cravity reaction to their drunk s/o confessing that they had cheated.
— requested! ✧ hyung line + wonjin, angst, 912 words
— tw: indications and mentions of cheating and drinking
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— a/n: this was a request from my previous blog and i saw my drafts for this, decided to continue and post it.
at your drunken state you’ve failed to lift yourself up, serim was carrying you on his back. you were already near your apartment when a confession slipped out of your lips. but no, it wasn’t the kind that would send flutters in the stomach or make one's heart race in joy.
“you what?” serim’s feet transitioned from slow steps to an actual stop, but he didn’t let go of you. it was like a knife had cut through, the air rather too sharp to be inhaled.
the calmness he had when he resumed walking, he was surprised by it himself. how can he be so calm when he just heard that you’ve been going out with another guy for almost a month now? he let go of a sigh as if that could release his chest from the tight feeling that hugged it.
serim wished what he heard was not true. his mind adamant in rejecting it, he kept on trying to deny it.
allen was washing your face, trying to make you feel better after your stomach had flipped over the amount of alcohol you had. he was drying up your face when you confessed to him how it has been quite a while since you started dating someone else while still having a relationship with him.
his hands froze for a moment, trying to keep himself calm. however, it was a futile attempt to do so. with emotions— anger, betrayal, and hurt— rushing in all at once, his expression tightened, gaze sharper than the usual. he resumed wiping your face. and when he saw the tears in your eyes, he opted not to wipe it. quite the opposite of how he’d usually held you close to him whenever you’re down and how he’d be quick to wipe your tears.
placing your towel on the rack, allen straightened up. a few words said. “i need to go home.”
before you can even collect yourself to reply and properly apologize, allen had already left.
jungmo fetched you as soon as your friends called him. he was driving you home when you started muttering things. on your half-awake drunken stupor, among the incoherent ramblings one stood out. “what will i do if jungmo finds out?”
the question didn’t come to jungmo as something silly, rather it carried an impactful hit. “find out what?”
“that i’ve been going out with someone else for over a month…” your voice trailed as you passed out.
unable to let go of any verbal response and failing to even look at you, he stopped the car. fingers tapping on the steering wheels, he let the situation sink in. as soon as he did, various emotions came to him as big waves.
the vehicle suddenly became suffocating and jungmo urged himself to get out. it was followed by him calling a taxi and supporting you to move from his car to the other vehicle. he wasn’t ready to face you today, and he might never be able to do so even in the next few days.
woobin woke up with you knocking on his door in the middle of the night. his drowsiness faded as soon as he opened the door and found your current state. drunk and teary-eyed.
“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.” with guilt swallowing you up, you continuously muttered apologies. the ounce of guilt becoming heavier instead of getting lighter as you speak.
your state confused woobin, enough for him to feel concerned. he held you in his arms, a light hug, trying to ease you. “what are you talking about, mhm?”
“i’m so sorry. i’m really sorry woobin.” you burst with more tears. “i’ve been going out with a senior from my department.”
his face grew stiff as the former concern he had was soon washed out by betrayal and anger. he was silent for a moment, trying to navigate his words out of your words.
“leave,” said woobin as he let go of you.
“i said leave,” woobin reiterated with a stern look. regardless of how many apologies were to be directed to him, his mind was only flooded by one thing: you cheated and you meant it. “we’re over.”
late at night, wonjin was woken up by the continuous buzz on his phone— your name flashing through the screen as you called him. he was quick to pick it up. hearing your voice, he had already figured out that you were drunk, even leaving some light remarks about it and asking if you want him to fetch you. w
what you said next was something he didn’t expect though.
“wonjin, i’m sorry.” your line was silent for a moment before you resumed. “i’ve been going out with another person for weeks.”
his reaction was a bit odd. it wasn’t the usual wonjin who would bicker with you until the end of the world over the silliest things. he was quiet, trying to allow your confession to sink in. a question ran in his head continuously. was i not good enough?
“i’m so sorry wonjin.” it flowed past his ears only to melt, leaving no marks. like a whisper to an empty space.
“i’m dropping the call.” wonjin tried to be as calm as he can, his voice however betrayed him with it cracking in the end. the next thing you heard was the beeps coming from an ended call.