#yeonjunxreader

In romantic movies or novels, even some people who won a lottery getting a great luck on their love life, it’s romantic, heart fluttering as the love of your life stood in front of your house, you getting a clear sight of them as they recited a prose that could sweep you off your feet. No, that’s not happening to you, not with Yeonjun. You were hoping that the neighbours, or even greater, your house mates would come out of the house and shout at him to just scram. Though weirdly none of them came out to shoo Yeonjun off as he’s really careful of the noise he’s making. Yeonjun has been crying, throwing small pebbles to your bedroom window and every once in a while calling for your name. He looks so ugly when he’s crying. To be exact; when he’s crying desperately.

Why would he try so hard on winning you back when he’s the one who should take the blame at the first place? It doesn’t make sense.

Yeonjun had been working his ass off lately on his studies, scheduled to graduate next year, of course he wouldn’t want to repeat any classes and just get away from campus as fast as he can. Plus the fact that his major wasn’t an easy A type of major, he had to divide his focus. You on the other hand, were super cooperative and understanding with this. Coming over when he had asked for mental support, or just staying on phone calls while he does a (probably) book long worth of essay. You love him dearly, and of course you wanted to respect his boundaries as well, therefore understanding as much as you can if he needs time to rest, or a space to do a speed run of his assignments.

Then it had been less frequent for Yeonjun to ask you to come over. Hectic month, or that’s what you thought about at least. Yeonjun studies engineering and you frankly don’t understand any bit of it, what he learns about, what project does he usually do, but you knew well that he and his group is going to submit something on a scientific conference, and of course, hectic schedule turns even more hectic. Then you just knew the conference ended, and Yeonjun had some time to stretch out his muscles by now. You then had a great idea, coming over without noticing Yeonjun and helped him ease any tensions and stresses left as you could. You would usually contact Taehyun, his housemate regarding giving him surprises, but Taehyun unfortunately wouldn’t be around in a semester or so as he participated on a student exchange programme and wouldn’t be back in a few months, therefore you had to make a move on your own.

The porch lights were off upon arriving to the house that Yeonjun shared with Taehyun and two other guys who you don’t know, so does Yeonjun’s room on the second floor. Though the lights from the living room looks visible, you could guess Yeonjun’s probably chilling downstairs. Opening the front door as quiet as possible, the house was pitch dark, having a lack of lighting but from the small lamp from the living room. You could hear something, a rather disgusting sound, but you and Yeonjun do it lots of times anyways. Thinking it was someone else on the couch, you decided to take a peek before going upstairs straight to Yeonjun’s room, but what a surprise to you. Your eyes widened in disbelief; your heart dropped.

What a surprise. Yeonjun sitting down on the couch, with a girl straddling on him as they made out, actively, passionately. You knew the girl; her name is probably Jinsol. One of the so-called hottest girls on campus and the guys said, if you’re friends or maybe have any relationship with Jinsol, you’re the luckiest person on earth. You’re not gonna deny that Jinsol is hot, but can’t Yeonjun get a hold of himself? He’s got a girlfriend of a year and a half here.

The more you watch, the more you got disgusted, betrayed, and crushed of course. Decided to put an end to the activity and to turn on the living room lights.

“What a whole show.” You said, trying to sound as relaxed as possible despite wanting to scream and shake, and throw hands on both Yeonjun and Jinsol.

It went sort of a riot, the Jinsol girl immediately went off Yeonjun’s lap as Yeonjun pushed her, looking at you with the most panicked expression he has ever pulled out, and the palest shade of his skin his face he had ever had.

“(name)? S-since when were you here?” Yeonjun blurted out, of course with a panicked tone too. He looks so stupid. You heaved out a sigh, opening your bag and took out Yeonjun’s charger you had borrowed a few days earlier. Not planning to return his charger today actually, but you wouldn’t want to see his face anymore.

“Right long enough to enjoy the whole show.” You said flatly, looking at him and then to Jinsol who was not as less frightened than Yeonjun was. You flashed out a bitter smile, hugging yourself before walking towards the door. Yeonjun practically jumped from the couch, hurriedly making his way towards you, quite clumsily as well judging by how he tripped twice.

“Stay, please.” Yeonjun breathily said. Pushing the door close after you just got the chance to turn the doorknob. You looked up at him, his expression told you enough that he’s about to cry.

“P-please, stay… I’m sorry.” sobbed Yeonjun. His voice shaking as he fell to his knees, tugging to your arm, not taking his eyes off you from down there. Again, with a bitter smile, you pulled your arms away.

“You’re only sorry you got caught.” You replied at him, proceeding to open the door once more and walk outside the door. Hurtful enough to know the fact that Yeonjun didn’t even try to chase after you. You were too overwhelmed with shock and disbelief to not think about anything but the betrayal act that Yeonjun had just committed, as you walked home. All you want was to be a supportive and proud partner, showing him up with a surprise after the project that basically ripped his attention off you for a few months, and this is what you get in return; him basically eating that girl’s face the first thing you see. Nevertheless, you appreciated yourself for being able to hold your outburst while breaking up with Yeonjun, and now it’s paid off once you went back inside of your room. You cried your brain and heart out.

Lucky neither of your house mate saw your return, or else they would see you coming to your room crying, bombard you with questions, and probably hunt Yeonjun down if Yeonjun’s name accidentally slipped out of your tongue. Though they don’t know Yeonjun fully, your housemates do like him when you introduced Yeonjun to them, but given the fact that you lived under the same roof with them and shared lots of things together as well as time together, surely a family bond had formed between you and your housemates. It surely would sound impossible if they let this slide away.

“(name), please… I just need to talk to you.” You could hear Yeonjun’s voice again in despair, now with a louder voice as another sound of pebble thrown to your window. You rolled your eyes in annoyance before giving up, swinging your feet down from the window seat before walking out of your room and downstairs. You should just tell him to leave, or else he’ll raise his voice time by time, and eventually wake up the whole neighborhood. With the slowest noise possible did you tried opening the front door, preventing any probability for any of your housemates to hear. Yeonjun noticed that you finally gave up, then wasted no time dashing to you and embraced you in his hug. It’s strange; usually it was warm and full of love. Now all you can feel is only betrayal and anger in his embrace, then you push him away almost immediately. Yeonjun looked at you in despair once more while you were pushing him away.

“Go home, it’s 2 A.M.” You slowly said, trying to keep your voice down knowing it’s this late and also showing Yeonjun you had no interest on seeing him in this hour, and perhaps never again. Yeonjun had his eyes glued to the floor, gritting his teeth as he reached for your hand.

“I just… need to explain.” Said Yeonjun, cracking out slightly on his tone. His thumb brushing the back of your hand, while you heaved out a sigh. Actually, no matter how hard Yeonjun tried fighting for his, it’s unmendable. Though you’d like to hear him try, and what stupid excuse would be said to justify his actions earlier.

Yeonjun bit his lips, eye wandering here and there. Clearly showing he hasn’t thought about any explanation he would like to say. He merely said that he wanted to explain, so that you can just stay and not leave him back and get inside. You waited for him to talk, clicking your tongue upon realizing not a single thing seemed to come to his mind.

“Look, if you don’t have something to say—"

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“I love you.”

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Yeonjun stated, sobbing again. His grip slightly tightened to your hand. His sobs and sniffs filling the emptiness of this hour, as he looked down to his shoes, letting the teardrops escaped from his eyes, streamed down his cheeks to his chin, then to the ground. Seeing someone cry, moreover someone you love, is indeed heart breaking, as you can’t help yourself but to tear up too. You despise the fact that you can still cry for him, “I love you, you’re the only one.”

Once those words came out of his mouth, you can’t help but scoff; real sharp. Yeonjun raised his gaze, locking an eye contact with you. How funny. You remembered the first time your eyes locked with Yeonjun was the reason the both of you started talking. It used to be heart fluttering, beautiful, warming whenever those brown orbs stared to yours. Locking eye contact while standing this close would usually lead to a kiss, but not for now. His eyes are now red and puffy, it should be heart breaking for you, but the vision of him kissing Jinsol surfaced, as the hatred filled you to the guts once more. You took your hand away from his grip, wiping your wet eyes before looking away.

“Well… we can’t force things anymore, Yeonjun.” Yeonjun shook his head in panic, his breath started staggering once he heard those words came out of your mouth.

“Baby please… I was wrong… give me one more chance.” Yeonjun’s voice eventually rising louder, as he pleaded. More tears streaming down his cheek, you just knew those tears mentally drained him and must hurt his eyes, but that’s only the tip of the iceberg of a risk that he shall be facing.

“No, Yeonjun. Face the risk of what you’ve done.” Taking another hand from his grip, which Yeonjun, swiftly and immediately took your hand to his once more.

“Please—"

“(name)?” a voice called, you then turned around and saw Nayeon, the oldest one of the housemates. She looks tired, and worn out as she had been coming home super late these days, you can tell how sleepy and tired she is, though upon seeing Yeonjun bawling his eyes out like that, she could read the situation clearly. She pulled out a stern expression.

“What is he doing here?” Nayeon questioned, turning around to look at the clock standing by the stairs, “At this hour?”

“Actually, he’s just about to leave.” You said, giving out a small smile, assuring that everything’s fine since Yeonjun was about to leave. Truth is, he wasn’t about to leave in a short time, not after trying to win you back by a sorry and a shit show of tears.

“(name), I’m sorry, please just—"

“Yeonjun.” You said, packing up a stern voice as well as a stern look. You could safely say you had never glared to Yeonjun your whole relationship, unless it’s in a joking matter and now, you’re dead serious. Yeonjun’s expression was all mixed up right now; afraid, disbelief, despair, pain, but he proceed on letting your hand go. You took a shaky deep breath, trying to swallow down the tears upon looking at him once more.

“Quite a show you pulled earlier, Yeonjun.” You declared, forcing a really small bitter smile, “Now go and take a bow.”