This is for noona-clock! I hope that you enjoy this! Thank you for being so patient and waiting for this scenario. I really put myself into this scenario so I hope that all of the readers enjoy this <3
Request: Hi, love! I'd like to request an angsty to fluffy Chen scenario, please! Thank you so much!! ❤
“Goodbye” Your broken whisper replied to his as more tears rolled down your cheeks, hearing the phone call end, closing your eyes allowing the built up tears to fall. Following the wet tracks down your cheeks your hand removed the phone from your ear as you saw his contact information and picture staring back up at you. Sobs began to commence as your hand lifted over your mouth to try and silence the heartbreak. Watching the screen go dark, you dropped your phone down on the couch as you attempted to dry your tears with the damp cuffs of your long sleeves.
Your feet shuffled across the floor while your hands scraped across your scalp. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm your racing heart while your eyes coated over with fresh tears. Tensing your lips they began to quiver with frustration as the tears lined your eyelashes threatening to fall. Pacing around your apartment, you began to feel weak as the weight of the your new reality settled on your shoulders. Easing yourself down onto the couch cushions, you pulled your knees to your chest as you covered yourself in a blanket to try and create some security for yourself, grabbing the remote you flipped on your television and flipped through the different channels, just as you settled on one show, a relationship scene played. Turning the channel, you surfed the channels a bit more until you put in a movie that you owned and knew by heart.
The darkness around your apartment coated over the furniture, slowly swallowing up the apartment. The light from the movie highlighted your vulnerable body, curled against the arm of the couch, your eyes continued to spill tears in your sleep as your breathing hitched from time to time trying to regulate your breathing.
Morning came slowly as the sunshine tried to wake you up from what seemed like a nightmare. Rubbing the dried tears from your cheeks, you slowly opened your eyes to see the morning shadows cast throughout your apartment. Sitting up slowly, the pressure and pounding in your head brought you slowly back into reality. Knowing that you cried all night, the emotional hangover weighted your exhausted body as you leaned against the back cushions of the couch.
Turning your eyes to your phone laid amongst the cushions of the couch. You slowly reached over, grabbing your phone you moved your phone into your lap. Lighting up the phone, your eyes fell on multiple notifications. Reading the new message shown across the home screen, you brought your bottom lip between your teeth as your teeth bit your bottom lip harshly. Clicking on the message, a glint of hope that what happened last night was all just a horrific nightmare tried to push all of the negative thoughts away as you tapped the message to open.
I’m gonna give you a day so you can sort through things on your own. If you need me. I’m here. If not, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I’m not upset, you just need a day solo.
Quickly turning your head away once you read the message, you pressed one hand against your forehead while your tears raced down your cheeks.
Throughout the day, memories continued to reel through your head, the conversations, sweet moments, adventures and romance cut your heart deeper the more you thought about them. The haze from the night before finally began to lift as the conversation the night before came to your remembrance. Tears continuously flowed throughout the hours of the day as you tried to keep yourself distracted and occupied yet you couldn’t help but shake the feeling that you just lost the most important thing in your life.
You just let go to the one thing you cared about, you loved.
Thoughts continuously bombarded your brain and your self esteem plummeted for the day, unsure of what you were going to do, what your future held now, how you were going to actually move on with not only relationships but with your life. Turning to one of your forms of self expression, you grabbed an emptied notebook and a pen as you readied yourself to just write out everything that you were feeling.
Hearing you say goodbye on the phone call made my heart break. I lost you. The necklace around my neck, that you lovingly gave me those few months ago for our one year anniversary, felt heavier and heavier as it tapped against my exposed skin. Then later you texted me a song and I listened to it. Large tears rolled down my face as I couldn’t help but know that I had lost the one thing that I truly loved.
The next morning I woke up and saw a message from you, I let the message sit all day, yet, I couldn’t stop thinking of you. Looking around and seeing all of the memories around my apartment slowly fade around us where we endlessly laughed, loved and cared for one another.
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A few days passed as you kept to yourself, heading to school you kept to yourself, music constantly playing in your ears while you moved from one class to another, blending in like a shadow on campus. Heading to work, you forced yourself to smile and be happy but once you slid back behind the wheel of your truck after your shift, your tears flooded over your cheeks while you drove home. Locking yourself in your apartment once you arrived, you headed to your bedroom and slipped into comfortable pajamas before laying on your bed. Bringing a pillow against your chest, you muffled your sobs as tears continued for an hour or two. After a while, you sat up and reached over to your bedside table before pulling over your journal. Flipping through the tear dotted pages, you turned to a new page as the black ink slowly slid between the thin printed lines.
This hasn’t been easy, it hasn’t, it has been one of the most painful things I have gone through. I just hope we can make it through this.
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The same day continued to replay over and over again as you were sitting at your desk, papers were scattered across the wood top, your laptop opened while music played from its speakers. A chime of a new and incoming email caught your attention as you clicked on the notification. Glancing down for a moment to finish the sentence that you were jotting down, your eyes lifted up to see that the message was from your best friend, your guy friend, your now ex boyfriend.
Pressing your hands against your cheeks, your eyes started at the top and moved along the lines of the email that he had sent to you. Nearing the end of the email, your eyes were no longer dry as endless tears had fallen, pooling in the palms of your hands and the excess running between the joints of your fingers and trickling down your arms.
Finishing up the email, you closed the window before rising to your feet to head over to your bed. Running your fingers through your hair, you grabbed the same notebook, opened to a fresh page, sat on the edge of your bed while your shaking hands scribbled down your caged feelings that pounded for released.
I just got the email that you send me… here will be another night in tears… I am sorry for all that I have done to you and for all of the strife that you have gone through for me but I am so hurt… If only you knew…
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Standing on the edge of a large ballroom, you crossed your arms over yourself as the dark corner enveloped you. Watching your friends jump up and down and move their body amongst the others, you tried to smile and enjoy the invite that your friends had extended to you. However, your mind found its own train of thought as your hand slowly lifted to the necklace that was once always around your neck. With your neck bare of the necklace that he gave you, your chest tightened as your head dropped while your eyes filled with tears. Staying a bit longer, eventually you couldn’t take it any longer and excused yourself from the dance.
With your back turned towards the loud music and the lights scaling the ballroom, you made your leave. Entering into the cool night, you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around yourself as your mind continued to ebb and flow with the thoughts of your once boyfriend.
Twisting the key in the lock, you pushed your front door open and locked the door behind you. A frustrated sigh left your lips, not feeling enough of a release, you let your voice be heard as you screamed into the still air in your apartment. Regret of your choice to take a break from your boyfriend tightened with your chest, a suffocating feeling quickly filled your chest as you reached out and pressed your hands on the back ledge of the couch. Doubling over, you couldn’t help but try and catch your hitched breath through more tears.
Eventually, you made it into your bedroom as you plopped down on the edge of your bed. Exhausted hands slowly reached over for the journal once again. The black pen smeared with tears across the page as you slowly dumped all of your thoughts and emotions down on paper.
I went to a dance tonight. This marks almost 48 hours without sending you a message and checking in with you. It was a social dance, I was happy that I went out and was social but it was like something is missing. I felt out of place and unsure of everything. My mind would wander to you every so often but those moments are coming slowly now because I am so busy.
There are times I just want to be with you and then other times I am okay with being apart from you… this will take more time but I do miss my best friend…
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Days passed as you were flipping through your pictures during the commercials on one of the shows that you were watching. Stumbling upon pictures of you and your latest boyfriend, your heart tightened as you couldn’t help but choke up with tears. Tossing your phone to the side, you tried to calm yourself as you had lost count at how many times you had cried over the past week.
I look through our pictures remembering your favorite flower, a snapdragon, and then see all of the hardships we have been through and what makes this so different is that this is me. Not my parents or society, this is me and I am struggling… I am so conflicted but I miss you…
Things have been going too wrong since you decided to give me a break, my life has never been the same since I let you go...
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Watching your journal entries turn from daily to every other day to weekly, you continued on with your life as normal. Sometimes dragging yourself out of bed in the morning, yet you had the hope that these feelings would pass and you would heal.
I wanted to text you today… I typed up a message and decided not to send it. This happened time and time again. All of the guys I am trying to get to know aren’t fitting like you fit me. You are the only one who has seen me, all of me and still loves me. When I imagine coming home to someone I still see your place, coming home to your bed and curling up against your chest.
Things with my family are getting better shockingly… yet things are still rough. I am just not home enough to see all of the holes and cracks like I used to.
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As time continued on, you got more comfortable with looking back on memories and pictures, however, the tinge of pain that you felt still in the deepest part of your heart never faded, no matter how much time you gave yourself.
I kept reading my little stories today and you kept creeping into my thoughts…
I hope you miss me as much as I miss you… I hope you look at our pictures, our text messages and just smile and wish you could hold me again because I just want to give you a hug.
I miss hearing your voice and calling you…
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Weeks continued to tick on as a month had passed, still writing in your tear soaked journal occasionally, the thoughts of him never ceased to enter into your mind or your daily thoughts. The hurt turned into longing as the weight of your choice eased itself on your shoulders as you tried to bear the weight of the consequences that you had ensued on yourself.
But we need to take this slow. I just can’t start back on the same page that we left off on. I need some boundaries. I don’t think I can, nor want to, start over with someone else. I just want you, but I need to be sure. I just want to talk with you… I miss it. I miss you and all of the fun times together
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A little more than a month later, a notification had popped up on your phone about your anniversary. Closing your eyes, you exited the notification as the once beautiful memories held a haunting factor as you recalled what the two of you had been through in what would have been your year and four month anniversary.
Life if fun now but you just made it that much better… you always make things so much better…
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Life continued to stack the deck against you as you still couldn’t get over him, no matter what you did, no matter how many dates you had gone on, no matter how hard you tried to move on you were still hung up on him. Again turning to your journal, you began to write between the lines as tears dripped against the off white pages within the leather binding.
Stopping halfway through, you looked over at your phone, sitting silently next to you. Wrapping your fingers around the device, you carefully held it between your palms as your thumbs unlocked the phone and opened up your conversation with your ex boyfriend.
Slowly, your thumbs began to type slow and unsure, however the more you typed the easier the rest of the message flowed. Your vision clouded with tears as you entrusted your fingers to continue to carry out the message your heart had been longing to say to the one who was always willing to listen.
This has torn me up more than I thought that it would be possible to… I cry every night… hardly sleep because I miss you. I have cried myself to sleep night and night again because I don’t feel protected, like I do with you. I feel weak, lost and unsure. I keep to myself and listen to music… I’m not me anymore… I need you to come back and save me from myself… I will do anything to get you back…
Within the hour a knock came from your front door. Shuffling to the door with your yoga pants hugging your legs, a large t shirt engulfing your figure while your hair was pulled up in a sloppy high ponytail while your swollen-bloodshot eyes told of your struggles over the past month and a half. Not bothering to check who it was, you unlocked the door and pulled it open a sliver before your eyes laid on the man behind the door.
“W-What are you doing here?” You questioned, tears instantly swelling up in your eyes as you opened the door a little wider.
“My princess needed her prince to come and rescue her” Chen whispered, tears flowed from your eyes as your hand covered your mouth as you just nodded. The door swung open as your other arm opened up slightly.
Stepping inside, he slowly wrapped his arms around you as your free arm wrapped around him. Tangling your fingers into the fabric of his sweater, you pulled him closer as his arms tightened around you. Your tears began to soak into his sweater as your knees felt weak being in his arms once again.
“I came as soon as I got your text… I didn’t want to come over sooner just in case…” Chen whispered wanting to give you time and respect your wishes. Feeling your body shake in his arms, tears began to swell up in his eyes.
“Do you mind if I stay for a moment?” Chen questioned as he rubbed your back softly. Shaking your head, you slowly moved out of his arms as you closed the door behind him.
The two of you headed over to the couch, sitting on opposite ends of the same couch, you pulled a blanket between your arms while he played with his fingers in his lap. Silence filled the space between the two of you as glances to one another were exchanged trying not to catch the other person’s gaze.
“Sorry I waited so long to send you that message” You whispered, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the fringe on the edge of the blanket.
“I’m just glad that you sent it… I wanted to text you so many more times after that day…” Chen allowed his eyes to linger on your weakened figure. Seeing the physical toll that this has played on you, he moved into the middle cushion allowing you to make the next move if you wanted.
Minutes passed as questions were asked but the conversation ended as the other person answered. Taking a deep breath, you dropped your head as you bit your lip slightly.
“Is everything okay?” Chen inquired, his arm resting on the top of the couch back. Feeling yourself wanting to just be in his arms again, you slowly moved over as you curled up against his side again. Resting your head on his chest, your body was tense against his feeling his head look down at you.
Knowing you better than you know yourself, he reached over and grabbed the remote hanging off the edge of the coffee table in front of the two of you. Turning on the tv, he found a movie that he knew you liked as he played it. Allowing the movie to play, time worked its magic as you relaxed against his body. Moving his arm down off of the back of the couch, he wrapped it around you after pulling a blanket up over your shoulders.
The movie continued to play as he felt your breathing become shallow and your head move over on his chest. Peering down at you, he saw his sleeping beauty against his chest once more.
“I’ve missed you” He whispered as a tear slowly followed his cheek, flicking away the tear from his cheek, he tightened his arms around you, happy that he could be here to protect you once more. So that his girl could feel protected and loved, just how she should be.
Love isn’t always perfect.
It isn’t a fairytale or a storybook.
And it doesn’t always come easy.
Love is overcoming obstacles,
Facing challenges, fighting to be together, holding on forever and never letting go.
It is a short word.
Easy to spell, difficult to define and impossible to live without.
Love is work, but most of all love is realizing that every hour, every minute and every second is worth it.
First we were strangers, then we became friends, but before you knew it you became my hero, my idol, my best friend. Thank you for taking a chance on me.
