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✷ when your bf is just not over her

day 8 of melodies to memories ― jungwon︲f reader︲angst︲614

you always knew jungwon had a messy break up with his ex. 

you were there for him as a friend, there as the shoulder for him to cry on. there for the nights where he’d cry saying he missed her. 

“it’s like… i don’t know how to stop thinking about her,” he’d confessed once, his voice barely above a whisper. “like, even after everything she put me through, a part of me still wants her back.”

you listened, your chest aching with every word. because how could you tell him that you hated seeing him like this? how could you tell him that every time he looked at you with those tear-streaked eyes, you wished he could see that someone else was willing to give him all the love he deserved—without the heartbreak?

and every single day, you wanted to yell and just tell him that you were ready to give him everything he’d need. 

but you stayed silent, pushing your own feelings aside. it wasn’t about you. it was about him.

you were there when he decided to block her number, trembling as he pressed the button. you were there when he deleted all their pictures from his phone, one by one, hesitating on the ones where he looked the happiest.

but then came the moment you hadn’t prepared for—the moment he realized he could move on.

“i think… i think i’m ready to try again,” he said one evening, a shy smile playing on his lips.

it was like a dream for you, finally getting to be there for your best friend, and more than just being a best friend to him.

when jungwon had asked if you wanted to try, if you wanted to see where things could go between you two, you’d barely hesitated.

he’d call you ‘honey’, come back with a smile on his face, it’s like he was finally back to being a boyfriend. your boyfriend now.

at least that’s what it should’ve been like.

then there were the slips.

“you remind me of—” he’d stop himself, clearing his throat. you didn’t need him to finish the sentence.

while one day, cleaning out the boxes of his closet, deciding to do him a favor, you still found framed photos of her. 

it became harder to ignore the truth: no matter how much he smiled at you, no matter how many times he called you his, you weren’t her.

“is something wrong?” he’d asked one night, his voice soft as you sat in silence on his couch.

you shook your head. “no. just tired.”

but you weren’t tired. you were breaking. because being with him felt like chasing a high you couldn’t quite reach—a high he’d already had with someone else. 

sometimes, when he held you close on the couch, you’d catch the way his gaze drifted, like he wasn’t really looking at you. and when you stared into his eyes, all you could see was her. 

and that was when you realized: no matter how much you loved jungwon, no matter how much you wanted to believe you could be enough, you weren’t.

and as much as you wanted to hold onto him, to believe that he’d find a way to love you the way you loved him, you couldn’t shake the thought that you were chasing the same high he’d already felt.

you couldn’t help but wonder whenever you got all dressed up just for him, if he’d ever just light up the same way he did with her.

you couldn’t help but wonder if you were just his forever, temporarily.

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a/n: unhappy day 8 of melodies to memories! back to angst cause that's what I fw 🔥 short one today since sunghoon's bday fic came out, but this one is loosely (cap) based off of a tiktok of what SHOULDVE been a song (link). ugh its so good. all likes, comments, and reblogs appreciated <3

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