Hai! Idk if requests are open but maybe a one shot about hyunjin related with chill?! Asgjkkdsh idk😭 ty have a nice day!
the dying star. — hwang hyunjin
pairing: hyunjin x reader
genre: hurt & angst (what's new)
warnings: break up, cold and distant hyunjin, lack of communication, they're annoying and toxic for each other
word count: 0.9k
now playing: chill by stray kids
extended note at the bottom.
— A DEAFENING SILENCE PIERCED YOUR EARS AS it settled between you and Hyunjin. Sat on opposite ends of the couch, bodies faced away the farthest they could. This was nothing new to the both of you, already accustomed to the hostility between you. The next day would be the same. A never-ending cycle of idiotic behavior followed by an argument so loud you’re sure the entire district knew of your problems. This always ended in Hyunjin opting to sleep on the couch, pretending that you weren't taking up his side of the bed. Recently, you started to grow tired of the constant arguing, often opting to cut it all short by telling him that you were going to bed.
Some nights, you’d feel the bed dip beside you, and you’d wonder if he felt bad for what happened or if his back had finally started to hurt from his hard couch. There were days when you both decided to keep it civil, mainly when either of you was in a better mood than usual. You’d go shopping together, tightly holding hands and pretending that your relationship wasn’t hanging on by a thread you were both ready to snip. Those days were the worst. Full of an awkward tension so thick that you wouldn't even look each other in the eyes. Sorrowful sighs would escape your mouth as you looked around, watching the dozens of couples walking around with genuine smiles on their faces as they engaged in conversations.
You couldn’t pinpoint the exact day that things got like this. It had started off small. You’d begun to notice how certain things about Hyunjin had started to tick you off. After a while, you just began to find him annoying. You initially thought it was simply the result of the honeymoon phase of your relationship coming to an end. And that eventually, you'd get accustomed to Hyunjin. Of course, that “eventually” never came. At that point, you had started to emotionally detach yourself from him. Soon after, you noticed how he’d become distant and cold, never engaging in any conversation you were trying to have with him.
There was a strange feeling in your stomach as you watched Hyunjin as he ate across from you. That same deafening silence started to hurt your ears as you waited for him to say it. Whatever “it” was. “I’m breaking up with you,” he began, “this is obviously not working out for us, and I should’ve done this earlier.” He never looked up from his food, only looking at your hands whenever he looked up to take a mouthful. You didn’t feel as hurt as you had expected. You didn’t feel anything at all, really. You were more than okay with Hyunjin’s decision to finally break things off, ending both of your sufferings.
Maybe you had felt a bit hurt by that. A bit wounded by the realization that you had let this relationship die before it even got a chance to live. You tried to live without regrets, but this would be one of the few in your life. “I'll give you two days to get your things. After that, please don't contact me.” You made your way to your room, immediately starting to take out your clothes. Maybe one day, when you and Hyunjin are emotionally and mentally mature, you could try this again. But for now, that wasn't an option.
It didn't take you long to get all your things together. Over the past few weeks, you had been moving your items back into your mom's house, preparing for the inevitable. As much as you hated to admit it, you'd miss Hyunjin’s place, even if all you did there was arguing. You'd miss his bed more than anything. It would always invite you in, warm and comforting, even after your worst arguments.
There had been no words exchanged between you as he walked with you to your mom's car, closing the trunk after you put in your luggage. That same awkward tension encased the both of you again as you tried to avoid eye contact. Neither of you had cried or shown any emotion through this. He shoved his hands into his pockets as you crossed your arms, “hopefully, none of this was as pointless as it seems, and we both get to learn something.”
You were glad Hyunjin hadn't tried to bid you farewell with a hug, leaving it at the last words he'd ever speak to you instead. You didn't look back as you climbed into the passenger seat, giving your mom a slight nod as you looked out of your window and into the woods that passed you. You couldn't help but let your eyes drift to the side view mirror, noticing that Hyunjin was still standing in the street, watching as your mom drove. His arm came up to give the smallest of waves before moving back into his house.
It was strange to know that you wouldn't have Hyunjin arguing for whatever his newest gripe with you was. For once in five years, you'd be able to sleep without thinking about everything he'd done wrong that day, and instead, tonight you could think of what was to come. You were glad Hyunjin had taken the initiative to do this for both of you. Sighing, you lay in your own bed this time, closing your eyes as you heard your phone ding.
EXTENDED NOTE. thank you for the request anon ^^ i'm going to go assume that you meant related to the lyrics since they're just walking around a museum in the mv 😭 sorry if this is a little sad but the song itself is kinda the same way TT
pairing: lee know x y/n
genre: hurt and angst with a happy ending!!
warnings: y/n is insecure, brief mention of sex, poor communication until its too late
word count: 2.3k
now playing: restless by bibi
— It’s no secret that Minho is a huge softie. However, it’s easy to forget when Minho tends to move in silence rather than outwardly expressing his love for people, the way Felix or Jisung do. Since Minho is an introvert, he likes to clean up after you when you’re in a hurry or send photos of your favorite flowers whenever he comes across them while he’s out for work. You learned this about him before you two even started dating, and of course, it’s something you’ve understood about him.
You were not much of a PDA type of person yourself, but sometimes you couldn’t help but ask yourself if maybe you were doing something wrong. Sometimes, you’d catch yourself wondering when Minho will cling onto you the way Jisung clings to his partner or kiss you the way Hyunjin smothers his partner in kisses before he has to start practice. At first, it only crossed your mind now and then, not bothering you as you quickly pushed it away, reminding yourself that if Minho didn’t want to, he didn’t have to. Suddenly, it was every other night that you’d lay in bed, wondering if Minho didn’t like you enough to be that way. As much as you tried, the thoughts wouldn’t go away.
Again and again, you told yourself Minho was just not the type of person to be affectionate in public, exactly the way you weren’t. So why was this bothering you so much? Soon enough, you found yourself talking to Jisung about this, explaining that you didn’t even understand why you had suddenly grown to crave some physical affection from your boyfriend. It wasn’t as if he didn’t show you he loved you. Minho always verbally reassured you he loved you and had a healthy sex life that left you both more than satisfied. So what the hell was the problem?
Jisung only quelled your confusion a tiny bit, replying that it was probably that “some people just want to feel the love sometimes,” along with a simple shrug. It made sense! Or, at least, you certainly tried to convince yourself that it did in your head. You never brought it up to Minho when you had these thoughts. You didn’t think it would change much anyway. Minho was a person who kept to himself, and you didn’t was to force a change onto him.
After almost two months of feeling this way about your relationship, you decided to distance yourself from the group to figure out if you were just jealous of how the other members were with their partners. You stopped accompanying Minho to practice as often as you used to. It made you feel guilty when Minho told you the boys asked about your absence, but you figured sooner or later you’d be able to go back since you would have figured your little situation up. Since you and Minho had been in a relationship the longest, you had essentially moved into the dorm with them, the other group members eventually inviting their partners to stay over whenever they wanted. You tried for it not to affect you, but you couldn't help but feel envious of the other couples whenever you caught Felix and his partner making out on the couch when they thought they were alone or when you’d see them walk out of their rooms with their boyfriend’s shirt on while you woke up in your PJs.
You virtually moved out after that last one. One by one, your belongings started to disappear around the dorm. Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by any of the boys, but none of them asked about it. You’d still go over anyway; you just had to check that none of the other couples were home while you were there. Minho always liked to cook with you. He loved seeing how happy it made you to know you were involved in his hobbies, but eventually, he stopped cooking around you and suggested you watch movies with him. Most of the time, this consisted of him typing away on his phone on one end of the couch as you cuddled into a pillow on the other side.
You stopped hanging out around the dorms as much after you noticed that he was never paying attention to the movies anyway. Either way, you still had your dates together. You two often tried out new restaurants without hiccups, but on the days that Minho invited you to company events, you always hesitated to accept. It wasn’t so much that you didn’t want to go, but more so the fact that you’d be around the others. The Stray Kids’ members were not the most gracious drunks. It usually led to them being tucked away in a corner dry-humping their significant other. That part wasn’t what bothered you. It was more so all the flirting that happened before that.
Minho noticed all of this, of course. He caught how you’d stare too long at Seungmin’s arms whenever he held his partner and how your smile would falter when Changbin would yell about how cute his spouse was. More than anything, Minho was perplexed by this. You both made it clear that neither of you minded the lack of public displays of affection, no matter how big or small. Minho had never seen you so upset, and it bothered him. Your thoughts and feelings meant everything to him, and the fact that you hadn’t brought up what was bothering you and instead decided to stop seeing the rest of the boys broke his heart.
It had been about a week since Minho last saw you in person. The heaviness that had taken residence on his chest had only gotten heavier since then. He didn’t know what to do at this point. Every phone call he had with you kept getting shorter and filled with awkward silences. He could feel you slipping from him and was currently pacing in his dorm living room, panicked. “I’m going out! I’ll be back in a bit!” he yelled to his dorm mates. Before Jeongin could reply with a quick ‘ok,’ Minho was out the door and over in the other member’s living room.
Minho felt the last bit of his broken heart shatter when he laid his eyes on your crying figure in Jisung’s arms. He stood frozen as you pulled away from Jisung and walked into the kitchen as quickly as you could with blurry vision. Jisung talked in a hushed tone to not wake the sleeping members, “you need to talk. I’ll let you guys have some privacy.” Before Jisung had even turned his back fully on him, Minho was making his way into the kitchen.
He didn’t know what to do with himself, standing behind you as you wiped your eyes with a napkin. He merely watched as your body slowly stopped trembling, “I’m sorry.” He heard alarms go off in his head as he heard you sniffle, “I don’t know why I’ve been feeling like this. I tried not to be annoying. Instead, I tried to suppress these feelings, but I still can’t stop them from appearing. I feel our relationship is falling apart because of me, and I don’t know how to fix it.” Minho felt his heart break all over again when you turned to look at him with wet eyes and trembling lips, “I think we should break up.”
The man unexpectedly pulled you into his arms, surprising you both with his actions, “please, don't say that,” he whispered into your shoulder as you broke down again into his chest. You never wanted to do this; Minho was your person, and you couldn’t ever imagine losing him, much less over something like his ways of saying I love you. Minho felt his throat close up as he felt your arms wrap around his torso, finally hugging him back. He tried to blink away the tears that had begun to build up in his eyes, “can you please tell me what this is all about? I can’t lose you, y/n.”
Minho pulled himself away from you, grabbing a napkin to wipe your eyes and nose, “please, baby. You know you can talk to me about anything.” His hand coming up to bring your gaze to his, “are you calm enough to talk?” He watched your face as you took a deep breath, nodding your head, “please don’t laugh at me.” He snorted at your request, amused with how cute you could be in a moment like this. “I can’t promise I won’t,” he smiled down at you as you whined, burying your head into his chest again. Minho had never seen you like this. He knew you prided yourself on being able to handle situations maturely and didn’t ever think there would ever be a day when you’d be cuddling yourself into him.
He didn’t mind this change, of course. Although your hugs were far and few, he enjoyed every single one. He patted your head as you looked back up at him, “okay, baby. I’ll try not to laugh.” He felt a vibration run through his chest and heard you mumble something. His eyebrows scrunched as he chuckled, “you’re going to have to bring your head up if you want me to actually understand you, yknow?” He felt you sigh into his chest, letting your arms fall to your side as you looked up, “I want you to kiss me.” Minho had never been so confused in his life.
“I do kiss you, y/n,” he deadpanned.
“Not the way the other members kiss their significant others,” he heard you trail off as you looked at your hands. So that’s what this was about; he was right. Minho let out a sigh as he unwrapped his arms from you, bringing them both up to cup your cheeks. He noticed how your ears had turned warm as you closed your eyes. A smirk spread across his lips as he brought them closer to yours. He felt your breath fan against his lips as he closed his own eyes, abruptly moving to kiss your forehead instead. He laughed as you lightly punched his chest, whining at him for being such a tease.
He threw his head back as he let out a loud laugh, “I’m sorry, y/n. You're just so easy to tease!” Minho pulled you back into his chest when he noticed your pout, his heart bursting as he wondered how you could be so cute. He moved your hair out of the way as he smiled down at you, “what’s this about?” He kissed your forehead again, this time much more tenderly, as he waited for your response.
“This, I guess.”
His head tilted to the side as he tried to decipher what you had meant, “me teasing you..?” He felt bad as you sighed into him again. “I just,” he watched as you tried to formulate the sentence in your head, “I’d like it if you showed me you loved me in this way more often.” Minho smiled sadly as he listened to you, “baby, why didn’t you just ask me instead of trying to break up with me?” He felt guilty as he realized that he should’ve asked you what was wrong instead of staying quiet this entire time. “I don’t know. You had always expressed that you aren’t too fond of public displays of affection before we started dating,” he watched as your eyes began to water again, “and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or like you had to change something just to make me happy.” Minho looked away as his eyes welled up with tears again, taking one of his arms off you to wipe them away.
“I’ll always be willing to try something if it means it’ll make you happy, y/n.”
He smiled as you whined again, heavy tears rolling down your cheeks, “stop being so sappy! It’s making me cry!” Minho wiped your tears away as he leaned in again. His breath hitched as he closed his eyes first, this time. He let out a whine of his own as he slowly kissed you. He pulled back in shock and embarrassment, feeling his ears turn hot from what had just happened. It was now your turn to laugh at him, finding it cute. “Please don’t tell anyone about that,” he pleaded as a Han Jisung burst through the swinging door. “Maybe she won’t, but I definitely will!” Jisung doubled over in laughter as he pointed at Minho. He yelled out as he chased Jisung through his house, not caring about the other members sleeping.
The next time Minho met with you is during a practice he invited you to join. As soon as you stepped through the practice room door, he picked you up bridal style, carrying you around the room as he clamored on about how much he loved you as the other boys laughed. Once he felt satisfied, Minho placed you down, pulling you closer to him. “Min, when I told you I wanted PDA this is not what I meant,” you laughed. “Oh, then what about something like this?”
Before he could let you process his question, his hand was bringing your chin up to kiss him. He felt you smile into the kiss as he heard the rest of his group members cheer from behind you, his heart fluttering in his chest. He felt his body get hot as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. “Min! Not here!” You yelped as you pulled away, swatting at his shoulder in the process. He laughed as his ears burned a bright red, “I thought this is what you wanted?”
“I wanted you to be cute!” “I am being cute, y/n!”
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