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since that day at jake’s birthday, you and sunghoon have been inseparable. he was your best friend and you trusted him more than anyone else in the world.

he was reliable, he understood you in every way, and he accepted you even at your lowest—not judging you about your past.

you and sunghoon slept over at each other’s apartments all the time, even having each other’s a spare key.

sunghoon crashed at your place that previous night, you two pulling an all-nighter studying and your apartment being closer to campus than his. you two would sleep in each other’s bed but always staying on each other’s side—simply sleeping side by side, most of the time with your backs facing one another.

he had class earlier than you—his dreaded phone alarm going off, both of you stirring awake.

you pulled the covers over your head, groaning at the awful triggering sound of the alarm as sunghoon shut it off. he laughed quietly at your misery.

“hoon, why the fuck did you sign up for an 8am calculus class. who even voluntarily does that…”

"guess i'm a masochist," he sarcastically states, stretching and letting out a yawn. he reaches over your half-awake body, still covered by the blanket still to grab his glasses off your nightstand.

he basically puts all his body weight on top of you, borderline crushing you in the process dramatically reaching towards the table, a mischievous smirk on his face fully aware of his actions.

"hoon! ughhhh you're so annoying, you're crushing me" your voice muffled under the sheet. he laughs, amused by teasing you especially early in the morning when you're the grumpiest.

"sorry my bad" laughter still littering his voice. when you finally feel his weight off your body, you pull down the sheet from over your head.

you didn't realize sunghoon was still hovering over you, his arms on either side of your upper body. his gaze held something different in it, something you've never seen in his eyes before.

was there something in the air? were you starting to fall ill?

you and sunghoon joked around all the time and were in close proximity of each other all the time. maybe seeing each other at embarrassing moments one too many times, but this felt different.

the blue tint of the morning light peeking through your curtains illuminated his figure above you. the white tank top he always wore to sleep emphasized the contours of his defined arms, the thin silver chain adorning his collarbones reflected specs of light. and his messy hair and glasses wasn't helping your suddenly and unconsciously racing heart.

he was close. like really close. maybe too close for two people that were just friends. the air around you two felt thick and it was like you were holding your breath, maybe you were.

sunghoon slowly raised his hand, using his finger to brush a stray hair away from your face. and you swear his gaze wandered from your wide eyes to your lips. his touch lingered down to trace your jaw slightly.

he suddenly pulls away from your body, rising from the bed. he grabs his hoodie draped over your desk chair pulling it over his head and walking towards the bathroom—as if nothing had happened.

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she claimed it was just a wellness check. that she just wanted to catch up and know how you're doing.

"can't i check up on my daughter?" she asked one time, offended when you pointed out the unsual amount of call logs that have been piling up, all labelled "mom 💖".

you knew this would be her reaction, and it was exactly why you dreaded having to admit the break up to her in the first place. maybe that, or the fact that doing so would make it real. it would make the separation permanent.

so you put it off for a week, and then another, and another one. and when your heart learned how to form itself around the knife lodged deep in your chest, when you got used to its existence there, you figured it was time to break her the news.

you phoned your mom who, in turn, told the rest of your family.

it was no question all of them loved heeseung to bits. it was hard not to. the first christmas you brought him home, your dad immediately gave you an approving nod as if to acknowledge the good choice you made. and the moment you let your little brother know heeseung played video games too? oh, he was a goner for your then-boyfriend too.

it's now been a month since that awkward facetime call with your family and your mother still wouldn't let up.

she called regularly to make small talk. she asked about your day, about the going ons in university, about the puppy you've been eyeing to foster. call it a daughter's instinct, but you knew what she was really doing. with each question, she was gauging how you were coping with the loss of the man you once claimed was the love of your life.

"i'm sorry, Y/N-ah. i'm just… worried. it must be tough being alone there." you heard her say through the crackle of your phone's speaker, the sound of the dishwasher running accompanying her careful tone. you didn't miss the way she paused a little before the word 'alone', like she was scared the implication might be a little too straightforward.

you chuckled mirthfully. if she saw your state right now, her worries would be validated instantly.

you were alone. in day old pajamas, hair a mess, eyes partially swollen from the sad k-drama you watched just to feel sadness that wasn't yours. all that while curled up in your bed in a fetal position as if to protect your body from any more hurt that could come.

she had every reason to be worried, but you couldn't let her know that.

"and i'm telling you you don't have to be! i'm okay, i swear. i've been okay," you forced a smile that she wouldn't see like it would make your words more honest. "i'm actually going to go out with yunjin and the girls so i'll call you back in a bit, okay?"

lies, one on top of another.

"i love you too.." your mom trailed off, voice unsure. "have fun. and i love you."

"love you too, mom!" you mustered in the most cheerful voice you could before hanging up.

a deep-seated sigh erupted from your chest. it's a friday night after exams, for gods' sake. your peers were out drinking themselves stupid, engaging in situations they're bound to forget the next day and yet here you were in bed, tapping through their instagram stories like you could vicariously live through each fifteen second clips.

the phone casted harsh shadows on your face as you tapped, and tapped, and tapped away.

then, you held your thumb to it, putting the screen on pause.

beomgyu uploaded a story just half an hour ago. a bright smiling face of him with the rest of your friends, shot glasses full of clear liquor in their hands. on the back, you could clearly see a familiar smile—the lazy kind that he always used whenever he got forced into taking a group photo.

you believed that, with time, you'd gotten accustomed to the worn down ache in your chest. you forced your heart to rebuild itself, after all. muscles and tissue formed around the sharp blade with nothing else pride and tenacity to protect it.

but seeing him again, even just through a screen, felt like someone had just pulled the knife out only to stab it in again and twisting it for good measure.

it was the first time you'd seen him after the breakup. you barely crossed paths in university anymore, and with all the responsibilities and extra-curriculars you had going on, you didn't really have time to camp on the app just for a quick peek of him through your mutuals' stories or posts.

and you're glad you didn't, because seeing him be so carefree, so… normal brought you so much physical pain you had to let go of your phone to press on your chest with a pained whimper.

you and heeseung initially didn't like each other.

when your high school acquaintance, sunghoon, introduced you to heeseung and the rest of his friends at at a house gathering, you thought of him as nothing more than a sleazy nobody. just someone you'd need to put a polite mask on for whenever your friends were around simply because he was their friend too.

and heeseung, immediately seeing through it, smirked.

a pretentious snob who rode the highest horse she saw all while pretending it didn't kill her having to interact with lowly frat boys? it was nothing new to him. you were an eyecandy though—yeah, he'd give you that. but like most eyecandies, you were better experienced from afar. especially when his friends constantly gushed to him about you, too dumb to see all the bitterness you had in your heart below your sweet facade.

so for that party and the following months, you avoided each other. you both intentionally turned down invitation to parties when you knew the other would be there, or simply act like the other didn't exist if your friends were annoying enough to gather the whole group in an outing.

that was the norm until a chance meeting on a late friday evening.

heeseung slipped on a tall bar chair, chuckling when the owner remarked something about his consistent attendance. his usual glass got served and just as he was about to call on the him for a chaser, his eyes fell on you.

seated at a booth. alone.

you were dressed to impress with your short maroon dress, hair curled and flowing to one side of your exposed decollatage save for the ones hanging over your face—the ones that failed to cover your empty eyes as it burned through your half-empty glass of wine.

you looked small and frail clutching on your purse. nothing like the pompuous bitch who refused to even acknowledge his presence whenever he raised a hand to wave at you in the hallways.

every now and then, you'd tap on your phone to check the time. people would pass by and you'd fix your posture, disappointed creases on your forehead smoothening out as you forced yourself to look composed, to look like you sat there in your lonesome with intention.

every bone in his body told him it would be a terrible idea to engage, but his feet carried him before his frontal lobe could fully conlude the decision.

heeseung slumped across you on the other end of the booth, the velvet lining of the couch rustling against his denim jacket. "you ought to turn that frown upside down, missy. they might think your date ditched you or something."

you looked up, expecting it to be the guy your friend recommended. you were ready to lay it on him, profanities lined up from your chest all the way to the tip of your tongue, but the words got caught in your throat when you saw heeseung wearing that usual, ever-annoying cocky grin of his.

he only grinned wider at the shock you wore, snorting when it quickly turned into an irritated glare. "huh. so you did get ditched. didn't think i'd see the day someone would stand up the Y/N."

"it's none of your business."

"it kind of is. i was ready to have a good time with my whiskey but your loner ass is dampening up the mood of the place. you could have at least ordered fries or salad or something, make your self-date look a little more convincing and a little less… pathetic."

you clutched on your purse a little tighter. "are you so used to having someone hanging on your arm that you can't stand the sight of someone being happily alone? and for the record, i was going to order. until you interrupted me, that is."

"happily alone? really now?" heeseung raised an eyebrow. "is that why you've been anxiously checking the time? why you've been staring at the entrance like your fairytale prince's finally going to be the one the step in next?"

he could tell you wanted nothing more than to leave, but leaving alone meant admitting that you, in fact, got ditched. and getting ditched meant someone had the audacity to turn you down. and that, other than terribly bruising your pride, meant heeseung would see you in the same light as the other girls he probably ditches himself.

and you'd rather get run over by a fourteen wheeler, because that would be less embarrassing than him equating you to his silly little flings.

so you sat there, crossing your arms over your chest like a shield against his presence. "shut up and go be annoying somewhere else, heeseung."

he put his interlocked hands on top of the table, leaning forward with a smile. "tell you what, princess. let's make a deal."

your eye twitched at the nickname. but you apparently had all the time in the world, and your mood was too fucked up to even fight him more, so you shrugged. "i might entertain it as long as it's not stupid, so shoot."

"let me be your date tonight."

you raised your eyebrow and heeseung stared back, clearing his throat when you refused to reply. "you pay for the food, i pay with my presence."

you snorted. "you really are a piece of work, lee. do you really think your presence is anything worth paying for?"

heeseung just hummed. "i'm just saying… i can get my stomach filled with food, and you'll walk out of here with your reputation still spotless."

"sounds like a losing deal."

"think about it, Y/N. no snark, no sarcasm. just you, and me, and food, and pretending you weren't waiting for a man for nearly an hour—and if he hits you up after this then you can say you didn't even remember him because you spent the night with a tall, handsome guy who's so much better giving you a good time."

you hate the fact that his idea was actually not as dumb as you thought it'd be. you hate that it made you giggle. you hate that he took kindly to your laughter, like he just unlocked some sort of hidden achievement in those dumb video games he loved playing so much.

the deal was sealed with a warm handshake.

the mostly empty table quickly got crowded with different snacks, various shaped glasses of cocktails and beers. as agreed upon, you didn't glare at heeseung, not even once. it was hard to when he kept making you laugh every other minute because he heard it once and wanted to keep hearing it.

you tried to keep the date prim and proper by poking at your wings with a fork and knife but he urged that you had no one to impress—certainly not him.

"eat wings with our natural tools, just as god intended." heeseung said, nudging your heels under the table. you chuckled and ate it with your fingers. he smiled, a soft one, eyes lingering on your buffalo-sauce stained lips while pushing the napkins towards you just in case.

you talked about the classes you had, got a giggle out of discovering your shared dislike of a certain professor and laughed. you nudged each other's feet under the wide table, tried each other's drinks, talked of your first impressions of each other and laughed some more.

he made it clear he wasn't the player you thought he was, though you argued he was still far too flirtatious. that, he couldn't deny.

not when he played the part of your date all too well. not when he spoke up whenever you wanted to order another, carried conversation to another interesting topic when the current one's beginning to die out, and even let you borrow his jacket when he noticed you rubbing your arms for warmth.

you dreaded imagining how bland this night would have been if the original date went as planned.

when it was your turn to uphold your end of the deal, heeseung smacked his credit card right on top of yours, brows furrowed like he was offended. you scoffed, pulled it out and smacked yours over his again in retaliation. "you did your part, let me do mine."

heeseung just squinted his eyes at you, a weak attempt to look intimidating, before slipping his card to the waiter who quickly processed the payment and handed him the receipt before walking off.

you huffed. "heeseung—you just broke the deal."

"you're dumb if you think i'm gonna give you a reason to tell our friends i let a girl pay for a date."

"so why did you offer then?" you grumbled, slipping the card in your bag.

"truth be told, i didn't think it through. you seemed lonely and i just wanted some assurance you wouldn't be a bitch to me all night. and you can say what you want to say but it worked," he hummed, popping a piece of cold fry in his mouth. "you've never been the type to just let people be nice to you."

"well i'm not going to give you a reason to hold something over my head—"

"and if you shut up and stop complaining, then no one—not even our friends—will ever know you got stood up." he sighed. "i'm not asking for anything in return, Y/N. not your money, not a second date, not pretend niceties—but i enjoyed tonight and i want us to be able to exist around each other from now on. not just for our friends but for us."

you pursed your lips, unable to deal with the upfront honesty he's giving you. you just stared at his face, fidgeting with the zipper of your purse. "are you offering a truce?"

"i'm offering friendship. a proper one. like this, or something less intimate if the reputation i have in your mind still precedes me."

as it turned out, he wasn't offering just friendship.

it wasn't supposed to go further than that. but between the way heeseung's eyes kept lingering on the smooth skin of your upper thigh and the flirtatious jokes he kept cracking throughout the drive to your apartment, it was hard to ignore the growing tension in his car.

"so… we're here." you muttered as he pulled to the sidewalk in front of your apartment.

"guess we are." he smiled weakly. "don't tell me you want me to open the door for you too?"

"fuck off." you replied, lacking the usual venom the words usually came with. "thank you for the night, hee. i had a great time."

"i did, too. you be safe, 'kay?"

you stared at each other for a beat before you finally broke it off by stepping out of the door. you took a few steps before you heard the quiet whirring of the passenger window rolling down.

"you can just give my jacket back on monday, by the way." heeseung hollered with a smug smile on his pretty face.

you gasped softly, realizing the only thing that was keeping you from shivering all night was still wrapped around your shoulders. "o–oh. um.." you bit your lower lip, mentally chastising yourself from the decision you were about to do. "actually—it's still quite cold. do you want to warm up inside for a few minutes? have some water… or something."

heeseung's impulsiveness has brought him to many places, but for it to bring him in front of your doorstep was the last thing he expected. he'd be a liar to say he didn't feel the suffocating electricity in the bar, and even more so when he got you alone in his car, but he was dead set on staying true to his words.

however, the moment he got you alone in your apartment, his hand immediately cupped your cheek. he pulled you in for a kiss filled with need and urgency and every emotion pent up from the months where you pretended like he was invisible—one so slow, yet so deep that it left you in a daze after.

"sorry. i… got carried away, i think." he muttered, quietly gulping. his forehead was still pressed on yours, doe-like eyes looking for assurance in your half-lidded ones. instead of giving him a proper answer, you pulled him back in for another kiss.

and the rest was history.

all your friends—the same ones who were so insistent in making you guys exist in the same room—said it shouldn't have worked as well as it did. you came across as cold, composed and too structured, where heeseung was warm, exceptionally loud, and thrived on free-balling whatever problem life threw at his way. they said you were too different, but you balanced each other out, mellowing each other's strong traits and ugly habits through careful compromises.

if anything, the fact that you had fundamental differences was the reason why your relationship thrived so much. but the phrase "opposited attract" can only go so far.

you picked your phone up again, thumb hovering over heeseung's name in your messages. you tapped once, reading through the last conversation.

from: heeseung lee. — princess i'm coming over with ramen and my switch. can we play pokemon tgt pls to: heeseung lee. — i'm still studying but the door's unlocked if u just want to hang babe from: heeseung lee. — be there in 15. i love you < 3

that was the last text he ever sent.

the truth is, you don't remember the details of how you broke up. or why, for that matter. all you knew was that you were both on edge the night he came over, exhausted from a long day and already dreading the weight of what the next day would hold.

heeseung wanted to find solace in your presence but you were too absorbed in your responsibilities, not even bothering looking up from your meticulously organized notes. you had books, pastel highlighters, and sticky notes scattered on your desk when he barged into your room.

he nudged your shoulder, begging for scraps of your attention but you kept brushing him off, muttering an empty promise about only needing a few minutes more.

"baby… come on. that assignment can wait. it's like— fuck, do you even care about me? about us?"

"the world doesn't revolve around our relationship, heeseung. unlike you, i actually care about things bigger than just 'us'."

heeseung got offended and accused you of being too callous. you muttered something passive-aggressive about his childishness under your breath, telling at him to stop putting words in your mouth.

what started as a petty argument quickly escalated into a full-blown screaming match with you pushing at his chest and him saying shit just to be cruel and get you to back down. but much like him, you were stubborn. annoyingly competitive, too. so you fought back twice as hard, hurling remarks you didn't really mean but you said them anyway just for the sake of winning.

in the grand scheme of things, losing the argument was a much better option than losing heeseung entirely.

you didn't know it then, but you definitely knew it now that you were alone and reminiscing through the good and bad times of your relationship like a pathetic loser while he was on the other side of your small university town, drinking with the friends you used to share, probably having a great time now that he's severed himself from you.

you bit your lip as your thumb hovered over the keyboard on your screen.

hey. no, that sounds too casual considering how the both of you ended things.

still out drinking? one, you sound pathetic. two, he'd find out you were stalking.

i miss you. no—that's stupid and fucking desperate.

you bit on your lip, trying out different variations of what text to send when you felt your bed rocking slightly. you paused, glaring at the wall of your bedroom.

jesus christ. just how hard were your neighbors fucking?

you slipped on your fluffy slippers and stomped out of your bedroom, prepared to give them an earful when the floor moved underneath you again in gentle horizontal sways. you gripped on a shelf, eyes widening in realization.

panic swiftly overwhelmed your senses. you learned about this in a disaster management seminar. drop to the ground. find something sturdy for cover. hold until the shaking stops. but your body wasn't following suit no matter how loud your mind scrambled for you to act.

not until the ground shook again. stronger this time. violent enough to sway the hanging lamps and throw you off balance. so much of the dust that have accumulated on your shelves fell like fine grey snow while you crawled towards the questionable safety of your dining table that it turned the room slightly hazy. or maybe it was your tears. you didn't really know anymore.

you heard glassware—a collectible, probably—drop somewhere behind you, making a loud shatterring sound resonate across the moving room. it made you cry even louder.

the shaking made everything clatter. from the cultery in your shelves to the pen organizers rattling in your room. you heard the shuffling of feet outside your door, mixed with your neighbors' cries and shouts. you wanted to run with them, to leave for safety, but terror had your body paralyzed. you could only sob while you hugged your knees closer to your chest, one arm holding the dining table steady over your head.

this was it. this was the end of you.

through your terrified sobs, you unlocked your phone. and with trembling thumbs, you typed out a message—the words you truly wanted to say.

to: heeseung lee. — i love you.

heeseung was on the backseat of an taxi. he was tipsy, the apples of his cheeks and tips of his ears still blooming red from his inability to process the ungodly amount of alcohol he consumed tonight. he was never going to let beomgyu hold a bottle of patron ever again.

with a soft groan, he rested his head against the glass while staring at the view outside with heavy eyelids. it was odd how many people were out in the streets when it was already so late at night, but he wasn't one to judge considering how he spent his.

an ambulance passed by the car. a firetruck. then, another ambulance.

heeseung brushed off the shrill whirring sound they made, but the driver was quicker to pick up on what happened.

"did you feel it, sir?" the older man asked, shooting him a look through the rearview mirror as he weaved through the road easily.

"feel what?" heeseung replied, sitting up straighter.

"i think there was an earthquake. must be why traffic's so light. you never really feel it inside a moving metal can, can 'ya?" the driver joked then laughed softly.

unease settled in heeseung's chest. the new information sobered him up quickly, allowing him to scan the city outside with a clearer vision, clearer mind. people were huddling together.

a few were still in their work-attire, eyes glued to their phones. an elderly person getting tended to by the medic. a young couple who held each other with tears in their eyes.

his phone vibrated and he was quick to snatch it from his lap, dread stealing his breath as he read the three words.

from: one and only ♡ — i love you.

he stared at the message with tears welling in his eyes.

where are you? are you with your friends? are there aftershocks? are you inside? are you safe? god, he could only pray you are.

he gripped on his phone, voice shaky as he begged the driver. "sir—can we go to a different address? it's an emergency. i'll—i… i'll pay extra! a–anything! just—please."

the driver, clearly surprised, just nodded as heeseung stammered out your building's location which he knew by heart. the man's eyes flew back to the rearview mirror every now and then, feet pressing on the gas in sympathy for the boy who couldn't seem to sit still.

you weren't answering his calls nor his texts. he hit up your other friends but most of them were either asleep, ignored him, or had no clue where you were. but he was going to chance waiting for you in front of your apartment anyway.

the taxi came to a stop a few blocks away from your apartment. "this is as far as i can go—it looks like emergency services blocked the way in." the driver whispered in apology. heeseung only nodded and fished out a generous bill, whispering a quiet 'thank you' as he quickly exited the car.

his body moved on autopilot as he weaved through the familiar path to your building. his sneakers sounded percussive with each stomp his running feet made against the asphalt. he bumped into a few strangers but he couldn't be asked to look back or apologize. time was of the essence. each second was precious and he couldn't risk coming late. not when the consequence meant—no. he couldn't bear thinking of it.

you're so fucking unfair. even with your final message, you made sure you'd be able to come out on top of it winning. to be the good one. to be the one who came back. the one who forgave. the one that loved the other more.

but him… the last words he had for you—what were they?

he doesn't even remember. the adrenaline rush and the hurt that ensued after it blurred whatever memory he had of that night. he could only hope it wasn't something too harsh.

if his greatest fear did happen, he wouldn't be able to live with himself knowing that that fight was your last memory you had of him. of him screaming that he regrets being in love with you. of him concluding the beautiful thing you had with a slammed door.

"i love you. i love you too. please—fuck!" heeseung screamed. his lungs burned with each desperate inhale. the soles of his feet were pounding with hurt. salty tears naturally got swept away from his face by the wind as he ran with all his might.

the sound of sirens grew louder as his tired feet came to a stop. his calls for your name got drowned out by the cacophony of voices speaking all at once and the distorted, crackling sound of a personnel speaking through a megaphone rose above it all.

"—not panic. please calmly evacuate to the open parking lot across the building. medics will tend to those who need it shortly."

"Y/N! excuse me! have you seen the tenant from 418-A? ma'am, have you seen the tenant from 418-A? this girl?" he asked repeatedly, even fishing his phone out to show them a picture of you. the people either brushed him off and walked past him in search for their own safety. his eyes skimmed over the different faces, fear seeping deeper into his bones the longer it took to find you.

he stood on the tips of his toes with eyes squinted to fight against the blinking headlights of the parked cars. "Y/N! Y/N!" he shouted helplessly, his hair messily falling over his forehead after running his finger through it for the millionth time.

just then, he saw the security guard of your building. an old man in his mid-50s who's grown fond of the both of you. heeseung, more than you, if he could admit, especially after seeing him come over so often, once even carrying you like a sack of rice over one shoulder after you blacked out at jake's party.

"mr. woo—"

the guard's eyes widened. "heeseung-ah, you're here…"

he wasn't expecting to see heeseung tonight. especially not after he stormed away months ago and never reappeared with you again. though if the worried expression and the anxious twitching of his fingers were anything to go by, the old man already knew why he was here.

mr. woo pointed to the children's park nearby, patting his shoulder. "don't worry, son. she was the first tenant i looked for after the shaking stopped."

the relief he felt might have been able to bring him to his knees if only heeseung wasn't so determined to be reunited with you. he whispered a breathless 'thank you' before running to the direction the older man pointed at, weaving his way through the small crowd shoulder first.

there, he found you.

sitting on a rusty swing set. alone.

you were in mismatching pajamas, hair getting swept by the wind, clearly showing the quiet distress in your red-rimmed eyes. you looked even smaller and more frail now, shaking like a leaf as you clutched on your phone. nothing like the confident, reassured woman he'd grown to love.

your empty gaze was directed out in the distance, police lights bouncing pale hues of blue and red against your complexion. you looked beautiful, even with the awful situation you've been put into.

as if sensing his presence, your eyes turned to his direction.

heeseung met your eyes and he swore the world stopped moving. no sirens, no crying children, no brassy megaphone announcements. just your tearful eyes and the unstable whisper of his name.

heeseung was on you in an instant, one arm around your waist and the other guiding your head to the crook of his neck. "heeseung—h–hee…" you whispered in disbelief, eyes fluttering shut as you hugged him back and melted in the warmth of the embrace.

the rush of adrenaline from running had started wearing off, and the familiarity of your scent clouded heeseung's mind before he could remember the promise he made to himself not to break down if he ever saw you again.

"Y/N. you're here, you're safe—i kept looking for you. god, you scared me so much." the words tumbled out of his mouth, only muffled by the lips half-pressed to your temple as he shakily held you to himself while crying.

there was no pride anymore. no ego nor arrogance.

shock, fear, and longing—all of the emotions you set aside for the sake of survival came crashing down all at once. your own tears turned his sleeves damp while you spoke through your sobs. "h–heeseung. i was so scared. i was so fucking scared. it was so noisy and everything was breaking and shaking, and i thought i was going to—"

heeseung hushed you, his large palm rubbing soothing lines across your back all while tears of his own ran down at the horrible thought. "shhh, no no. don't think of that, baby. you're safe—i'm here. i'm here now, right? you're okay. you'll be safe here in my arms."

the night was much more calm now that the people left. one by one, the ambulances and firetrucks left, their sirens fading out along with the noise of the people who previously crowded the park. you overheard some choosing to settled in airbnbs, but most just opted to spend the night in a hotel.

you stayed behind, mind too muddled to even worry about what next steps you should be taking. you just watched them leave, and heeseung sat beside you on the sidewalk with a pinky finger linked to yours like a quiet promise of staying.

"the earthquake wasn't too strong—it wasn't even felt from the next city over. it barely reached a 3 point magnitude. thankfully didn't cause any casualties. at least that's what the articles said." heeseung whispered from beside you.

"oh, is the signal already back?" your words got cut off by the incessant ringing on your phone. multiple texts and notifcations flooded it back to back: a few of your friends checking up on you, a few missed calls from your family, a few from the man whose jacket was draped over your shoulders.

to: heeseung lee. — i love you. from: heeseung lee. — Y/N? what is this? from: heeseung lee. — is this because of the earthquake? from: heeseung lee. — you're scaring me. please tell me you're okay. from: heeseung lee. — [ you missed a call from the sender. ] from: heeseung lee. — love. please answer the phone. from: heeseung lee. — [ you missed 3 calls from the sender. ] from: heeseung lee. — i love you too. i love you more. from: heeseung lee. — i never stopped. you have to be there to tell me this again in person okay? from: heeseung lee. — i love you, princess.

for the first time, a smile cracked on your lips, albeit a weak one.

"what're you smiling about?" heeseung asked from beside you, craning his head.

you tilted your screen towards him, nudging his shoulders jokingly. "talk about clingy."

heeseung blushed, but he didn't really feel shame in what he did. "you weren't replying. i was losing my mind in the taxi, you know."

"i'm sorry for texting you out of nowhere, hee." you said after a while, staring at the pebbles under your feet. "i was convinced i was going to die and…"

"and?"

"and you were the first person i thought of." you finally admitted, biting down on your lip. "i guess i didn't want to leave some things unsaid. is that selfish of me?"

heeseung just smiled, shaking his head. "nah, i don't think so."

silence enveloped the both of you again. the air suddenly turned heavy, as if it was telling you no jokes or casual conversation could gloss over the fact that the two of you still found yourselves sitting side by side despite the fact that you both wordlessly agreed not to cross paths anymore after that night.

"you don't have to apologize, you know."

"hm?"

"about texting me, i mean. because you were the first thing i thought of, too." heeseung sucked in a deep breath before continuing. "the driver said there was an earthquake, then i got the message, and i damn near lost my mind in that taxi because… all i could think of was you. because you hate noise, you hate unexpected things, because you freeze during times of emergencies. fuck—i was so worried about you, Y/N. did you know i was crying while i ran here?"

"like how you're crying now?" you pointed out.

heeseung paused, feeling his cheeks and grimaced when he felt the dampness of his tears sticking to the back of his hand. he wasn't even aware he'd been crying. again.

you tilted heeseung's face towards you and gently wiped them away with sorrowful smile. "i think the only thing i'm good at is making you cry. i'm sorry."

"why do you keep apologizing?" he laid a hand over yours to keep it on his cheeks with eyebrows furrowed, frustrated at the unrecognizable amount of guilt in your approach.

you smiled softly as you swipe your thumb back and forth against his cheekbones. "because i'm ashamed that it took a threat to my life to admit that i loved you—that i still love you. i was a coward who couldn't bring themselves to admit that when we were fighting because i thought it'd make me look weak and desperate—not even an hour, or a day, or a month after our breakup. and i feel like an asshole for doing this thing to you. you know... making you run all the way here, worrying about me and all."

heeseung removed your hand from his face and opted to hold it instead, long bony fingers intertwining with your own. he scooted closer to you and you rested your head on his shoulder. "i'd have done that whether you texted me or not."

you closed your eyes, tension growing in your jaw as your fingers dug into the back of his palm. "i know… but—"

"i meant what i said in those texts, Y/N." heeseung laid a hand over your interlocked hands, gently squeezing yours in between them. "every single part of them. i love you—a whole lot. i don't think i ever stopped. everyday since our break up, i gaslit myself into thinking i could survive without you…" he paused, then let out a soft sigh. "but considering how scared i was when i heard the news, i don't think i can. nor would i ever want to."

"i love you too, hee." you mumbled, smiling when you felt his lips press on the crown of your head. "you know… that night, i told you that there's a lot of things bigger than us. but whatever ambition, whatever stupid test i was studying for seemed so insignificant then. because when the ground started shaking… all i wanted under that dingy dining table was to be held by you."

and held you, he did. heeseung pulled you on top of him and wrapped his arms snug around you like he was afraid you'd disappear if he didn't hold on to you tight enough. your confession, the honest vulnerability behind them, gave him the courage to press his lips on yours.

the kiss drove home everything he needed you to know. a promise and an apology in the form of chapped lips meeting your own. his hands cupped your nape, an arm still securely wrapped around waist as heeseung poured everything out into the kiss.

it was passionate, full of eagerness, and bittersweet like the fear of almost losing you permanently mixed with the relief he felt because it was the same thing that brought you back into his arms. it seeped into the way he moved your lips against yours, languid and deep.

heeseung kept you close even as you pulled away for air. his hand carefully pressed on the small of your back, the other settling to warm your cheek as he pressed a final kiss on the corner of your mouth.

the world could end tomorrow for all you know. but in this specific time, and in this specific moment, the ground felt firm under your feet.

especially because heeseung was finally here to anchor you and keep your trembling figure steady.

YAN'S NOTES ➤ ending is a bit shite and rushed, but i had to post it now or else it might never see the light of day again. kinda got the rush to write this back when me and my friends were on a trip and a mild earthquake happened, but never got to the ending until today lmao. also, i miss my bambhee a lot, so.

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He gently pushed away the strands of hair off your face to look at you properly. His puppy eyes widened. “Oh my god, you’re burning.” He laid his hand on your forehead, quickly followed by his soft lips. He always claimed that this was the best way to feel if you have a fever. You weren’t sure if you believed him.

“You have a fever, baby.” He murmured softly against your forehead. He leaned back only slightly to look at you properly, his hands came to cup your cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re sick, baby?” You weakly shook your head. “Just period symptoms.“ Your voice was hoarse.

“Oh-“

A sharp pang struck in your lower belly. You gasped as you curled yourself back to your position, your hands holding your belly.

But somehow, you had breathed in too sharply or moved too fast which resulted in your stomach churning. Before he could even understand what was happening, you quickly stood up and ran to the bathroom in the hallway, next to his room.

“Yn??” He hastily followed behind, yet you were already hovering above the toilet bowl. “Baby?? What’s wrong??” He knelt down behind you, his hands instantly curling around your waist. Normally, his warm hands always soothed you and gave you comfort, but unfortunately now, the wrong placement of his hands made you more nauseous.

You quickly pushed his hands away before you began to vomit. You didn’t have the time to tie your hair, so you were trying to hold them back but some strands got dirty.

This was the rawest version of yourself you have ever shown to your boyfriend. Your relationship was still somewhat new, you have never shown him a bad side of yourself. You were beyond embarrassed, to say the least. But you couldn’t dwell in the embarrassment for too long as you continued to struggle to hold your hair and vomit your guts out.

Jake on the other side was beyond worried. He had never seen a woman affected by her periods this severely before. Matter of fact, he has never seen a person empty their guts out. Yet, as new and terrifying the situation was, all he felt was deep concern. His chest tightened at the sight as he looked at you with shaky eyes. His poor yn.

He reached out to take hold of your hair. But you shook your head in refusal. “Let me hold your hair,” he tried. But you refused once again. Your eyes were burning. Maybe more because of the humiliation than the literal fact that you were retching. You didn’t want him to see you like this.

And of course it got worse.

“Is everything alright?? What’s wrong??” A bewildered Niki stood outside the bathroom, worried eyes looking at your hunched body. The door wasn’t closed. The humiliation intensified 10x. “Is she okey??”

Vomiting in front of your boyfriend was one thing, but in front of his members? Yeah, that was truly the worst thing that could happen.

Before Jake could tell him that he didn’t know either, you rasped a quiet ‘close the door’. Jake froze for a second, not quite understanding what you told him. But as soon as he got it, he quickly shut the door in his face.

Eventually, your guts were emptied out but you still needed a few seconds until the gagging reflex stopped. And Jake sat there beside you, feeling like the dumbest and most useless person on earth. His hands were ready to hold you but by now he understood that he needed to give you space.

“Baby…” he murmured softly. His heart clenching at the sight.

Exhausted, your arm gave up to hold your hair, and you let yourself collapse on the cool tiles of the bathroom, curling your body slowly in. You didn’t care about the fact that you laid there on the dorm’s bathroom floor with dirty hair.

Slow tears escaped your eyes. Gosh, so humiliating. I’m such a mess.

Jake leaned slowly forward, still keeping his distance. He bit his lip in worry. He didn’t want to say or do anything wrong. But he wanted to hold you in his arms so badly.

Your glassy eyes met his. “This happens sometimes.” You rasped quietly. He almost didn’t catch it. A faint pout formed on his face. Concern overflowed him. “Is this also a symptom?” His tone was soft, like he was cautious if he spoke too loud something might happen.

You nodded weakly. Tears formed in your eyes again, you closed them immediately. “I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“What? No, baby.” He shuffled closer to you, his hand slowly came to pat your head. “Why are you sorry? I’m sorry. I should help you… but I don’t know what to do.”

Your lips trembled as you shook your head again, hiding your face from him. Then your shoulders began to shake as you just let yourself cry.

“Baby…” you ignored him as you continued to silently cry. You hated this. So much. Yet the need to be comforted by your boyfriend was also there. Even though you felt embarrassed and wanted to hide.

“Hey…” he murmured softly, you continued to hide your face with your arm. “it’s okey, my love.” He pressed a gentle kiss on your temple, his lips lingering as if he wasn’t ready to let go. “It’s okey. I’m here.” His hand never stopped patting your head as the other went to grasp your hand. His fingers curled around yours, his thumb faintly brushing over your knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere, hm? It’s okey, it will get better soon.” He hushed you as he pressed another kiss on your temple.

A sob escaped from your mouth causing a dull throb in your uterus. You gasped, your fingers tightened around his hand. He squeezed your hand lovingly, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear as his other hand continued to pat your head.

When the pain stopped for a moment, you knew you had to take the chance to get up. With wobbly arms and legs you struggled to stand up. His arms immediately moved to hold you, his warm hands went your shoulder, helping you. But you shook your head, croaking a tired no. “When I make a wrong move, it will get worse.” You explained as you supported yourself on the sink. Jake nodded softly, his doe eyes following you.

“Can you-“ you hesitated. His eyes turned softer than before. “Jake… Can you give me a moment? Please?”

Jake’s shoulders slumped, almost unnoticeable. He hesitated for a moment, you looked like you were one step away from collapsing—how could he leave you alone like this?

“Okey… I’m waiting outside, okey? Call me if you need anything.” As he was about to shut the door he quickly peeked inside, “don’t lock the door, yeah?” He couldn’t help but worry that you might faint in the bathroom all alone.

After you had freshened up, brushed your teeth and washed the dirty strands of hair, you hesitated to meet your boyfriend again. You were still embarrassed that you vomited all over his bathroom. You stepped outside, hunched and clutching your lower stomach.

“Jake?” He snapped his head back at you, he was in the middle of arranging his blanket and fluffy pillows for you. He had already plugged in the electric heating pad, water and the painkillers waiting for you on the nightstand, alongside some freshly heated leftover because he remembered that you didn’t eat anything yet.

“I think I should head back home now.”

He gave you a bewildered look, “what??” He quickly went to you, taking your hands in his, “no, baby, you’re not leaving! Look at you! You’re about to faint any minute!” Your face was pale, sweat lingered on your skin, your hands trembled due to fatigue.

“But…” a lump formed your throat, “…I don’t want you to see me like this…” you mumbled quietly as tears formed your eyes.

He shook his head with scrunched eyebrows, not liking your answer at all. “What are you talking about?? Come here.” He sighed as he urged you to lay down by pulling you to the bed.

“Jake-” you gasped at the sudden movement. Eyes squeezing at the pain.

He halted immediately.

“Slowly.” You rasped. “I can’t move too fast or I’ll feel nauseous again.” His heart ached at your vulnerable voice. He nodded even though he didn’t quite understand what was happening.

That’s how you found yourself in his bed. Painkillers swallowed, heating pad snug warmly against your lower abdomen with your boyfriend spooning you with upmost care.

“Is this okey?” He spoke softly. You nodded against his pillow, your eyes fluttering shut. Your hands rested on top of his as he gently pressed the heating pad on your lower stomach.

“Does this happen every time?” He asked after a while. “Sometimes. When I don’t take the painkiller on time.”

He nodded against your neck, not quite understanding what was really happening with your body, what you meant by ‘sometimes’ or ‘on time’, but his heart was aching nonetheless. He didn’t like seeing you like this. That’s what he knew for sure.

Absentmindedly, his hold tightened around you. You whimpered painfully. “Ouch, Jakey- no-“

His hold relaxed immediately. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry-“ he panicked.

“It’s okey.” You leaned your back against his chest, “just be careful.” You took his hands in yours and guided them underneath your shirt as you pushed down the hem of your pyjamas. You placed his hands cautiously on your lower belly, he could feel the warmth from the heater lingering on your soft skin.

“I’m really sensitive here. It gets quite swollen here during the first couple of days. You feel the difference from usual?”

His soft hands rested there, lingering and feeling. “It does feel different than usual.”

“Yeah- I don’t think it’s normal that it gets swollen like this. But that’s what happens.” You let out a small laugh, immediately hissing afterwards at the ache.

“Can you move your hands like this-“ you guided his hands by holding his wrists. “Yes- just like that,” you sighed as you closed your eyes at the relaxing feeling of his fingers massaging your sore belly muscles.

Jake kissed the back of your neck, rubbing the area exactly how you showed him—not too fast nor too rough. His fingers glided over your swollen lower belly with upmost care.

He hated seeing you so hurt. His heart truly ached at the sight. He buried his face in your hair, thinking about his girlfriend literally fighting for her life made him sad.

You squeezed his wrists affectionately. “Thank you, Jaeyunie. This is helping so much.”

“Of course, pretty.” He kissed your neck again, glad he was able to give you some comfort.

As he continued to massage your belly, your small voice echoed through the room, exhaustion evident in your voice: “This is way better than being alone.”

“I’m glad I can help, baby.”

“I’m sorry for ruining our date.” You mumbled in embarrassment, “I can’t believe I vomited. And Niki saw it, too. Its so embarrassing…”

“Hey. Don’t be embarrassed. You’re hurting, baby, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He kissed your shoulder, his tone soft yet scolding.

“But still…”

“Nonsense, my love. Now close your eyes and sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

A lump formed in your throat. Your heart squeezed, you were so lucky to have such a wonderful boyfriend.

“I love you.” You pouted, eyes turning misty. The hormones really messed you up.

“I love you too, pretty.”

“I don’t deserve you-“

“Shh.” He shushed you. “Sleep. Now.” He pressed a kiss on the shell of your ear.

He waited for your breath to even out. “You deserve everything and more.” He softly murmured at you before closing his eyes. His hands only came to a stop when he fell into slumber.

And that’s how Ni-ki found you two: cuddled up and sleeping with Jake’s hands resting on your lower belly.

He quietly tiptoed out of the room after placing your favourite snacks on Jake’s nightstand along with anti-nausea tablets.

Yeah. He was just as clueless as Jake.

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Guess who’s having that time of the month? I was actually writing another fic but then I had to write this

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