pairing - ex-seokmin x reader
genre - hurt no comfort
word count - 456
warnings - nothing atm?
synopsis - you miss your boyfriend, and you hate that all roads lead to him.
a/n - so... thank you for waiting 😭 months actually... i.. HELP, it's been almost a year since I had this request and it was just rotting in my inbox. i swear i tried to write it but nothing would come out, please enjoy this as an apology, anon
You find yourself running in the rain. You don't know why, don't know who you're running to. All you know is that you can't afford to stop, your legs need to keep running. Every step you take burns, you can feel your breath catching in your throat but you keep running. To someone, perhaps away from someone?
You run until your legs give out until you fall to your knees. Until your knees form scrapes from the harsh cement. The rain continues on relentlessly, pit pat pit pat. The sound doesn't stop, it never stops. Who are you even running to?
"hey kid, it's rainin', better find some shelter" You heard a middle-aged man say before leaving. Shelter. What was shelter? The bookshop on the other side of the street? The convenience store further down? Or was it the run-down cinema right beside her? What was shelter, and who was shelter? Was shelter Lee Seokmin?
Fuck, you think to yourself. Everything always leads to one person, Lee Seokmin. Now you remember, you wanted to forget, to experience ecstasy once again, so you ran. From the harsh reality, from the fact that he broke up with you.
When you first heard the news you couldn't believe it, your boyfriend of 1 year had broken up with you. And from then, it went downhill. You stopped eating as much, grew eyebags, and everything was worse. All you wanted was home, someone to call home, someone to be home. Was it your fault for wanting a warm embrace? For someone to hold you with meaning? For someone to ruffle your hair in the morning? For someone to compliment you for every single small thing you did?
Fuck, you missed him. You missed Lee Seokmin. You knew that if he were here now he would hold you under the rain, he would run his warm fingers through your hair, asking you what happened, nagging you about getting sick. But now, you resided alone. Alone on the street, alone in life.
You remember the librarian complaining about Seokmin. He was apparently being too loud, but you had fun, that was all that mattered. Your late-night convenience store runs when you stayed up till ungodly hours to finish your pile of assignments. He would've bought you whatever you craved. And the run-down cinema? Sitting on seats that were practically threatening to fall off, eating popcorn probably aged years, laughing about some stupid scene in the movie.
But now, you stood here. Pathetically drenched in rain, clothes soaked, legs giving out. For a moment, the rain stops, no it didn't, it was an umbrella held above you. Who would do that? You looked up only to meet his warm almond eyes. Lee Seokmin.
