“i blame it on your love everytime i f**k it up” - whc x reader angst-fluff (scenario)
synopsis: the weak hero characters being wrong and upsetting you and how they make up/alologize. angst to fluff. sappy couple stuff. characters: sieun, suho, juntae, gotak, humin, seongje, baekjin
warnings: gn reader, swearing, crying, kissing, yelling, injury, violence (not on reader), slightly suggestive in one part
“fine then, i won’t waste your time.”
were the last words you bitterly uttered to him before walking away. the door of his apartment slamming shut with enough force that it shook the walls as if there was a minor earthquake. the remainder of what you had left of yourself in his apartment was the bracelet you had made for him.
sieun sighed, the heat of anger cooling down into remorse.
you had showed up to surprise him for getting a 100 on algebra his midterm exam with a gift in your hand, expecting sieun to be happy to see you. but when you happily stepped into his apartment without much of a thought, sieun had scolded you for showing up unannounced. he claimed you interrupted his studies, as he still had remaining exams to take the following couple of days.
a frown drew on your face upon seeing him rub his temple and sigh. clearly irritated by you. your heart cracked slightly, but you smiled regardless, hoping you could lighten the mood by showing him the present you put time and effort to make.
three days. it took you three long days of planning to make him a bracelet that was comfortable enough for him to wear. just the right colour, just the right materials.
but you received just the wrong reaction.
“sieun, look i made you this bracelet!” you beamed, pulling it out of a velvet pouch, dangling the peace in front of him.
sieun turned away, lightly pushing it aside with another sigh as if he were fed up with you. you frowned, bringing it up to his face again. the second time around, he swatted you away, making you step back with a look of surprise.
“you don’t like it?” you asked, excitement running down.
“it’s nothing like that,” he grumbled, “i just have a lot to study and revise but you’re distracting me— showing up unannounced. i can’t waste a single second during these important times.”
“so i’m wasting your time by showing up and giving you a gift?” your tone dropped from somber to straight up betrayed.
“i didn’t say that.” he replied sternly, speaking hastily like he didn’t have the time for this.
you spoke lowly, “i get that you’re busy with exams but treating me like i’m a waste of your time isn’t fair. and also, i never complain when you show up unannounced. this isn’t fair.”
he answered, “look, i have to study, i will call you lat—“
he couldn’t finish his sentence. you were out the door. out into the rain. leaving sieun and his bracelet behind.
he gaped, suddenly hyper aware that what he did was so very wrong. and letting you walk out would kill him from the inside and out with guilt.
guilt felt like venom, intoxicating his veins, quickening his pulse as if it were leaping within his skin.
bolting through the doors of his apartment, sieun prayed with clenched knuckles to be able to catch you. the rain blurred his field of vision, making it hard for him to see what was ahead of him. dark clouds loomed over his head, engulfing him into what felt like the reflection of his mind— thundering and a total chaos filled with regret. footsteps splashed through puddles as he ran down the street leading to your house.
the heavy downpour had soaked him within seconds of being out. he panted, ignoring the exhaustion thrumming in his chest as he feverishly looked around, searching for you. catching his breath. he remembered the sadness take over your excitement earlier. a stab to his chest.
why was i so mean? he cursed at himself.
no response. he walked farther ahead.
a thunder crashed. he kept on walking.
“y/n!” his voice came out broken like a cry. desperate to be able to hear you call him back.
voice nearing from the distance, “sieun?”
he turned around, heart racing rapidly in his chest. to his relief, you had an umbrella, completely dry. you looked concerned as you walked closer to your soaking wet boyfriend.
“sieun what the hell?” you pulled him by the arm, closer to you until he was under the umbrella, standing with you arm-in-arm.
“y/n, im sorry,” he spoke breathlessly, looking at you with glossy eyes, “i was mean.”
he hadn’t noticed the redness around your until he stepped closer. you were crying.
“you were mean.” you sniffled, still nice enough to wipe down his forehead with the sleeve of your hoodie.
“i was so busy with studying, i made you feel like you weren’t worth my time. im sorry. you know you’re worth every second.” he continued, leaning into your touch, “and i love when you show up unannounced. i was so stressed with everything i took it out on you and that doesn’t excuse my behaviour.”
“can you please come back? let me redo this, please?” he pleaded, eyes glassy.
“you’re not gonna be an ass this time?” you asked, quickly rubbing the tears away from your eyes.
“i won’t. i promise.” he said and he meant it.
“by the way, the bracelet you made me…it’s amazing.” he scratched the back of his neck to ease the tense air.
“you think so?” you hummed, a smile creeping its way on your face when he showed you his wrist decorated with your work.
he looked pleased, eyeing his bracelet with adoration, “this will be my lucky charm for the exam.”
he sounded deadpan and serious, you didn’t bother to poke fun at him or question the fact that he wasn’t all that believing when it came to that kind of stuff. instead, you wrapped your arms around his, walking along.
“what is your issue?” suho sighed gruffly, watching you with a questioning glare in his eyes.
“i told you to grab the blue ones, not the pink ones!” you argued, pointing at the bag full pink balloons.
“i don’t see the problem here, babe.” he shrugged carelessly, lollipop in his mouth.
a groan escaped your lips hearing how unbothered he sounded.
you had planned out a birthday party for a close friend. hours went into planning, from the decorations to the snacks, to even specific songs you’d have blasting on speakers. now, you were running out of time, with only an hour left to blow the balloons. but you were met with a huge blunder because of suho’s lack of attentiveness.
hurt and disappointed and frankly, exhausted from doing all the work. you hunched against the wall, staring bitterly at the bag of balloons.
“you seriously don’t see the problem? the whole theme of this party is meant to be ocean themed. the ocean ain’t fucking pink!” you raised your voice, making suho stumble back on his seat in fear, “i’ve been here since 7 in the morning— decorating everything and running around and when i tell you to do something, you don’t even do it properly. suho, you were literally on your phone when i was giving instructions.”
“okay, calm down, how bout’ i quickly run to the store and grab the blue balloons and i’ll inflate them all for you so you can get some rest. how does that sound, hmm?” he sounded like a father trying to cheer up a child after it got injured.
it didn’t make you feel any better. his indifference and unbothered attitude made you feel worse. you turned your back to him to leave. a tear you had been fighting to hold back slipped down you cheek. you turned away to sniffle and hide the fact that you were right on the verge of a break down.
suho, stepped closer, realizing that you were actually upset.
“forget it. i’ll get it myself.” you said, voice wavering.
suho frowned, seeing you give up on him. he grabbed your wrist to stop you from leaving. he stood watching you, your hair and clothes a mess. regret ran down his body, making his eyes soften up. you looked exhausted and disheveled from putting in so much effort. more tears flowed down, your lips wobbling as you stared at him.
the guilt of his inattentive attitude and the result of it made suho bite the inside of his cheek. he sighed, pulling you back into the room until he was hugging you into his chest. immediately, you gave in, the tug of exhaustion melting you tight into his touch. you didn’t hold him back, though— you just stood there, arms folded over your chest as you quietly sobbed.
“let me make things right. we don’t have much time and you know how good i am at speed running this…uh…balloon stuff.” he fumbled his words, scared at the glare you gave him but a low chuckled scratched your throat, breaking down your broken facade.
“if you’re late by even a minute i’ll slice your nose off,” you threatened, wiping away tears and snot with the back of your sleeve. suho made a horrified expression, covering his nose with both his hands in defense, turning away from you.
you smacked him on the back, urging him forward. he hurriedly grabbed his jacket, opening the door the leave.
for a short moment, suho stuck his head back into the party room to look at you— your arms still crossed over your chest while you tapped your foot on the ground impatiently. you raised a brow at him, looking down at the imaginary watch on your wrist, you tapped it. indicating that he needed to hurry. your tear stained face turning into something more demanding— a little sexy too.
“clocks ticking, suho.” you reminded, voice still monotone.
within a matter of seconds he was out the door and back with the right colour of balloons and your favorite drink in one hand. surprised, you took both items into your hands, looking at the now feeble looking man in front of you. he watched intently, waiting for you to yell and swear at him but instead you put the balloon and the drink on the table to stride over to him.
he closed his eyes, anticipating an angry outburst but instead he was caught by surprise when you kissed him on the nose, “if you can inflate all these balloons in the next 20 minutes, i will spare your nose and even…give you a kiss.”
no next words were needed, suho was on the ground with a balloon in his mouth, puffing out all the air he had his lungs into the blue piece of rubber. you watched, satisfied. sipping on your drink while leaning against the wall.
at last, he was done. suho managed to blow every single one of the balloons in the bag and even taped them on the wall, adding dolphin and shark stickers along with them. he turned towards you for approval every few minutes as you instructed him, sitting on a chair with your legs crossed.
he jumped off the ladder, showing off to you with a proud smile on his cheek. you nodded, impressed earning a ‘yes!’ from him.
“does this mean my nose is spared, boss?” he leaned closer.
“i think so…” you breathed, inching closer to kiss him on the lips.
“hey guys!” your friend’s voice interrupted the moment, causing you and suho to shoot your heads towards the door, looking up awkwardly.
“what a cock blocker.” suho muttered under his breath.
the sound of sneakers squeaking and balls bouncing on the gymnasium floor echoed. your eyes stuck to gotak who had been training tirelessly for the last one week because his basketball team would play against a rival school. he had become serious since the announcement, isolating himself in the gym to workout.
no one bothered to tell him to take a break nor to take it easy. as his partner, you had to taken it upon yourself to bring him down. you could tell, he had been overworking himself.
the bags under his eyes dark and that familiar slump in his shoulders reserved for when he was tired. you had been watching him in the doorway of the gymnasium for the last ten minutes but gotak had been too engrossed in bouncing the ball and shooting it to notice you standing there.
you cleared your throat, calling out to him, “how’s practice?!”
he turned, sweat gleaming on his forehead, raven strands of hair sticking to it in pieces. he let out an exhausted huff, jogging over to you sloppily. if he pushed himself any longer, you were certain he would faint and not make it to the game.
“when did you get here?” he asked, placing his hands on his knees to catch his breath.
“ten minutes ago. you didn’t even notice me.” you teased, nudging him, he winced clearly weak.
“i gotta practice as much as i can. the upcoming game is an important one.” he said while wiping the sweat off his forehead with a towel he found on the floor.
“practice is great but so is getting enough rest. have you been sleeping okay?” you raised a brow stepping closer to him to observe his beaten-down face, “you look like a zombie, go.”
“i’m getting plenty of sleep,” he turned away, stretching his neck, “you don’t need to worry, i’m okay.”
as he was about to turn around to grab a ball from the ground, he groaned, an ache punching at his weak knee. he crouched down, slouching over to clutch on the area of pain. gotak hissed, cussing to himself as he forced himself back up. when he stood, his balance clearly seemed off, stumbling and not walking straight.
you couldn’t watch him like this anymore— grabbing him by the arm to give him support.
“you’re clearly not okay.” you complained, concern lacing your voice as you guided him to a wall he could lean against.
“it’s just a cramp. i’ll be fine.” he gently moved your hand away from his arm, but the masked pain in his eyes looked so clear you shook your head, gripping his arm.
“no. gotak. you are not.” you snapped sternly, “you’re over exerting yourself. you have been for the past one week and thats not good for you. have you seen yourself? you can’t even walk in a straight line, babe, you need to rest. please.”
“you don’t get it.” he muttered, turning his head to meet your gaze, “i have to work ten times harder than everybody else because i have this weak knee. i can’t waste a single second slacking off. so stop acting like you know what im going through because you don’t. and just let me be!”
“gotak…” gloom coated your voice so thick it sounded as if it were drowned out by all the other thoughts in gotak’s head that screamed at him to stop speaking anymore hurtful words.
his tongue worked faster than his mind, “and stop lecturing me about sleep and rest. i get plenty. it’s getting really annoying.”
“so caring for you is annoying now?” your voice cracked as you took a step back in utter disbelief and hurt.
“i didn’t—“ he sighed, putting a palm on his forehead.
“whatever. if you wanna keep pushing yourself so hard then go for it. i was worried about you but clearly that’s a crime now.” your voice sounded bitter like venom, pricking gotak’s skin till it burned him with guilt.
your hurt eyes made his heart jump out of his chest and he knew then, that he was wrong for lashing out on you.
“wait— baby, i didn’t mean it like that.” gotak called out as you started to walk away from him out the gym.
he followed, desperation so deep in his bones, the energy he had lost from practicing came right back.
“y/n, wait!” he said grabbing your shoulder, tugging you till you turned to face him.
gotak’s heart broke; your face was soaked with tears. nostril flaring as you avoided looking into his eyes. you couldn’t stand him in the moment, it hurt too much.
“i’m so sorry. i was harsh for no reason.” he placed his hands on your shoulders, hoping it would hold you firm, but your gaze was away from him— somewhere far and distant.
“i know you’re worried about me and that means so much— fuck— I’m so sorry— i got mad because you’re right. i am exhausted and i haven’t gotten much sleep. i just— i just don’t wanna fall behind. my knee already makes it fucking hard for me already.”
a beat passed. then another. you blinked away your tears, sniffling quietly as you stared down at his knees and then up at his slumped shoulders. his throat bobbed in anticipation as he waited and waited for a response. scared you’d walk away.
“i know how hard it is to have a bad knee as an athlete and i know you feel left behind, gotak. but i know and you know more than i do that you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.” you started, ignoring the lodge stuck in your throat.
you continued, “and you know what else i know? you’re a damn good player.”
“y-you think so?” his voice mellowed from desperate to sheepish, taking your compliment like a treat.
“i know so.” you nodded, “good players know their limits and know when to stop. right, hyuntak?”
“right, y/n.” he sighed, taking your hands into his, he lowered his head to kiss your knuckles and then each finger, one by one.
he didn’t stop until he kissed all ten fingers, pink blush bright on his flushed face. next, he kissed your wrists and then your palms, inhaling the scent of your hands with a kind of longing that a solider would have for their lover that they reunited after years of war. he leaned into your warmth, letting himself finally acknowledge his limits. you pet him on the head, running your hand down his jaw to kiss him on the cheek. moving closer, gotak rested his forehead on your shoulder, inhaling your scent with a hum. your fingers found the back of his head, scratching and massaging it— earning soft sighs from sweaty gotak who was glued to you.
“i forgive you.” you whispered, pulling away to lace your fingers with his clammy ones, “let’s go wash up and take a nap.”
“could we, maybe, cuddle?” he asked shyly, lazily following after you without protesting.
“we can.” you winked, pulling his arm over your shoulders.
you rubbed your temple, exhausted from an excruciatingly long day at school. assigned cleaning duties, you had taken it upon yourself to clean the entire classroom as no one else in your group showed up on this very day. leaving you alone to do everything on your own.
you padded towards the couch where juntae sat comfortably, waiting for you to cuddle up into him.
“how was your day?” juntae asked, pulling you into a warm embrace.
you immediately melted in, squeezing your cheek against his chest, “exhausting. i could sleep for a week straight.”
“that bad?” he asked sheepishly, combing his fingers through your hair.
“mhm, no one in my group showed up and i had to do everything by myself,” you complained.
“couldn’t have been that bad…” juntae drawled, tracing circles on your back, unaware of the tenseness in your shoulders.
“i’m serious,” you groaned, “i had to move all the desks by myself and then sweep and mop the floor. after that, i had to clean all the windows and wipe the boards. i had to stay back until the janitor told me to go home.”
juntae smiled, not picking up on the fact that you were actually upset, “don’t you think you’re complaining too much, love?”
“complaining?” you shot up, rolling your eyes, “why don’t you try doing it after a long day?”
juntae immediately reacted, pulling you back into his arms with wide eyes, “i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i know it must’ve been hard.”
“hmph.” you whined, irritated at your boyfriend.
“let me give you a nice massage,” he proposed, hoping you wouldn’t turn him down with your bitter mood, “after that, i’ll make you whatever you want to eat.”
at that, you perked up with a smile on your face. juntae smiled back, relieved you weren’t too mad at him.
“so i get to sit back and do nothing, right?” you asked, getting up so that juntae could roll up his sleeves, readying himself to give you the greatest massage of your entire life.
“of course,” he said, pointing for you to lay on your stomach on the couch as he got up, “all you need to do is relax and close your eyes.”
“this is bad, juntae,” you mumbled against the couch, “i’m going to get way too used to this.”
“heh…i don’t mind,” he scratched his head with a shy grin.
that massage was so good you woke up the next morning feeling like a brand new person.
humin was running late to the plans he made with you for the entire day. you were to meetup in front of a supermarket early in the morning but he had missed his alarm.
he ran around the house with a toothbrush stuffed into his mouth, tripping over his trousers and scattered clothes. he looked at the watch and gasped, sprinting to the bathroom the spit out the watery toothpaste on the sink. with a loud smack, humin hit himself awake.
you waited, looking down at your phone to read the time every now and then. knowing humin, you were certain that he was running late. imagining him fumbling through his room like an idiot, you giggled to yourself shaking your head when two guys around your age approached you.
“hey, uh, could you please point us to where the bowling alley is?” one asked, hands in his pocket. although he looked intimidating he spoke gently with manners.
“yeah, so if you turn right from here, you just have to walk straight for a couple minutes and then you’ll see an underpass that goes through an alleyway. keep walking and turn left, you’ll see the bowling alley.” you instructed, using your hands to point in the directions they needed to take.
“is that the shortcut?” the other one asked, looking even more intimidating with a tall stature and deep voice but he smiled, easing away your nerves.
you nodded, “yeah, the other way takes like twenty minutes.”
“nice, thanks a ton.” the first guy spoke, tapping for his friend to start walking.
“thank you.” the other added, walking ahead.
they waved goodbye and you waved back smiling and nodding. your eyes trailed to a familiar figure approaching you from the side. it was humin, looking at you wide-eyed. gaze full of concern as he stomped towards you protectively. stepping between you and the two guys who were already out of your sight.
he grabbed your shoulder, touching your face, observing all over.
“are you okay? did they do something to you?!” humin asked breathlessly, touching your arms and tilting your head for any signs of injury.
you dodged him, stepping backwards, “what? no. i just gave them directions. why would they hurt me?”
“because!” he snapped, causing you to flinch, “those guys are from the union. i clearly told you to stay away from them.”
“how was i supposed to know? you hardly tell me anything about this ‘union’.” you shrugged, not bothered as much.
“you need to take this seriously. those guys are dangerous.” humin seethed, voice deep with frustration.
“take it easy, humin.” you waved your hands up and down for him to cool, “they were harmless.”
“no!” he yelled, you gaped dumbfounded at his outburst, “you have to do as i say!”
“don’t shout at me.” you warned, “you can’t expect me to be paranoid of every person in this neighborhood just because of some ‘union’ you won’t even tell me about.”
humin’s gaze lowered, realizing he was raising his voice at you. the fury in his eyes turned to regret as he looked at you. your expression thrown off and irritated.
“fuck,” he muttered under his breath, “i’m sorry, sweetheart, i didn’t mean to yell at you like that.”
you glared shards of ice at him, crossing your arms over your chest.
wilting like a flower, humin’s posture slumped in defeat. he came up closer, moping and staring at you puppy-eyed. begging for you to just look at him, but you jutted your jaw, looking elsewhere. petty as it was, you still were upset with him for acting out. all you did was help out someone but in return you got yelled at. it was supposed to be a fun date. you were supposed to be smiling, not frowning.
“baby, please, look at me.” humin tugged at your sleeve, hoping to meet your eyes.
“please? i’m sorry for yelling at you. i didn’t mean to get so heated.” he pleaded, his voice ending in a whine.
“don’t do that again,” finally, you looked at him, heart thudding the closer he came to your face.
“i won’t, i wont,” he whispered, leaning down mere centimeters from your face.
“good…” you answered breathily.
you closed your eyes, allowing him to softly kiss you on the lips. it lasted for a long, hungry moment— both of you just standing there in each other’s warmth. humin pulled away to rest his forehead on yours.
“i was just worried about you” he uttered, breath warm against your face.
“i know, humin.” you responded, “that means so much.”
he took your hands, pulling away, “and about the union…it’s a long story.”
“well…have all day.” you let him tangle his fingers with yours, starting to walk.
“okay so it started back in elementary school…”
he told you everything on your bus ride to the theme park, resting his head on your shoulders. much more clingier than usual. scared that you’d get mad and run away again. however, you listened intently. internally noting to be more careful when speaking to some of the guys in your area. now more aware of the union.
he promised you this wouldn’t happen again. you had held onto his pinky a little longer, hoping— praying he’d keep his promise. but he didn’t.
after a fight with some thugs, you made seongje promise not to hurt innocent, uninvolved people. and he was doing so good. barely getting into fights, barely getting into trouble. you were relieved that you wouldn’t have to worry about him getting caught up in fights anymore.
once again, you were left hurting and betrayed by seongje’s actions.
that hope was short lived— because now you were standing beside him in an alleyway, shocked and pressed up against a wall as he panted, staring down at a beat up guy on the ground. his lips were split at the corner, blood oozing from it. with bruised eyes, he stared up at seongje with horror in his eyes.
an animalistic glint lit up seongje’s eyes, a snarl leaving his lips, “what did i say about looking me in the eyes?”
the guy winced, trying to crawl away but seongje was in action— ready to kick him on the shoulder. you stopped him. stepping up with your hands out. you turned your head to mouth ‘run’ to the guy on the ground. hastily, he complied, lifting himself up, limping away as fast as he could out of danger. away from seongje.
you wanted to curl up into a ball and scream but you stood still, looking straight into the unimpressed gaze of your boyfriend who blankly stared at you.
“stay out of it, darling. i need to teach him a lesson.” he huffed, lightly pushing you aside.
you clutched his arm, dragging him back to you with a grumble, “that’s enough, seongje.”
mustering up the strength to speak, you swallowed hard before saying, “you broke your promise.”
seongje froze. the vivid memory of you laughing and intertwining your pinky with his flashing in his mind.
it had completely left his mind from the blurry anger that possessed him minutes prior when the rascal bumped into him and told him to watch where he was going. it wasn’t a big deal, really, but it struck a nerve. making seongje spin back to his violent urges, going straight for a punch on the nose of the guy who dared to look at him and tell him off.
no one, absolute, no one could tell him off.
and nothing was more dangerous than crossing lines with seongje when he was pissed off. he became unstoppable— sheer force in every movement, thrashing around mindlessly yet never missing a hit. he turned into a preying wolf.
even you, the one he would never ever hurt became scared.
seongje hated many things and one of the things he despised the most was seeing you upset. that frown on your lips and that glassy look in your eyes broke his heart into a million pieces. he could never forgive himself for being the reason for that.
especially not after he had vowed to never hurt another innocent person for your sake.
his heartbeat slowed for merely a second before it picked up— much faster than before when he was punching around. faster because the realization of what he had done dawned on him abruptly. there was not a single change in his expression, but his eyes— there was a slight waver. a glint of remorse pooling into his dark irises, darkening it deeper. a shade of guilt. his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at his hands that were shaking and then up at you, who looked betrayed.
“shit.” he hissed to himself, needing a cigarette and for time to go back so that he could keep his knuckles in check.
i’ll do better this time he thought to himself let me go back in time. it was too late. you began slipping away from him, padding over to walk the opposite direction.
“y/n, come back.” he called out, jogging after you.
he had never sounded so desperate, you almost stopped in your tracks. stubborn, you kept on walking.
“i didn’t mean to break our promise.” he insisted, catching up, walking faster to stand in front of you.
“but you did.” you fumed, “and i don’t want to hear excuses. i’ve heard plenty before.”
“i promise…i wont break my promise again,” he continued, trying to grab hold of your hands only to get it smacked away.
“so you could break it again?” you scoffed, pushing past him.
“baby, please.” a crackle in his voice made you freeze.
never had you heard him sound so defeated. the strings of your heart pulled at you— pulling you back to him. planting your feet where you were so he could hold you.
“if i give you another chance, you’re just gonna do it again.” a tear slipped past your eyes.
a flicker of sadness pulled at the corners of seongje’s mouth, forming a frown on his face. you had never seen him like this. looking so depleted and sad.
“i won’t go back to my words this time. i’ll never forgive myself. just, please, don’t walk away, y/n.” he spoke fast, so desperate you had to step closer to place a hand on his shoulder to hold him down, “you gave me so many chances, i know that. give me one last chance. and if i break it—“
the thought disturbed him so deeply it sickened him enough till fell silent. not letting his mind go there; to the thought of losing you forever.
“i won’t walk away.” you assured, voice dripping with gentle warmth. the one he always leaned into after a long day.
“then, you have to do something to make this right. i’ll give you one last chance.” you demanded, swiping the stray tear from your face.
“tell me and i’ll do it. anything.” he straightened up.
“go apologize to that guy.”
surely, it was a slap to his ego to do something like that but he knew he had to do this. he’s never had to apologize or lower himself for anyone but you humbled him so deeply he felt almost grateful for it.
seongje complied, going up to the guy to apologize and shake hands— even running to the nearby pharmacy to grab him some bandaids. you watched from afar, satisfied by his obedience and desperation. when he jogged up to your afterwards you hugged him, wrapping your arms around his neck so tightly he let out a choked breath while holding you back.
“please don’t break your promise again.” you mumbled into him.
“i won’t.” his voice came muffled and you knew he meant it.
it was the third time this month where baekjin was late to a date. too focused on the union and its ongoings, he had completely left you in the dust, leaving you buried away in his mind. it felt like you were the least important thing in his life.
a tremor in your hands made you shakily put your phone back in your pockets. sighing, you watched your breath twirl away into the crisp air. dancing away like a ghost. baekjin did not receive your third call.
you were to meet up with him outside your favourite restaurant but an hour had passed in the cold and you were freezing. the effort you had put into your appearance and the excitement diminished by the seconds. a bitter taste laced your tongue in fear and trepidation.
with baekjin followed uncertainty and danger. leaving you to always worry. you knew he always won but it came instinctively, rooting from within. have some confidence in me he had once told you after a fight. however, you couldn’t swallow the anxiety bubbling in your stomach, making you nauseous.
frantic, you paced around, thumb in your mouth. ignoring the shiver running down your spine. you wondered if it was the cold or the anxiety.
your fingers and nose felt numb from the cold breeze blowing in the air, twirling your hair along. ducking, you tried to evade the wind. your teeth chattered, ears stinging as if they were frozen when something heavy weighed on your shoulders— warming you up.
shocked, you spun around to meet baekjin’s apologetic gaze as he wrapped his long coat around you. patting your shoulders down, then he stepped forward, snow crunching beneath his feet as he took off his scarf to wrap it around your neck. you indulged in the warmth, the anxious coil in your stomach turned into something within the lines of relief that he was okay and disappointment because he was always late.
you felt like a second choice.
“baekjin, you’re late again.” your voice muffled in the knitted scarf he had wrapped around you.
“i’m sorry. the boys took a while to arrive at the meeting spot so i had to wait.” he answered, grabbing— or trying to grab a hold of your hands.
you pulled away, stubbornly balling your fists in your pockets, “is the union more important than me? you’ve barely made time for me— time for us the past few months.”
it felt childish to complain and whine about this issue. deep down, you knew how important it was for baekjin to keep everything in order. his life was always on the line. one mistake, and he’d have to bear the consequences in ways you never wanted to imagine. a confusing swirl of emotions overwhelmed you as you thought over everything. from the dangers of baekjin’a job to the distance growing between you two.
you couldn’t take it anymore. a soft sob rumbled in your throat, making baekjin completely freeze in his tracks, sharp eyes taking in your damp face. any more second outside, your cheeks would freeze.
“y/n, you know that’s not true.” his hands came to brush hair away from your face, “you’re important to me and that’s why i have to make sure the union is doing good. i want to be with you. and to have that…i need to do everything.”
“but why can’t you make time for me?!” you blurted out, “i don’t remember the last time we sat down and ate together, let alone the last time i touched you!”
more tears fell from your face, blurring your vision. the look of guilt drawn all over baekjin’a face. his shoulders slouched, making him look less intimidating. his sharp eyes, softening. he hadn’t realized how deprived he was of you until he recalled the last time you had spent time together.
he hadn’t realized how badly he missed you until his body moved on its own, pulling you into an embrace.
with arms wrapping around you, baekjin grunted, so exhausted from everything, “i should have been more present. i didn’t realize how much time i lost with you because of everything.”
he held you tighter, chest pressing against yours as he stayed limp against your body. his tall stature curving into you. your hands creeped up his back, wearily hugging him back. you were upset, but more than that, you missed him. you missed your baekjin.
“i miss you, baekjin.” you mumbled into his chest, voice shaking as you cried into him, “i understand how your work is too. i don’t— i don’t wanna lose you to it.”
baekjin hushed you, trying to comfort the worries away like he always did. it lasted temporarily— that false sense of relief. the fear of losing him always lurked closer than you wanted it to.
“i missed you too.” he rubbed his thumb on your back, whispering to you, “i’ll do anything i can to be with you and make time for you.”
“and…” he pulled away, hands cupping your cheeks, “i won’t be late to another date.”
you were so lost in the moment, you didn’t realize that it started snowing. snowflakes stuck to baekjin’a gelled hair and lashes, making him look silly. a giggle erupted from within along with a sob. you sounded and probably looked insane. baekjin raised a brow but you hugged him again, not wanting to let go. not wanting to waste a single second.
he held you back instantly, staying silent. not another word was spoken for a long moment as you held each other under the snow storm. unbothered by the fact that you were practically covered in snow, looking like two snow monsters romancing out in the dark.
“it’s too cold, how are you not freezing?” you shivered, asking baekjin who was only his sweater as he sacrificed his coat and scarf for you.
“you’re keeping me warm like this.” he responded, sounding so sure and indifferent to the freezing cold.
“you look like a yeti,” you teased, breaking apart from the hug.
“you should see yourself.” a smile formed on his face making you gasp, offended at his remark.
“i’d say i’m a pretty good looking yeti.” you retorted, flaunting the frozen bits of your hair.
“that. i agree with.” he nodded, sounding serious as ever.
“let’s go inside and warm up, baekjin.” you tugged him towards the door of the restaurant.
“took us long enough.” he chuckled, letting you take lead, “i’ll really make it up to you when we go home.”
“how can you say that with a straight face?!” you made a face of concern, still laughing at his comment.
he shrugged, “when i say ill do something, i do it.”
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