JAEHYUN 명재현

he knew he should have just stayed home, it was a mistake to let himself be persuaded by sungho. and he only has himself to blame as he downs another drink, watching as you giggle another quiet whisper into another man's ear

we all know jaehyun wears his heart on his sleeve, his emotions raw, so evident. all this time, the pain, a dull ache he's been trying to push down comes back up.

he's angry? and sad, tired, and jealous. he feels his heart shatter, gripping desperately to pick up and glue the pieces back together. and he finds himself crying in his arms, his other hand gripped against the empty glass of alcohol.

he wants to hate you. he really does, he wants to hate you for moving on so quickly. hate you for the way you walked out so easily, the way you smile while he's still suffering and himself for losing you, himself for letting you go.

and he peeks at you for a bit. would you still laugh with him the way you laugh at them? would you still smile at him the way you smile at them?

but what really breaks him, what tears him apart, is that he sees you're looking at them the same way you used to look at him.

SUNGHO 박성호

it happens on a sunny morning where sungho starts his day as normal; makes his bed, washes his face, brushes his teeth, takes a shower and goes into the kitchen to make his breakfast 

except there are two plates, two meals, two glasses of water but only one person at the table. it was a habit, an old one. sungho laughs at himself — a horrible, empty sound — and tears sting his eyes as he looks down at the food. 

he thinks he looks stupid. dumb even, the table is set for two but he’s the only one eating. and it hits him, again and again, that you’re no longer with him.

the break up itself is a blur – all he remembers is the feeling, really. the defensiveness that swelled up and burst from inside his chest, the way he said some things he’d meant and other things he didn’t. 

and sungho swallows hard. a sad smile drawing itself on his lips before he eats a bite. the house, it feels — he feels so empty without you. 

there’s a shaky sigh that leaves his lips, as he downs his drink. it breaks him that he won’t have it anymore, he won’t have you anymore. 

RIWOO 이상혁  

it's when he listens to the playlist you made together; all the songs he liked best now reminded him of you, each lyric and sound had a little bit of you that made him break. 

he knows it’s not healthy, he knows it’s not right and that he should just let go. but sanghyeok has the tiniest sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe you’ll come back to him. 

and hits back his head rested against the top of the chair. he chokes up a silent cry, trying to distract himself from anything and everything. his nail presses deep into his finger, maybe it’s just a dream. just a dream, right?

he angrily wipes away his tears threatening to fall down. no hugs. no kisses. no sound of you softly humming to the music while you dance with him in the living room. 

and it’s all his fault. would things have changed if he had just listened to you? would you still be together? 

it’s quiet. and the room is empty. he feels empty. sanghyeok’s his fingers glide to the volume button. and now as the playlist shuffles and another song plays, the same songs that you dedicated to each other horribly reminds him that you’re never, ever coming back.

TAESAN 한동민

it hits him when he's met with your voicemail. his hair disheveled, still in pajamas, phone pressed to his ear. dongmin practically jumped out of bed at the exciting news he got.

and before he knows it, he's clicked your contact, a grin painted across his face. it became a habit when he hears good news that makes him so excited -- his first instinct is to call you and tell you about it, but the phone rings, and rings, and rings

then it hits, finally it comes to him that the two of you aren’t together anymore and his smile disappears, and tears start forming in his eyes, and his lips start to quiver and it's too late, he hears your voice mail and oh god, he doesn't know how long it's been since he's heard your voice

dongmin didn't mean to say all those things, he didn't mean to say it was over between you two. he's quick to wipe his tears, but they keep coming and soon enough he's crying into the phone.

it's becoming all too familiar, how long has he seen you? when was the last time he held you? he feels like he might just break down right then. dongmin hopes you'll listen to the voicemail and call him, just once.

LEEHAN 김동현

it’s when he finds a note from you, tucked away in his jacket pocket. it didn’t say much, just a slight reminder to take care of himself and be safe, with a small heart and your name, scrawled onto it. it’s a bit crumpled and faded but he can recognise the small my love, written next to his name.

the weakened adhesive is already starting to peel off, softly, slowly and donghyun swallows hard. he finally lets out a dry laugh, knowing he won’t be able to take good care of himself even as you wanted.

and his fingers brush across the paper ever so lightly, tears stinging his eyes, biting back a cry. 

but he fails, he fails like he had failed you and feels an actual ache in his heart as he thinks about the smile on your face you had, while you were writing the small note.

it’s blurry, he can’t see the note but he holds it so preciously in his hands. he can’t take care of himself, not when you took a part of him with you.

WOONHAK 김운학

it's when he's curled up under his blanket, late at night, looking through your social media

he just wants to see if you're doing okay, is what he tells himself. what he keeps telling himself.

and when he looks at your Instagram feed and sees that his pictures and your couple photos are no longer there -- it's the realization that it's really over; traces of him erased from your social media and your life.

knuckles white gripping the blanket, sobs start to leave his lips. and he tries to hide it, but his screen starts to become blurry and tears start staining his cheeks.

and woonhak curls himself further, going back to his own feed to see what you guys once were, crying a string of sorry's, before shakily pressing the 'delete' button on all of them.

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dear diary, kim woonhak short fic

donghyun knows he has you wrapped around his pretty little fingers.

a simple touch from him makes you melt and he just loves that. so when he finds you making breakfast instead of staying in bed with him, he knows exactly how to get your attention.

arms sliding around your waist, chest pressing to your back. you feel the weight of his head when he leans it on your shoulder, his hair tickling your cheek.  " you have to take care of me," he exhales slowly, smiling into your neck.

" once i'm done," a large thud from the cutting board. " i wanna kiss you," he whispers into your ear, his breath warm and hot, tickles.  you can't help but giggle at the feeling. you try to do it gently this time, cutting up the fruits.

but his head on your shoulder makes it difficult to move your hands freely but you try not to pay too much attention.

he bends down every time you do, and his hands find their way to your stomach, sliding under the shirt, and rubbing circles on your skin. " hurry up," donghyun says.

and it makes you impatient and annoyed, the way he's touching you, you need to finish this, wanting to hug him, to finally kiss him, but-

his lips on your neck. it makes you roll your eyes, gripping the knife harder. you aren't surprised, you saw it coming a long time ago. And still, it gets you every freaking time.  his touch is lingering, it stings and wet and warm. your breath caught in your throat. donghyun's lips on your neck. slow and soft and loving they trace your skin gently, non-stop.

he knows what he does to you. your soft pleas don't stop him. he doesn't hear you, his lips trailing your collarbone.  his hands slide up your back, pushing back the collar of your shirt leaving a few kisses on your bare shoulders and that's the moment when he reaches the peak of your patience

" stop it," you drop the knife against the cutting board,  a frustrated sigh leaving your list. still, it only makes him smile like when you finally turn in his arms to face him. your eyes shining with annoyance and love. " what are you doing? im trying to-"

donghyun dips his head again, a kiss to your jawline. he holds your head in place, the other ghosting against your body. and you try. you try to whisper but you fall into his trap. his lips meet yours and you’ve melted into puddles. eyes fluttering close you’ve lost, and he smiles, nearly knocking your head back when you finally succumb to his lips.

he hoists you up against the counter, as you yelp at the sudden change of environment. "it worked," his eyes shine too brightly, when he smiles, a toothy grin displayed just for you. " you can't resist me," his head shifts to the side, caressing your bare thighs before hugging your waist, head at your chest now.

and he's right. of course, he's right. you can't resist the kim donghyun. "coming?" you laugh, running your hands through his hair. 

" do I even have a choice?"

© dogsd2y, 2023.