studied his face, thinking how muchhe had changed from the time you first met him all those years ago..

“You know Iwon that game.” You were startled when he murmured without opening his eyes.

“What?” Youturned your head so he wouldn’t see you studying him if he were to open hiseyes. “What do you mean? The game didn’t end!”

“It did,and I was the last person to say something, so I won.”

You debatedarguing the point, but it didn’t seem like that big a deal. You just had to doone thing he asked, and then that was it. “Fine. What do you want me to do?”

“Not now.Later. I want to choose when to use it.”

“Fine.” Youhad been slightly wary that he would want you to prank one of his sleeping bandmembers, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. That being said, whatever he wassaving his command for could be a hundred times worse but there wasn’t much youwouldn’t do. “Goodnight Hyukkie.”

“Goodnight,buttface.”

It didmanage to bring a smile to your face this time. Not much time passed before youwere fast asleep, snoring slightly because of tired state.

Hyuk openedhis eyes when he heard your breathing slow and settle. He studied your sleepingform, smiling to see you at rest, but a hint of melancholy tainted theotherwise content action. He knew he needed to give you time and space to getthings straightened out with Jisoo, and he was apprehensive at the thought thatthe two of you might get back together if it had all just been amisunderstanding - you clearly still loved him and if he hadn’t fallen out oflove with you, he was nice enough to take you back without any hard feelings(that he would show, anyway).

Hyuk wishedhe could just tell you he liked you, like he had earlier, without all theseother factors getting in the way, but he knew he couldn’t. If things worked outbetween you and Jisoo, he resolved that he would try to move on. Get over youwithout you ever knowing his feelings. Otherwise, if it really was a break-up,he was willing to wait - wait for you to heal from the heartache of a dissolvedrelationship.

He would doanything for the girl he realised he had loved almost his entire life.

Hellopeople of Tumblr!

I am so sosorry I have been AWOL since my last update, but things have just been reallyhectic.

I thought I would have time after the bulk of my exams to chillout and do some writing. I was wrong.

My family moved this summer, so a good chunk of my holiday hasbeen filled with packing/cleaning up.

I had a few things to settle (like VISA stuff amongst otherthings) and by the time that was settled it was Eid and a few days after that Istarted my internship.

My internship tires me out even though I do nothing but sit in anoffice all day.I am in my 8th week at the moment and have been able to donothing at home in the evenings.

My access to WiFi has been touch and go because we have beenmoving around, and moving into our new house that currently has no WiFi (andMalaysia’s system is such that there is only one network worth being on andthey currently have no lines free in our area TT)Thankfully, my neighbour is awesome and has shared his WiFipassword with us and so now I have a more stable/constant connection wooo

I managed to slip in a bit of writing here and there while in theoffice (Google Docs isn’t blocked yay) and so that is how I’ve been able toupload this even with all the above factors taken into consideration

Thank youto everyone who has stuck with me through this period of barrenness (but thenagain, you’re all probably used to it by now huh *insert sideways glance +smirk emoji*) and a warm welcome to all new followers! I lub you all <3

Till nexttime~

(P.S. Ifyou want a sequel to this to make it a two-shot, I am totally cool with that.Just send in an ask with “I like bikseu because _____ (insert reason here)” andif the number of these asks reach 10 I will write a sequel ^_^)