Don't Hang Up
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• Youngbin + Reader
• Genre: Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending
• Words: 1.2k
• Warning: language
Summary: Youngbin is suddenly all cold to you for some reason, and you are determined to find out why and make things right once again.
"What's that, Y/N? Why all the hurry?" your sister asks laughing when you end up dropping your bag for the second time as you walk to the door.
"I have to go see Youngbin," you answer, hands picking up the bag once again.
"Your dear Binnie? You're addicted, you know," she teases.
You blush.
"Stop it. I don't even call him 'Binnie'..."
"Oh, you don't? You can't trick me, girl. You do call him that. I've heard you doing that enough times while you were speaking to him at odd hours."
"Hey! Do you eavesdrop my phone calls?"
She shrugs her shoulders.
"What can I do if I also stay awake till late and the walls are so thin?"
You are blushing a deep tone of red, but you decide pretending you aren't is a good idea.
"Anyways! I've gotta see Youngbin!"
"So you are really going to see him, huh?"
"Stop laughing! I will," you cross your arms across your chest. "Is that a crime?"
"In no way. Please, go see your Binnie," she smirks.
Shit.
"Yes, I will!"
You leave the house and enter your car, a smile lurking through your lips. Your sister could be a little annoying, but the teasing didn't bother you that much if you were being honest with yourself. No, it would be impossible. You have been just too happy the last couple of months to really care. Heck, you couldn't even remember a happiness bigger than the one you were living with everyday now.
You speed up, humming a feel good song as you navigate through the city streets. Soon, you put your phone on the speaker and call Youngbin. Silence.
Weird. He always picks up right away... You call him again, and he finally answers on your third or fourth try.
"Binnie, why didn't you answer?" you chuckle and smile to yourself. "Anyways, let's hang out today? I'm already on my—"
"Y/N," he cuts you, his voice tense. "Today is not a good day for that. Go back home," and then he hangs up.
What? Kim Youngbin never hangs up on anybody. Ever.
You dial his number again.
"What?!" he asks annoyed. "I'm in no humor to put up with you right now. Give me a fucking break!"
And then he hangs up again.
You come back home holding your tears. You are very, very hurt, but above all, you are confused. You have never seen Youngbin be rude to anyone before, let alone you. What was going on?
You enter the house being as silent as you can so not to bring any attention to yourself and lock yourself in your room. You pick your phone and dial Dawon's number, Youngbin's friend and also coworker.
"Hello, Y/N?" he says as he picks up.
"Hey, Dawon."
The phone goes silence for a few seconds.
"Are you alright? Your voice sounds shaky..."
"To be honest, I'm not, Dawon," you sight, trying to keep your voice stable this time. "Youngbin has just been weird. Do you know if anything is going on with him?"
"Oh," you hear him say, his tone not as bright as usual. "I know what it is."
"You do?!" you hold tight onto the phone, as if doing so is going to bring the answer sooner to you.
"Yeah," he confirms. "Today Youngbin hyung got fired, Y/N. Didn't he tell you?"
"F-Fired? He didn't say a word..."
Dawon sights.
"Yeah, he was. They substituted him with someone younger and with a 'fresher outlook'," he explains in a sad voice. "He wasn't the one who told me, though. It was all gossip. Everyone in the office would only talk about this this afternoon."
You look at the window with a frown in your face, thinking about how your boyfriend must be feeling right now.
"Thanks, Dawon. I'll figure something out."
In the next afternoon, you go to Youngbin's apartment and come in using the extra key he keeps under the rug. You are someone who absolutely sucks in the kitchen, but you think it is worth it trying to make a few sandwiches, right? At least you know you can't burn them.
The sun is already setting when you finally hear the door being opened. You go hide in the bedroom right away, peeking through the slightly opened door.
Youngbin enters the apartment wearing a suit, his expression tired. He has probably spent the whole day looking for a job, but you don't know with how much luck. You see him going to the joint kitchen and hold your breath. He makes a surprised face as he sees the sandwiches and the juice jar carefully organized over the white towel on the small wooden table.
"How—" he blinks confused, but doesn't take long to devour everything. Wow, he was probably very hungry. You wonder if he has even had lunch today.
The man goes to the bathroom and closes the door, and you hear the sound of water flowing a few moments after. You leave his room at this moment and go back to the kitchen, where you wait. It is almost torture having to sit still like that, but you do it.
When Youngbin finally emerges from the small corridor, he looks confused at the living room, and you wouldn't really expect something different. He is wearing the clothes you had separated and put over his bed, a comfortable set of sweatshirts and sweatpants. There's no way he's not weirded out by now.
You sight, afraid of his reaction, but you don't give yourself time to hesitate. You walk silently to him and hug him from behind.
"Binnie," you sweetly say to him.
"Ah!" he turns to you, expression completely shocked. "Y/N? What are you—"
You hug him again, this time facing him. You hold him tight, your arms around his waist.
"Don't say anything. I've came to cheer you up, okay?" you whisper to him and take a step back. "Go sit on the sofa. I'm going to make you some popcorn and—"
Youngbin pulls you by the waist to a warm hug.
"You don't say anything," he whispers softly. "Don't take care of me like you have done something wrong. You haven't. I have."
You say nothing. You simply didn't know how to answer.
Youngbin caresses your hair.
"I'm sorry," he says. "I'm the worst boyfriend ever."
"No, you were just stressed out that day, baby. That's it."
"That's no excuse, Y/N," he lets go of the hug and places his hands on your shoulders, his eyes looking deeply into yours. "I'm sorry," he repeats. "I'm sorry for how I've treated you, for what I've said... Put up with you?! Never! You are not a burden, you're a blessing! And if anything, you are the one who has to put up with this idiotic me, the one who needs to have a break," once again, you hold him tight against you. "I-I love you, Y/N, and I don't want to ever lose you," he lets one of his hands touch your face. "Can you forgive me?"
You smile and delicately dry the tears in his eyes with your fingers.
"I already have."
Youngbin gives you a kiss on the forehead and intertwines your fingers together.
"What about we make that popcorn? I'll watch whatever movie you want."
You laugh, heart now beating lightly in your chest.
"Alright. But now that you've said it, you can't go back on your word, okay?"
He smiles and places an arm over your shoulders.
"I wouldn't dare."
