#ftsuhee

                                   what are you waiting for, a kiss or an apology?                                   you think by now you’d have an A in toxicology                                                                                       @ftsuhee​

the last time junho had seen suhee was, well, junho can’t remember — most of his memories with her consisted of the latter days of their relationship; the ones that called for more disagreements and divides than healthy communication or discussion. the two of them were water and oil personified, the two of them struggling to mix no matter how hard they tried. they were complex in their own ways, suhee and her family and junho and his broken inner compass that led him astray, off to a foreign land with neon lights and slot machines that painted them black and white. 

while they were together it felt too short, once they parted ways, it felt too long. it was a tumultuous barely-half year that left them with hands of heavy baggage and discovery. in that time junho had come to learn about how suhee had built a mental and emotional barrier around herself that made it so, so difficult to get in. 

it didn’t make their break up any easier, either.

junho knew her time would come sooner than later. he didn’t know, however, that her company would debut her with such specific timing that it fell into step with lotte’s halloween concert and adding melody to their starting lineup, even before his own group. there was no time to see her perform on stage, but he could hear suhee’s voice from the speakers, all too familiar for ears that hadn’t heard from her in some time.

he’s seated in the waiting room when suddenly, the door opens and her group is ushered in. it’s only for a few moments, a coordinator lets them know, until the other band is finished; it’s too much time, junho thinks immediately the moment he locks gazes with suhee — this probably won’t turn out well. at all.