angst w happy ending, messy break up, miscommunication
the door opened slowly, blonde hair peeking in. chan came home expecting to see you waiting for him on the couch as always but was instead greeted by a dark room and cold silence.
weird.. he thought to himself. maybe you were just tired and went to bed. yeah, like you would always do lately..
he can't lie, he missed you waiting for him on the couch, a blanket draped over your body as you tried your hardest to focus on whatever was playing on the tv.
the way that your sleepiness would instantly disappear the moment you saw him, you immediately springing from your laying positions to greet him with a warm hug.
in fact, he noticed how your hugs had become shorter as if you were forcing your arms to wrap around him. the warmth you used to radiate is now gone.
he also noticed how your kiss which was filled with love and passion was now nothing but a quick peck on his lips.
chan splashed his face with water, trying to rid himself off of the negative thoughts. it's normal for every relationship to have its ups and downs. this will only be a temporary obstacle in your relationship.
lately, he's been forced to work overtime causing him to come home later than usual. his work also has been piling up, from one piece of paperwork to another.
chan let out a loud sigh as he shut the door closed, wanting nothing more than to lay in bed and sleep all day long.
he wasn't expecting you to be there waiting for him, yet a small part of him still expects you to be there waiting for him.
he walked through the cold hallway, his hands twitching to get hold of you in his arms. god, he missed your warmth.
yesterday you were suddenly so.. loving with him. his fear was proven wrong as he realized that maybe he was just being overdramatic.
you even gave him a sincere and long hug after weeks of seemingly insincere ones, spouting about how much you love him, to the moon and back.
however, he was shocked to not find you on the bed dozing off. weird.. its fine, you're probably just in the bathroom right? he stormed off to your shared bathroom to find you also not there.
he tries not to overthink, his hand immediately grabbing his phone to dial you up. maybe you just went to the nearby convenience store.
only for his fears to worsen when he saw how he had been blocked by you.
he immediately searched the whole house for you, just now noticing how most of your stuff is already gone. " no no no.. oh god. i fucked up. "
the grandeur hall was filled with people with status and wealth. their clothing and their mannerisms already proved that they were a level above.
each of them all held their bidder number, hands itching to take home the next prize that was soon to come.
finally, a big painting rolled out, all eyes focused on it.
" ladies and gentlemen, this is out last item of the day. this is one of yn ln's precious new work! with this being the last one sold for this specific collection. "
the massive painting revealed an abstract drawing of two figures hugging, one's face was buried into the other's neck, with his broad shoulder facing the viewer.
you watched from the balcony above, swirling your champagne. a sad look in your eyes as you think back about the inspiration for the painting.
it was an abstract depiction of the last hug you and your past lover shared. he was also your very first and last lover.
the painting was mainly blue and white, to resemble the somber mood. though you added in a few golden touches.. a sense of hope that one day the two of you could start over.
after the breakup, you still very vividly remember how he asked you for one last hug before you went. he clung to you like a koala, knowing if he let go he would lose you.
you originally didn't intend to sell the painting, wanting to just let it rot in your studio. though you couldn't handle seeing that massive painting every time you were in your studio.
after that breakup you decided to move back to australia, opting to focus on your painting career and building a name for yourself.
and after blood, sweat, and tears here you are. wealthy scums all itching to buy your painting, no matter how overpriced it was.
you took a sip from your glass as you watched your favorite part, the bidding.
" 3.5 million! ", it started off strong.
" 5 million! " one chimed.
" 10 million! " and another.
today was a bit more competitive than the other days, every one of them determined to get that painting of yours.
the biddings went on till a woman bid 50 million. moments when on, no other bidders put up a fight as if they feigned defeat.
gasps and murmurs could be heard from around the room. you nearly spat your drink out when you heard that.
no way was someone willing to spend 70 million on a random painting that only you and maybe your ex would understand. unless..
" ..then it's sold to mr. christopher bahng for 70 million! "
applause filled the room but that was all muffled as you could only focus on the man down below. your mouth was agape as your champagne glass slowly started slipping from your hand.
after all these years you never expected to see him again. much less buying a painting about both of your tragic endings.
the sound of glass shattering shocked the audience as they all clutched their pearls in fear a thief broke in.
but soon they began clapping again once they saw you, the artist themself, standing above them with a shocked look.
you quickly composed yourself and tried to play along, giving courtesy to the crowd.
yet your eyes were locked onto one person only. the very man who bought your painting.
he also applauded you while giving you that same gentle smile he would always give to you.
you quickly exited the room, needing a breath of fresh air to refresh your cluttered mind. he was back in australia and had just purchased one of your pieces.
the very man you've been avoiding.
after all this year of you healing and focusing on yourself, just for him to show up again. but were you really healed?
your mind still wonder back to him no mater what. no matter how long time passed his face kept appearing in your head. the bittersweet memories of your relationship replaying like a broken record.
" ugh fuck. do i have to attend the after party with him in it..? "
christopher banhg was the only thing on your mind that night.
you dreaded coming to the after-party in general. the thought of having to entertain thos rich snobs for hours on end just did not seem appealing at all. and add your ex into the mix and congrats, your head feels like it's about to burst open!
but you can't lie about how your heart beats faster whenever you think of meeting him. just the sheer thought of stumbling into him gets your heart racing and you dont know if its in a good way or the bad way.
you tugged on your clothing, sweat already starting to form from how nervous you were. you fixed your hair and fixed the makeup on your face.
you usually never really tried this hard when going to an after party but here you were. all dolled up just because your ex was here.
' it's okay. you're just doing this because someone paid 70 million for your work.. that's a pretty high price for something you originally wanted to throw away. '
a stuffed smile plastered on your face as you conversed with random people. the ladies' hands touching you all over without consent.
all you wanted to do was go home and lay in your bed. yet you know you can't go back because you haven't seen hum yet.
" today's auction was another successful one, yn! " you bowed your head in response. " of course. with loyal bidders like you all my works are bound to sell with a high price. " laughters was shared among the patrons from your comment.
" yes yes, we will loyally wait for your next bid. "
your cheeks were starting to hurt from straining a smile all night long, maybe he didn't even come to the after-party. maybe you were just delusional.
an all too familiar laughter was heard behind you.
your head spun around way too fast for your own liking.
your eyes intertwined with his after god knows how long. you took in his features and realized he looked all the same. the only thing that changed was his hair and how he looked older and somehow more attractive.
" oh mr bahng! i didn't take you for a bidder. especially on that would spend 70 million in a night alone. " one of the men spoke. he chuckled, his dimples showing while shrugging. " pocket change. "
you were standing before him and the rest of the group, the random ladies still latching onto you. you tried to take this chance as an escape.
you nudged their hands off of you, " well, i will get going now. still have others to entertain. " a nod of understanding were sent to you. you tried to rush past him, only for him to hold onto your wrist.
" a word with the artist? "
you guided him to the second floor that's only accessible to you and some of your staff. you presented him with your favorite spot in there, the balcony.
it offers a breathtaking view of the night sky, with stars sprinkled in the dark blanket. below it was the city lighting up the night. further proving how the city doesn't sleep at night.
he stood behind you, gathering up what to say to you. you yourself didn't even know what to say to him. all those countless nights spent thinking about him just for you to not be able to look at him in the eyes.
" i see your career's going well.. i've always known you'd make it big. " a soft smirk crept up on your face. god he's still the same, isn't he?
" well look at you now mister big shot. " you finally had the courage to turn around to look at him in the eyes and oh, you might get lost in them. the breathtaking view of the night sky could never compete with his eyes.
bang chan stared at you in silence, his dimples poking through his milky white cheeks. he never forgot what you looked like since the day you left him, clinging onto whatever's left of you as if his life depended on it.
the two of you stared at each other, anticipating breath. both of you were twitching to ravage one another but you knew it was so so wrong, yet so tempting.
that is until you crashed your lips onto his, perfectly molding into his. it was as if it found its long-lost home again, so foreign yet so familiar.
his hands immediately found their way onto your waist, your hands snaking around his back and onto his neck. you gripped him as if he would disappear if you were to let go. who knows maybe he might.
time went by so slowly, as if the earth stopped spinning just for this moment alone.
you pulled back first, drowning yourself in oxygen. you didn't even know what to say to him, only holding him close as you breathed in his scent.
so this might be my last kpop fic on this acc but idk yet since i still have one last one in my draft that i might post but here's a sneak peak to my writing for the new followers uwu
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