Jai

Unbeknownst to Y/N, these two had been at each other’s throats since forever. The idea of tutoring together? Hell no, they’d rather scrub cauldron bottoms in Snape’s dungeon while listening to Jojo Siwa on repeat for eternity. That’s how much they hate each other. But despite their mutual hate for each other, they had one thing in common:

They both liked Y/N L/N.

And that was enough for them to reluctantly say yes.

Big mistake. Huge.

Now, Y/n not only had to deal with her sinking grades but also a splitting headache.

"Please, you barely even survived the last transfiguration quiz,"

Minji sneered, adjusting her Ravenclaw tie as she leaned over Y/N’s Transfiguration textbook, shooting a smug glance at Hanni from her spot on Y/N's right.

The shorter girl, seated to Y/N’s left, rolled her eyes. "I still got a 97, thank you very much."

"And who was the one with a 100?" Minji crossed her arms, a smirk tugging at her lips.

Y/N groaned, pressing her forehead against the wooden table of the Hogwarts library. Madam Pince gave them a warning glare from the counter, but Y/N couldn’t even muster the energy to care. She threw her hands up, whisper yelling. “Guys. Hello?? I got a 67. Can we maybe focus on that?”

Both girls immediately stopped arguing, their attention snapping back to Y/N as if they’d completely forgotten why they were there.

“Right,” Minji said, clearing her throat and pulling Y/N’s textbook closer. “Transfiguration basics. Let’s start with the theory-”

Hanni cut in before Minji could say more. “Actually, practical application is way more helpful. Here—” She pulled out her wand, aiming it at a nearby quill. “Let me show you.”

“Are you dumb? Theory first,” Minji insisted, glaring at Hanni. “She needs to understand the principles before she tries the spell.”

“Hands-on practice works better,” Hanni argued, her voice rising.

There they go again!

Y/N finally snapped, slamming her hands on the table with enough force to make both girls startled.

“Merlin’s beard, I’d rather be stuck with Peeves right now!”

Both girls blinked, guilt flickering across their faces. For a brief moment, the library was silent, save for the rustling of pages and the occasional distant cough.

Hanni cleared her throat, pulling the textbook closer as if to reclaim her composure. “Fine. Theory first.”

Your head’s spinning, but not from learning. No, it’s from enduring the non-stop back-and-forth between your two so-called tutors. Somehow, despite their constant bickering, you’ve managed to slog through a few pages of your Transfiguration textbook. A miracle, honestly.

On your left, Hanni is hyper-focused, her quill flying over parchment as she scribbles notes. On your right, Minji is—wait. She’s doodling tiny frogs in the margins of your notebook.

“Stop ruining her notes,” Hanni snaps, snatching the notebook away with a sharp glare.

Minji looks completely unbothered. “Relax, they’re just frogs. Frogs are cute.”

You let out a tired sigh, dropping your head onto the table. “Can we, I don’t know, focus for five minutes? Please?”

There’s a beat of silence, and then Minji straightens up, putting the quill aside. She glances at you and clears her throat. “Alright. Let’s go over the steps again.”

She shifts her chair closer—closer than necessary—and suddenly she’s leaning over the book. Your breath catches as her face ends up mere inches from yours.

Too close.

This is too close.

“Here, This part's simple” she says, her voice soft now. Her gaze flickers to you, and it’s intense in a way that makes your heart skip a beat. “Just… visualize the transformation.”

You swallow hard, nodding like your brain hasn’t turned to mush. Her words barely register because all you can think about is the way her hair brushes your arm…

or how her lips curve when she speaks.

Or—what the hell?

Why are you noticing these things?

Why can't you stop staring?

“Got it? “ Minji tilted her head, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

Does she know?

Does she know what she’s doing to you?

“Y-yeah, got it yeah.” Your fingers twitch, desperate for something to ground you. The textbook. Yes, focus on the textbook. Not Minji.

Before you could process what just happened, Hanni abruptly stood, the sharp scrape of her chair against the wooden floor snapping your attention back to the room.

“That’s enough theory,” she said, her voice clipped with irritation she wasn’t bothering to hide. Her smile, directed at Minji, was overly sweet, almost mocking, and didn’t even try to reach her eyes. “Practical application, remember?”

Before you could react, she stepped between you and Minji, positioning herself right in the middle. Her movements were deliberate—her hand gripping your chair as she tugged it closer to hers, the legs dragging noisily against the floor. Minji’s chair, on the other hand, was nudged a few inches away with a not-so-accidental shove.

“There,” Hanni said brightly, flashing Minji another insincere smile before turning her full attention to you. “You'll understand it better if I guide you.” She reasoned

Minji rolled her eyes but didn’t protest. Still, you didn’t miss the way her jaw tightened.

Hanni crouched slightly to meet your eye level, her wand already in hand. Without hesitation, she placed her free hand over yours, adjusting your grip on your own wand. The warmth of her touch was unexpected, her fingers steady as they moved against yours, and for a moment, your brain lagged, struggling to keep up with anything other than the closeness.

You hadn’t even realized you were gripping your wand too tightly.

“Relax, dummy.” she said, her voice softer now, the earlier irritation gone. “You’re holding it too tight—loosen your wrist.”

Relax? How were you supposed to relax when she was this close?

You swallowed hard, opting to nod instead of answering, since your voice would absolutely betray you. She shifted closer, her face only inches from yours as she adjusted your grip. The faint scent of vanilla and old books lingered around her, very distracting and impossible to ignore.

“Do you always feel the need to get this close when you're tutoring people?” Minji scoffs her eyes narrowing as they flicker between you and Hanni.

“What’s your problem?” Hanni stilled for a moment, her hand hovering over yours, before snapping her head around to glare at Minji. “It’s easier for her to learn if I’m close.”

“You’re clearly—”

And just like that, the two were at it again, their voices rising in sharp contrast to the library’s quiet atmosphere.

You exhaled deeply, This wasn’t what you’d signed up for—not the bickering, and certainly not the headache growing behind your temples. Finally, you stood up and grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder with more force than necessary.

This was a waste of time.

You didn’t bother looking back as you walked toward the library exit.

Maybe Danielle would be less… messy.

Maybe.

y/n knew this feeling, where wonyoung had stared into her eyes for what was supposed to be one last time, telling her - showing her - that she didn't love her anymore.

the soft whispers of 'it's me, not you', and the dark eyes that seemed to be trained on everything but y/n's. she remembered everything, like a nightmare (because who remembers a good dream over something so detrimentally heartbreaking).

heartbreak.

that's what y/n was feeling.

"y/n?"

despite the loud reprimanding of minjeong behind her, or the bass that seemed to shake her entire being, all y/n could hear was her breath, hushed and quiet like the cries she had heard the day she met jang wonyoung, and the day she met yoo jimin.

jimin was supposed to love her.

the ace stood up, fully clothed except for the lack of the jacket - the one y/n had gifted her for their one hundredth day anniversary - which lay crumpled on the floor. her eyes glazed over with tears, her throat caught in a knot.

any other day, y/n would consider it regret on jimin's face, remorse, or maybe even love.

but she knew, no... jimin knew better than anyone that this wasn't love.

at least, she should've.

"it's not what it looks like." jimin reasoned out, pleading with y/n. behind her, kazuha covered her body, face flushed with alcohol and embarrassment.

minjeong scoffed, a smirk on her face. "it looks like you were eating her out."

jimin's eyes shifted, and it was almost like her irises had been replaced with a void, where nothing but fire and fury burned inside of them.

"fuck you, kim minjeong!" jimin screamed, stomping towards the mentioned girl. "why don't you stay out of our business for once?"

wonyoung knew this scene like the back of her hand, and despite her hatred for yoo jimin, she didn't want to see anyone get hurt.

"what if your underwear stays on for once?"

but unlike lily marrow, or like choi jisu, or any of the situations that had involved a high/drunk yoo jimin or anyone in a similar fashion, kim minjeong was making it difficult to avoid conflict.

"i'm gonna fucking kill you!" jimin grabbed minjeong by the hair, the latter girl gritting her teeth in pain.

wonyoung, although not exactly in the jimin prevention committee (which consisted of haewon who was currently drunk out of her mind, gaeul who was probably getting laid, and yujin who was no where to be found), had dealt with enough incidents of similar fashion to know how to defuse the situation.

the middle blocker stepped in, grabbing jimin's wrist.

jimin's grip only strengthened, her anger being amplified due to wonyoung's presence.

"you're gonna let her hurt me, y/n?" minjeong asked, y/n unresponsive and face blank. minjeong's eyebrows furrowed. "i showed you how much of a piece of shit she is, and you're gonna let her hurt me?"

"you... showed her?"

jimin looked at y/n, and it felt as if she was back in yeji's grasp, staring at herself in the mirror wondering why she wasn't good enough. why she was never good enough.

y/n had seen everything, and it was all kim minjeong's fault.

jimin raised her fist. all she felt was anger, like a red filter had somehow covered her thoughts, and sent her into a fury-filled haze. never in her life had she wanted to hurt someone as badly as herself, yet in front of her was minjeong, who was proving her wrong.

wonyoung grabbed her fist, holding it in place with all the strength she could muster.

the middle blocker looked at y/n, watching as her mind raced with nothing and everything, trying to both process and block the situation in its entirety.

it was familiar, and familiarity was a disease that plagued almost everyone in the room.

"stay out of this, wonyoung." jimin said lowly.

wonyoung never liked minjeong, but that didn't mean she wanted her to get hurt (and she knew that y/n would tear into herself if her best friend came out blooded and bruised).

"we have a game against KU next week." wonyoung reasoned out, making jimin falter. "if you hit her, you'll be suspended for the game, maybe longer."

the ace clenched her jaw. she hated that wonyoung was right, and hated the minjeong managed to end up unscathed.

jimin's hand dropped, and she roughly shoved her hand off minjeong. wonyoung gladly let go of jimin as well, and the three girl's turned their attention to y/n.

kazuha had been watching the three argue as she had gotten dressed. though their presence seemed to encapsulate the room, it was y/n's that seemed to overtake her field of view.

the girl seemed so small next to the three, head low and eyes shiny, as if she was trying not to break that exact moment.

kazuha wondered is she could face yunjin after everything she had done.

"baby..." fear ran through jimin's body. "baby, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to."

wonyoung watched silently, and for a moment, y/n's eyes met hers.

it was familiar, the look, and wonyoung couldn't shake the feeling of dread that surrounded her. still, no matter how horrible the situation was, she wasn't going to get involved unless y/n told her to.

she wasn't going to ruin y/n's chance at happiness, she just hoped she would break up with jimin for someone better (wonyoung wished it was her, but it wasn't. she knew that deep down).

"you're really gonna believe her?" minjeong interrupted, seemingly getting angrier by the second.

"i love you." y/n had never heard jimin more sincere in her life, but she didn't know what to believe anymore. "please believe me. baby, please."

y/n met jimin's eyes, and she saw nothing.

"who are you calling baby?" she stared at jimin, eyes glazed over in disgust as her lips quivered. "we aren't together anymore."

for a moment, jimin felt like she couldn't breath.

this was all wrong. it wasn't supposed to be like this. jimin knew she had messed up, but it wasn't her fault. it couldn't be, especially after everything.

she couldn't lose the one good thing in her life. not again.

"i'm sorry. please." jimin could feel familiarity rising in her chest, her sobbing now becoming pathetic wailing. she gripped onto wonyoung's arm, trying not to fall over. the copious amount of weed and alcohol was starting to get to her. "i'll be better. i'll do anything."

jimin could feel vomit rising in her chest, and she covered her mouth, turning to the closest thing she could find.

yena was sure to owe another fifteen thousand usd in damages.

y/n could feel her fingers twitch toward jimin, and it took everything in her to not run to the girl's side. her insides were screaming to protect her, to hold her, and to tell her that everything was going okay.

how could she do that when she wasn't okay herself? when the person that hurt her was the person she was trying to save?

when was someone gonna save her?

she looked over to wonyoung, her eyes laced in worry as jimin spewed her insides out into an expensive vase that looked european.

y/n wondered when wonyoung was gonna save her, if the taller girl even wanted to save her.

the middle blocker looked at her with worry, and with all the love she could muster in her beautiful, dark, doe-like eyes that told y/n that she was safe. that she was loved.

y/n knew she was delusional, but it seemed to amplify whenever she was near her ex-girlfriend.

she looked once more at jimin, and an ugly emptiness settled in her chest.

"can you take me home?" y/n whispered, her irises shifting to wonyoung.

wonyoung, who kept her safe. wonyoung, who she would listen to, who would listen to her. wonyoung, who loved her before, who she wished still loved her.

her wonyoung.

why couldn't jimin just be like wonyoung?

"are you fucking serious, y/n?" minjeong yelled so loud that her voice could be heard over the music. wonyoung frowned, not only at the yelling, but the footsteps that seemed to be coming up the stairs. "how many times do i have to remind you that she's your ex?"

wonyoung felt a hand on her shoulder, and she turned around to see alex baek and huh yunjin.

the volleyball player looked over to kazuha, marks on her neck on full display.

"what the fuck is going on here?" alex asked, looking over to jimin who seemed to be sporting the same marks as kazuha.

oh.

"kazuha?"

alex looked at yunjin, and her face morphed into something akin to one she had seen before at parties like this. the only difference was it was directed at jimin, and jimin never got caught.

the former defensive specialist looked over to jimin's girlfriend, and everything clicked. a sense of familiarity surrounded the room, as if she was relieving last year all over again.

yunjin launched herself at the girl, the former volleyball player holding her back but to no avail.

all she saw was red, and although her arms were held tightly by alex, she still had her feet. yunjin was gonna hurt jimin no matter what it took.

y/n looked over, kazuha joining alex as yunjin kicked the ace in the stomach.

y/n tried to rush over to the other girl, wonyoung hesitant, not wanting y/n to get hurt in the process. before the taller girl could stop her, minjeong grabbed her arm, now bruised from the girl's roughness from earlier.

"is your brain fucking broken?" y/n winced. minjeong's hold was like a vice grip.

wonyoung pushed minjeong back, shoving the girl harder than intended. she looked at y/n's arm, a red hand print wrapped around her wrist.

"are you okay?"

"wonnie," y/n spoke, her voice foreign to her. "jimin-"

"this is your fault!" minjeong yelled, eyes red as she pointed to wonyoung. wonyoung already knew deep down, she didn't need to be reminded. "if it weren't for you, none of this would've happened. everything would've been different."

wonyoung clenched her teeth, trying to shake off minjeong's words, trying to bite back the 'i know's and the 'i'm sorry's.

meanwhile, y/n rushed over to jimin as yunjin gave the ace one last kick to the side, mustering all the power that she could before she was pulled away by the other girl's.

y/n moved her hair from her face, examining jimin's tear-stained cheeks. there was something so angelic about the girl, even if everything jimin had done was akin to the devil himself.

"baby, please." jimin begged, her next words almost like her own proverb. "can you stay?"

y/n looked at wonyoung.

silently, she stood up, yunjin screaming and crying in the background as minjeong fumed silently. below y/n, jimin couldn't help but smirk at the shorter girl.

"wonyoung," y/n whispered. "can we go now?"

("yunjin, you need to calm down!"

"i'm gonna kill her!")

wonyoung? jimin could feel her head throbbing, maybe out of anger, maybe out of pain, but all she wanted to do was stand up and keep y/n here and away from wonyoung.

"if you leave with her, i swear to god." minjeong's voice was angry, and it held a disappointment that y/n had felt many times before.

"unnie..."

"i'm doing this to protect you!" minjeong screamed, her voice starting to get hoarse. "why don't you understand that? what did jimin do to you?"

wonyoung ushered y/n to go, guiding her gently into the hallway and out of minjeong's sight.

behind her, she could hear minjeong's cries, her words reverberating through her skull as she walked with wonyoung behind her, closing the door shut.

"you're leaving with her?" minjeong was muffled through the wooden door. "are you fucking kidding me, y/n?"

y/n wanted to stop, beg minjeong to forgive her just this once, but it part of her wondered if the older girl could even be reasoned with at this state.

the pair made it downstairs, a sea of people watching them in curiosity as y/n rubbed her wrist lightly. gently, wonyoung placed a hand on her midback, smiling down at her.

for a moment, everything was still.

upstairs, jimin sat on the bed, holding her side as she smugged. although ridden with anguish and rage - at herself, minjeong, and wonyoung - the girl couldn't help but laugh at yunjin pathetically struggling to fight her.

it was comedic, and jimin was enjoying the show.

"yunjin. go downstairs." alex shoved her out of the room, her eyes looking over to the ballerina beside her. "kazuha-ssi, please go with her."

looking at jimin as the girl left, alex spoke. "jimin... just, just stay here."

alex looked at the tearful minjeong, muttering curses about wonyoung and jimin under her breath, before going down to follow the two downstairs.

she left the door open, just incase jimin decided to start another fight.

wonyoung had found yujin in the basement, sitting in front of a room with only a beer bottle to nurse her back to sanity.

yujin wondered how much more she could take of this, but if it involved gaeul, then she would gladly do it for the rest of eternity.

"yujin-unnie." yujin looked up, giving a tired smile to her younger teammate. "can i borrow your keys?"

the older girl nodded, fishing her pocket for the keys to her black bmw i5. she handed it to wonyoung, her arms heavy with exhaustion.

wonyoung could feel her worry start to bubble up inside of her.

glancing up for a moment, she looked back down. "are you okay?"

"huh?" yujin closed her eyes slowly, the alcohol making her sorrow increase tenfold. "yeah, why?"

wonyoung bit her lip, the muffled moans from the room becoming more increasing. "where's gaeul-unnie?"

yujin opened one eye, and that told the middle blocker everything she needed to know.

"yeah..." yujin smile seemed sardonic, as if she was mocking herself for getting into a situation like this.

wonyoung looked at the girl in front of her, then to y/n, then back to yujin.

"do you want to come back with us?"

yujin looked at her for a moment.

"no." the captain shrugged, playing with the rim of her beer bottle. "i'm okay."

yujin wasn't okay, and she didn't know if that was going to end any time soon.

"unnie..."

"i'll be fine." wonyoung didn't believe her, and neither did yujin. "i need to make sure gaeul's safe. i'll see you later?"

wonyoung looked at yujin, sighing.

"okay."

yujin was never going to be okay.

the car ride to wonyoung's dorm was quiet, only the soft sniffling in the passenger's seat could be heard as the wind blew into the car, back windows rolled down slightly.

wonyoung had dealt with a drunk y/n before, she knew how nauseous the older girl got.

but there were no signs of y/n feeling that way, only the subtle movements of her wiping her cheeks, and the way that the car door seemed to have stray droplets of water on it (wonyoung was sure that yujin wouldn't mind, considering the captain had spilled a gallon of milk in the back at one point).

the two arrived twenty-three minutes later, and wonyoung pulled the car door open for the girl, guiding her to puke in the bushes before they made their way upstairs.

the entire place was empty, even the ra had gone to the uchinaga mansion. it was only them two, just like it was before.

it was an eerie feeling, like deja vu.

wonyoung opened her door, letting y/n sit comfortably before she turned on the ac. it blasted y/n's eyes dry, and any other time, y/n would've hated it. not this time, not when her eyes seemed to flow continously.

she was glad for the pain this time.

the taller girl sat beside her, though far enough to make it seem like a thousand miles away. wonyoung had decided y/n needed the space, to process everything.

y/n wanted anything but.

wonyoung looked at her. she was supposed to feel estatic, that the girl had broken up with yoo jimin, that wonyoung finally had a chance to get back with her. she was supposed to feel triumph.

she watched as y/n wiped her cheeks again, trying to get rid of a stray tear, and all wonyoung could feel was the burden of selfishness.

the taller girl played with her fingers.

"do you want to talk?"

y/n shook her head. "no."

wonyoung looked at her for a moment, noticing that y/n was rubbing the top of her knuckles again. quietly, she went to her desk, grabbing a spare blanket that laid upon her chair.

she wrapped it around y/n's shoulders.

"i'm sad." y/n muttered, feeling wonyoung's arms leave her shoulders.

wonyoung wanted to reach out, but not right now. not when y/n was hurting.

"i know." she said simply, cutting the conversation short.

she couldn't do this. wonyoung could have everything she's ever dreamed of, but not like this. she never wanted it to be like this. she just wanted it simple, she wanted it sweet.

she wanted to love y/n, the way that a person should love another.

y/n looked at her, wonyoung's eyes followed the sway of the curtains, the blinking of the fire alarm, and everything else imaginable. everything but her, just like then.

wonyoung looked everywhere but at her.

"did you ever love me?"

wonyoung looked at her, trying to understand why y/n had asked such a stupid question.

"i did." wonyoung smiled, her heart bursting at the thought of the girl beside her. "i loved you so much that i was scared of hurting you."

y/n went silent, and wonyoung wondered if she had seen right through the volleyball player.

"why did you hurt me then?"

wonyoung faced the girl, her eyes gleaming under the dimly lit room. it was like wonyoung couldn't breathe, like the first time she had messed up at practice, or the last time she had argued with her mom.

her biggest fears had come true.

"i hurt you?"

wonyoung watched as y/n smiled, wrapping herself in the middle blocker's scent. "you hurt me more than jimin had ever hurt me."

oh.

"i'm sorry." wonyoung wanted to hide in her closet back home, where the sounds of screaming and fighting were muffled, and where she'd stay until the light seeped through the cracks of the door. "i didn't know."

y/n shrugged, shivering under the blowing air. it was silent, and wonyoung hated it, the heavy atmosphere making way for all the worries that the co-captain seemed to carry with her.

y/n scanned her ex-girlfriend's features, and came to the realization that the ac wasn't enough to stop her tears this time.

"wonyoung?" y/n loved the feeling of her name on her tongue.

wonyoung hummed, head lost in her own forest of guilt.

"can you kiss me?"

wonyoung's heart leaped from her chest and into her throat, nearly choking the girl. part of her was worried that her delusions were starting to manifest into something more worrisome, but y/n stared at her, and that was enough to know it was real.

"i, i can't." wonyoung shook her head, tears falling down y/n's face. "you're drunk."

she needed wonyoung. "please."

"y/n." but wonyoung didn't know that. "you're drunk."

being drunk meant lowering her guard, and that meant there was a chance of wonyoung finally seeing her, of trying to understand her and how she truly felt.

y/n would always be jang wonyoung's, even if neither knew it.

"i know." y/n whispered, getting closer and closer to wonyoung.

this was exactly what wonyoung wanted, but not like this. she wanted every part of y/n, sober and awake, breathing and smiling.

"you're not gonna remember this." wonyoung murmured back. she could feel the older girl's breath against her face. the soft hints of mint and liquor filled up her senses.

everything was almost the same. everything was almost perfect.

"i know."

y/n deserved everything that wonyoung could offer, and if this was something wonyoung could do for her, she would provide, even if there was a sinking in her chest.

"okay."

y/n closed her eyes, feeling familiarity surround her. the taste of cherry - of memories - clouded her senses, and it was almost as if she could reach wonyoung again, like their story didn't end the way it ended.

familiarity was a disease, and it killed l/n y/n from the inside and out.

wonyoung pulled away upon feeling a dampness that fell upon her cheeks. it wasn't hers. she promised herself that she would never cry in front of y/n again, meaning...

"please don't cry." wonyoung felt heavy, like yujin who sat alone, waiting for a sign of hope. "i'm sorry."

y/n could feel wonyoung wipe her tears away, and a wave of nostalgia - of pain, suffering, happiness, and love - overtook her. she was scared that it felt right, and that she could never have it again.

wonyoung loved her.

"you taste like her." y/n sobbed, piercing wonyoung's heart.

right, wonyoung thought, her mind raced with thoughts of giving her delusions up. she loves jimin, even after everything.

wonyoung bit her tongue.

"jimin?"

she watched as y/n shook her head.

"wonyoung."

oh.

"you taste like wonyoung." y/n wanted to pull her throat out. she wanted to stop crying, to get rid of the lump that suffocated her. "i miss wonyoung."

it echoed in wonyoung, like a speaker at the end of a tournement, or the microphone at an award show, rough and loud, and full of dread.

i miss wonyoung.

"i'm sorry."

y/n cried harder, covering herself with the blanket. she wanted to hide. she wanted to feel safe, to pretend everything was okay until it was. she wanted to be protected from her feelings, to forget.

she wanted jimin.

wonyoung watched the girl, not sure what to do anymore. she stared and stared and stared, frozen, a part of her torn on what to do.

it was her fault. it had always been her fault.

jang wonyoung had always hated herself.

y/n's cries eventually faded into hiccups, her head wrapped nicely under the blanket that smelt like her ex-girlfriend. her eyes were swollen, and her cheeks red.

wonyoung stood up, grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to the girl who yawned loudly.

the taller girl bit back a smile, her heart still fluttering despite her self-hatred.

"i don't know when jiwonnie's coming back, so you can just sleep on my bed." wonyoung said softly, like she was afraid to shatter the girl.

y/n looked at her, pleading, begging.

wonyoung could feel a lump in her throat.

"i don't wanna be alone." y/n said.

"y/n." wonyoung tried to reason. "you're drunk."

y/n wasn't going to remember this, and wonyoung wondered if that would break her or heal her (she knew what the answer was).

"just stay with me." y/n pleaded, her eyes closing as her head fell against the cushions. "just for a little bit."

y/n could pretend everything was fine after this, but she just wanted to let her guard down. just this once, just this fleeting moment.

"okay." wonyoung was selfish, but she would tear herself a new heart if it meant a smile to y/n. "whatever you want."

carefully, wonyoung slid into the bed, listening as the world faded away, y/n cooped up in her arms.

she knew this feeling, where she held y/n close at night, seemingly forever as the two the breathed the same breath, smiled the same smile, and loved the same love.

the soft whispers, planning the future together, and their dark eyes that seemed to find each other's despite the pitch black night. she remembered everything, like a dream, because who remembers a nightmare over something so detrimentally heartbreaking.

heartbreak.

that's what wonyoung was feeling.

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