🧡In which ⋆. ̊ you have to rehome your beloved cat due to new roommate allergies
Riki x f!reader x Sunghoon
🧡Warnings: mention of breakup & depression.
🧡a/n: I had a set story in mind I swear, but somewhere along the way the creative juices just got flowing and I fear.. chat, we lost the plot. I have TWO part 6s completed right now and idk which version I’m going to post. Maybe I’ll post both at some point as an alternate ending?? Thoughts?
(Reblogs + comments are greatly appreciated!!)
Mentions ⋆. ̊ Niki (riki), Sunno, Jake, Jungwon & Sunghoon: Enhypen - Eunchae, Chaewon: Le Serafim
Mentions ⋆. ̊ Niki (riki), Sunno, Jake, Jungwon & Sunghoon: Enhypen - Eunchae, Chaewon: Le Serafim
PT1 • PT2 • PT3 • PT4 • PT5 • PT5.5
PT 5.5 short story - The Park
Reading Sunghoons messages sent my head reeling. Why say all of this now? After two months of silence (other than his only sign of life being his refusal to take our cat) desolate empty silence and a hundred unanswered questions, he wants to tell me now?
I just needed to clear my head. And yeah, maybe the park wasn’t the best option.. but really where else was I supposed to go? Sure, I could’ve called Eunnie, Won or Sunno.. maybe even Jake. But they wouldn’t understand. They’d just say the same thing they’ve been saying for two months. “You need to move on y/n” “block his number y/n” “you’re better without him y/n” blah blah fucking blah.
Sunghoon is all I’ve known for four years. He was my past, my present and my future. The ring still sits on my nightstand, collecting dust, a painful reminder of what once was.
Everything had been fine. Maybe not perfect, but nobody’s relationship is. That’s what makes it real, the hard parts, the bumps in the road, the unconditional love and support throughout it all. Sure, we had hard days. Sunghoon wouldn’t get out of bed, or he’d smoke too much weed and dissociate on the couch for hours, oblivious to my existence. He wouldn’t go to therapy, he’d take off for hours on ‘walks’ to clear his head..
He was depressed. It’s not really a circumstantial thing. It’s just how it works; the chemicals in his head unbalanced and unmaintained. But no matter what— I was always there. And he was always there. We never cheated, we never fought. It wasn’t toxic. It was just hard some days.
And then one day I go to work, I come home and he’s gone. No note, nothing left behind besides my aching heart and a confused Mochi. I tried everything to get through to him. Looked everywhere. It was like he was a ghost, like he had never existed at all. Bills were near due, so I picked up as many overtime hours as I could, even with a broken heart and puffy eyes from crying myself to sleep every night drowning in the scent of his pillow. But I still wasn’t making enough to cover everything that had been left in my hands. Rent, utilities, groceries, Mochis vet bills, food and litter.
So I got a roommate. It wasn’t ideal, but I also wasn’t ready to let go of the apartment. That was our home for four years. Every stain in the carpet, chipped paint on the wall, was a reminder that it was real, that he had been there.
Two weeks in of constant sneezing, allergy pills scattered across counters, tissues piled up in the garbage and we had come to an agreement that Mochi had to go. The last living piece of Sunghoon I had. Our child (dramatic? Maybe but I don’t care.) In a last ditch effort, I finally get through to Sunghoon for the first time since his disappearance just to be met with a foreign coldness I had never expected from someone like him. Still no explanation on his disappearance, although at that point I didn’t care to ask anymore. It wouldn’t have brought him back anyways.
And then came Riki. Quiet, mysterious Riki who took Mochi in with open arms and the patience of a saint, dealing with my tears when I handed him and his box of belongings over. He sent updates, he let me visit. He understood. He was a warm shift of the coldness I had been so accustomed to for the last two months alone. And I wasn’t looking for anything, really. I wasn’t even over Sunghoon yet. But with every text, every picture, every visit my heart opened more to him and settled on the fact that Sunghoon was history.
And then came Chae, Riki’s ex, which then brought Sunghoon and a whole yarn of feelings unraveling for all of us. A messy love square.
I just needed to clear my head. And yeah, maybe the park wasn’t the best option. But here I am.
I sit on the swings, gently rocking back and forth when I hear the soft gravel crunch behind me. Maybe Eun or Won?
No. Not them. Not who I suspected, at all. My heart instantly drops into my stomach, blood draining from my face down into my feet. I lift my head and there he is. Not a ghost at all. Park Sunghoon, in the flesh, after two months of invisibility. I don’t even get one word out before tears are welling in my eyes, threatening to spill over without warning.
It’s a miracle I find my voice at all, small and wavering. “Why.. are you here, hoon?”
“I saw your post.. recognized where you were at. Figured if you were here, you shouldn’t be alone..” He sits on the empty swing next to me, toeing at the gravel like a nervous child. Voice just as quiet and careful as mine. He picks at his nail beds, eyes glued to his knees.
After what seems like forever, he finally looks up. I don’t meet his gaze, but I feel his; strong and piercing as he speaks “I know you probably don’t want to talk to me. Hell, I’m sure you didn’t even want to see me but.. I just couldn’t keep pretending y/n. I tried to tell myself I was doing you a favor, that I was protecting you from me, and my fucked up head, and part of me still feels that was right to do, but seeing you like this? Getting yourself into some mess with another guy who you barely even know, who clearly has his own issues it just.. it’s not right y/n.”
I listen to his words, swallowing them down like jagged glass. “Who are you to decide what’s right for me? Four years, hoon. And you just left like it was nothing. And now you’re worried about me getting hurt? Why couldn’t you think of that two months ago?”
“I know.. I know, you’re right. And nothing I could ever say will make it right but please, y/n. Can you just.. can you look at me? Please..” His voice breaks on the last word.
I hesitantly lift my gaze to him, and my heart instantly shatters all over again. I hadn’t realized he was crying, quiet hot streams rolling down blotchy cheeks, chapped lip caught between his teeth like he’s holding back a sob. I realize for the first time that Sunghoon looks as broken as I’ve felt this whole time. It takes everything in me to restrain myself from reaching out to brush his tears away, to run my fingers through his hair, to let my body instinctively wrap itself in his arms like coming home. I have to remind myself, he isn’t home. Not anymore.
“Hoon.. I don’t know what you expect me to say..” My tears traitorously spill staining my cheeks, pooling on my legs.
“I miss you, y/n.. I miss mochi. I can’t stand watching this guy step in and take my place. I should’ve never left. I should’ve went to therapy like I was supposed to, get on medication, let you be there for me. But I’m doing it now. And I’m begging— princess, I’m begging you, to give me another chance. At least consider it.. because you’re right. Four years, a home, a future. Why should we throw all of that away? I can’t promise I’ll be perfect. I’m still me, I still have my issues but I’m trying so hard to get better for you, y/n.”
Images start flashing in my head, cruel flashbacks warping my mind and stabbing at my heart.
My heart feels like it’s going to fall out of my chest, the whole world tipping on its axle. I’m pretty sure I’m going to pass out, until I hear the faint hurried crunch of gravel behind me.
My heart feels like it’s going to fall out of my chest, the whole world tipping on its axle. I’m pretty sure I’m going to pass out, until I hear the faint hurried crunch of gravel behind me.
“Y/n!! I got here as quick as I— oh, fuck no!”
Eunnie. My absolute savior, bless her heart.
{Thoughts? Concerns? Riots? Death threats?😏}
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