prompt: san broke up w/ reader out of frustration (like it wasn't intentional?) but reader had enough and left san and met woo
song: sorry im not sorry - monsta x
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You couldn’t do it anymore.
It had happened too many times now, too often, and you were tired of the game, tired of constantly plummeting back into the nightmare your life was slowly becoming.
The entire situation had once again been blown out of proportion, something insignificant becoming something that was far too significant to ignore. There was no way around it anymore, no matter how hard you tried. Something between you and San had broken, something that had once been so strong and beautiful.
But frustration always ebbed at the surface these days, tinting your views and words, tinting situations that had once been, but would never be again.
Tears slid down your cheeks as you vividly remembered the most recent fight, the sole reason why you had escaped the house and found yourself walking in the pouring rain, the world around you seemingly crying with you.
“Go then,” San had yelled, a heartbroken pain edged into his cat-like features you had always found so pretty. “Go, and don’t come back.”
You had begged, because you always begged, knowing he never meant those words. But they hurt, as they always did, and they left your heart in a fragile stage, the cracks growing each time it happened.
And then he had whispered those words through his own frustrated tears, ripping your heart apart, leaving you to bleed in the loss of a love that once was, but would never be.
“I never want to see you again.”
The words repeated themselves in your head as you walked through the deserted city, your coat clinging to your skin as the rain drenched it.
Perhaps, you thought through the haze of emotions that plagued your heart in soul, perhaps you should heed his words, just this once, and never return. You loved him, as you had loved him for years. But even you knew the love between you two had become toxic, something that didn’t quite work like it used to.
And frankly, you were tired… So tired.
“Hey, little light, what are you doing out here in the rain?”
You looked up, startled by the voice you didn’t recognize. Beside you stood a boy, his dark hair long and wavy as it framed his face, a mole underneath his left eye, his body shielded from the rain by the gigantic umbrella he was carrying.
You couldn’t help but look at the man in front of you, frowning as you tried to form an answer that was polite, yet wouldn’t give away the mess that was your life.
But the stranger frowned then, concern overtaking his features, and he moved forward, holding the umbrella so it was shielding you from the rain too. Tentatively, he moved a hand to your cheek, wiping away the droplets of rain and tears.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft and gentle, and something in you broke, something that had been trying so hard to keep everything together.
It broke, and with it broke the dam that had kept the tears from flowing freely.
“I’m sorry,” you muttered through your tears, “I don’t know why a stranger asking me if I’m okay is making me cry even more.”
The stranger smiled then. “Wooyoung.”
“My name’s Wooyoung. Now I’m not a stranger anymore. If you want, you can tell me what’s bothering you. I might not be able to give you advice, but it might help getting it off your chest.”
You looked at the stranger, at Wooyoung, and found nothing but friendly warmth and comfort in his face. Perhaps it was insanity, perhaps it was something else, but you found yourself telling everything, from the moment you and San fell in love, to the moment everything started to fall apart.
Wooyoung listened, holding his umbrella to shield the both of you from the slowly dying rain, always attentive, never interrupting you.
It wasn’t until you heaved a particularly loud sob, after you had told him everything, that he caressed your cheek once more.
“Seems like you already know what to do, little light.”
You opened your mouth to answer, to tell him you were scared and didn’t know, but your phone ringing the ringtone you knew so well made you close your mouth instantly.
Wooyoung smiled knowingly. “That’s him, isn’t it?” You could only nod. “Go on, take the call. I’ll be here for you.”
And somehow, the promise of comfort from a man you had just met, gave you enough courage to grab your phone and take the call.
“Babe, I’m so sorry,” came San’s instant voice, apologies rolling off his tongue like they always did. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it.”
“I know,” you sighed. “I know, San, but I can’t do this anymore.”
“Sorry, I’m not sorry,” you breathed, almost choking on the words. But you looked up, right into the warmth and comforting eyes of a stranger who somehow didn’t feel like a stranger at all, and all of a sudden, you knew he was right. You did know what to do. And as you took a shaky breath, you uttered the words you never thought you would say: “You’re never gonna see me again.”
