4. the unbearable truth | time lapse l.mk
Pairing: mark lee x fem!reader
Tags: pre idol debut to idol au, christmas and new years time line, slice of life moments, college student reader, substantial plot leading to smut, very dialogue heavy, angsty moments, slow burn, relationship struggle, lovers to exes to lovers
Intended for 18+ readers, minors do not interact.
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Word Count : 5.5k+
Summary: Mark has always had the dream of becoming a big music star, meanwhile your aspirations lied with academics and coexisting with Mark. Mark struggles with telling reader that he will be leaving for Korea to pursue his music career very soon, in fear of losing what they have.
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A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long! I'm trying to graduate rn just like y/n :( but enjoy the angst train!!
December 14, 2023
The creak of the old wooden floors under Mark’s socks was a sound he hadn’t realized he missed until now. The familiar scent of his mom’s cooking wafted through the house, mingling with the faint lavender detergent she always used for the curtains. He leaned against the kitchen counter, watching his dad flip through a worn photo album at the dining table.
“This one’s from the camping trip back in 2015,” his dad said, tilting the album for Mark to see. The photo showed a group huddled around a campfire, their faces lit by the warm glow. Mark was in the middle, arms slung around someone who was laughing—someone who wasn’t supposed to still make his heart twist like this.
His mom glanced over his dad’s shoulder and immediately caught her slip-up. “Oh, Mark, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize Y/N was in this one,” she said, her voice tinged with regret.
Mark forced a small smile, waving it off. “It’s fine, Mom. Really.”
But it wasn’t. Not entirely.
They moved on to the next page, yet the conversation seemed to circle back to you, no matter how much they tried not to.
“Oh! Remember that Thanksgiving when Y/N helped me bake those carrot cookies?” his mom said before catching herself. She winced. “I mean—uh, anyway, you used to love that carrot cookie recipe.”
Mark exhaled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I remember.”
His dad chuckled, oblivious. “She was always such a great sport about all your mom’s baking experiments. You two used to make a good team in the kitchen.”
“Dad.”
His father finally looked up, realizing his mistake, and his face softened. “Sorry, son. I know it’s... a touchy subject.”
Mark shrugged, swallowing the lump in his throat. “It’s fine. Let’s just... talk about something else.”
The room fell into a brief, awkward silence, broken only by the clatter of dishes as his mom set the table. After a moment, she sat down across from Mark, her expression unusually serious.
“Mark,” she began, her voice gentle but firm, “I know we keep slipping up, but... maybe it’s because we can’t help but associate so many happy memories with her. She was such a big part of your life. And I think—maybe—you miss her, too.”
Mark stiffened, his gaze dropping to the table. “Mom...”
“And not just her,” she pressed. “I think you miss a lot of things. Home, maybe. The simpler times. The you who didn’t have so much pressure on his shoulders.”
His jaw tightened, and he let out a slow breath. “I’m fine. I chose this path, remember? I wanted to go to Korea, to chase my dreams. And I’m doing okay.”
“You are,” she agreed, her eyes softening. “But that doesn’t mean it’s easy. And it doesn’t mean you don’t feel lonely sometimes.”
He looked up at her, his defenses cracking under the warmth of her gaze. “I... yeah. I miss her. And I miss home sometimes. But leaving was something I had to do, Mom. I couldn’t stay here and wonder ‘what if’ my whole life.”
“I know,” she said quietly. “But it’s okay to miss what you had, even while you’re building something new. It doesn’t make you any less brave or successful.”
Mark leaned back in his chair, the weight of her words settling over him. “I guess... I’ve just been trying not to think about it. About her. Or what I left behind.”
“You don’t have to bury it, honey,” she said. “Feel it. Remember it. And then let it be part of what drives you forward, not what holds you back.”
Mark nodded slowly, his chest feeling a little lighter, though the ache remained. Maybe it always would.
The table was quiet for a long moment, the hum of the old fridge filling the space. Mark sat there, his fingers gripping the edge of his chair as his mom’s words echoed in his mind.
He opened his mouth to say something—anything—but instead, a choked sound escaped. He quickly looked away, blinking rapidly as the pressure in his chest grew unbearable.
“Mark?” his mom asked softly, leaning forward.
“I’m fine,” he said hoarsely, shaking his head. But his voice cracked, betraying him.
Before he could stop himself, his head fell into his hands, and the tears came.
“I miss her, Mom,” he said, his voice muffled but thick with emotion. “I miss her so much.”
His mom was at his side in an instant, her arms wrapping around him. She didn’t say anything, just held him as he let everything out.
“I miss everything,” he continued, his words spilling out like a dam had burst. “I miss sneaking into her house at night, trying not to wake her parents. I miss the way she’d laugh at my stupid jokes, even when they weren’t funny. I miss how she’d make me feel like I could do anything, like I was invincible. And I miss home—your cooking, Dad’s dumb stories, the way things used to be before I left.”
His shoulders shook as he let out a shaky breath, his hands clenching into fists. “I thought I could just leave and be okay, but I’m not. I’m not okay, Mom.”
She rubbed his back soothingly, her heart breaking for him. “Oh, Mark... it’s okay to feel this way. You’ve been holding all of this in for so long, haven’t you?”
He nodded, swallowing hard. “I thought I could just keep moving forward, you know? Like if I focused on my career, it wouldn’t hurt so much. But every time I think about her, it feels like... like I can’t breathe.”
His dad, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. “You know, son, sometimes the things we try to leave behind have a way of sticking with us. And maybe that’s not such a bad thing. It just means it mattered.”
Mark wiped his face with the back of his hand, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “I still love her, Dad. I don’t know if I’ll ever stop.”
His dad nodded, a small, understanding smile on his face. “Love like that doesn’t just go away. But the question is—what are you going to do about it?”
Mark looked up, his eyes red and glassy. “I don’t even know if she’d want to hear from me. It’s been so long. What if she’s moved on?”
“Maybe she has,” his mom said gently. “But you’ll never know unless you try. And even if she has, at least you’ll have said what’s in your heart. You deserve that closure, Mark, whether it’s a new beginning or a final goodbye.”
He let those words sink in, the weight of them settling alongside the ache in his chest. For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to think about the possibility of reaching out—not just to her, but to all the parts of himself he’d tried so hard to leave behind.
“I’ll think about it,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
His mom squeezed his shoulder, her smile warm and reassuring. “That’s all I ask.”
“You’ll always be tethered together you two,” she starts with a warm smile, “you two spent so much of your lives together, it’s not good to keep them buried. It’s good that you still care about her. I know it may not look like it, but deep down she’s still tethered to you.”
And as Mark sat there, the smell of his mom’s cooking filling the room and his parents’ presence grounding him, he realized that maybe it was time to stop running—from his past, from his feelings, and most of all, from her.
“I need to get her back,” he said straightening out his posture and composing himself, “this isn’t right without her.”
“There we go Mark!” his dad said while getting up to hug him, “you don’t give up.”
Mark was going to your graduation, and you were going to fall back in love with him.
December 15, 2023
The morning light streamed through the curtains, illuminating your small apartment with a soft, golden glow. You stood in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, your graduation gown draped over your shoulders. Your fingers smoothed the fabric absently, your heart caught somewhere between excitement and an ache you couldn’t quite ignore.
Your gaze shifted to the black cap resting on your desk, its surface decorated with tiny, carefully arranged rhinestones and a bold quote in gold lettering: hello, future!
Mark had insisted on helping you with it, staying up late one night despite his own schedule being packed. He’d teased you for picking a simple quote but still carefully glued each gem, making sure it was perfect. You remembered the way his face lit up when you two finished, his arm slung around your shoulders as you admired your work.
You bite your lip, willing yourself not to cry.
You turned back to the mirror, adjusting the cap over your styled hair. Your eyes caught the delicate heels on the floor, pristine and elegant, a stark contrast to how you felt inside. Mark had worked overtime to save up for them, presenting them with a goofy grin and a note that read, For my rockstar, who shines brighter than any stage light.
Your chest tightened as you slipped them on. You hadn’t worn them since your breakup.
Walking into the living room, you froze at the sight of the couch. It was still the same soft, slightly worn piece of furniture where you two had spent countless nights. The memories flooded in uninvited: Mark sprawled out with his guitar, humming softly while you reviewed her notes; the way he’d throw a blanket over you two as you drifted off during late-night study sessions; the quiet comfort of his presence as you dreamed of your futures.
Your throat closed up, and you sank onto the couch, your fingers tracing the armrest. A small brown stain reminding you of your favorite take out, and the small things that only Mark would know at the perfect time.
The weight of the moment hit you all at once.
You were about to graduate, something you had both worked so hard for, but he wasn’t here to celebrate with you.
As you rested your head against the cushions, your cap slipping slightly to the side. Tears welled in your eyes, and this time, you didn’t fight them.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this without you,” you whispered into the empty room.
Your voice wavered, breaking under the weight of emotions you’d kept buried for months.
You missed him—more than you wanted to admit. Mark had been there for everything: your late-night breakdowns, your victories, your dreams. And now, as you stood on the brink of achieving one of their shared milestones, the absence of him felt unbearable.
Taking a deep breath, you straightened up, brushing away your tears. You reached for your phone and opened the private photo gallery, scrolling through old pictures of you two. There you two were, smiling brightly, you in his hoodie and him grinning as he held your favorite drink in one hand and peace signs in the other.
Your thumb hovered over his contact, the familiar name staring back at you like a ghost of the past. You wondered if he was thinking about you today—or if he even remembered the cap, the shoes, the promises you made on this very couch.
Your phone buzzed suddenly, snapping you out of your thoughts. It was your photographer, letting you know they were ready to start.
As you stood, taking one last look around the apartment, the memories lingered, but so did your determination. You adjusted your cap, forcing a small smile in the mirror.
“Here’s to moving forward,” you murmured, even as your heart whispered,
But I still miss you.
With that, you grabbed your bag and stepped out the door, leaving behind the echoes of a love she wasn’t sure she’d ever fully let go of.
–
The sun was unforgiving as it bore down on the packed university auditorium, the air abuzz with excitement and the murmur of proud families gathered to celebrate their graduates. Seungcheol sat near the top of the auditorium, nervously adjusting the collar of his white button-up for the hundredth time. It was already perfectly straight, but he couldn’t stop fidgeting. He glanced down at the bouquet of flowers in his hand—roses, lilies, and baby’s breath, a group of flowers he bought from Winn Dixie.
“She’s going to love these,” he muttered under his breath, though his voice lacked conviction.
Nearby, your family huddled in a tight circle, their expressions a mix of anticipation and mild irritation as they avoided looking his way. He had made his presence more than known since arriving—offering to carry their things, insisting on getting the best seats, and loudly recounting stories of how Y/N had stayed up late preparing for her exams, as if they didn’t already know.
“Is he ever going to stop talking?” your older brother whispered to your mom, who responded with a barely concealed sigh.
“Doubt it,” your dad grumbled, crossing his arms. His sharp glare cut across the distance between them, and Seungcheol froze mid-step as if the weight of their collective disdain had finally hit him.
Still, he wasn’t the type to give up. He tightened his grip on the bouquet and plastered on a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I just want to make today special for her,” he murmured to himself, more determined than ever.
“Oh we know, Seungcheol,” your mom sighed while patting his shoulder and sitting next to him, “I think they’re about to walk out now.”
–
You straightened your cap one more time, as Pomp and Circumstance played in the background.
It’s time! All of this hard work, it’s time!
The crowd erupted into congratulatory cheers as your graduating class walked out. The journey to your seat felt like a blur. Your leg tapped incessantly waiting through all of the fluff and pleasantries from your esteemed professors. And soon enough, it was your time to walk.
Your row stood together heading towards the stage, and you wince as you hear Seungcheol calling out to you, clearly disregarding the current students’ names being called. You look over to him, your family trying yet failing to get him to pipe down.
His grin was infectious, but you were burning red in embarrassment. The large gaudy balloons behind him stared back at you. As you awaited your turn, your eyes scanned the crowd full of familiar faces from the library and just soaking in the moment.
And as the universe would have it, your eyes meet a single hooded and masked figure in a light blue button up. His phone was up clearly pointed at you.
Mark.
Wow, he really came! You couldn’t believe it and the confidence soared through you fleetingly as you felt yourself being pushed forward to hand your name card to the staff member reading out names.
“Y/n, Y/LN!”
You felt a rush of anxiety roll off you as you shakily walked across the stage to shake the dean’s hand.
“Breath, y/n, you’re finally done!”
You follow their advice and plaster a giant smile towards the camera.
Your friends and family’s cheers were loud but Seungcheol’s was embarrassingly aggressive.
Your ears pick up another voice from the other side of the auditorium.
Mark stood jumping up and down, holding his phone tightly and just about fell over through the row in front of him.
He chanted your name and for some reason, it all felt right.
This is the moment you always wanted.
You smile all the way back to your seat.
As Seungcheol didn’t relent on his own parade of accolades and cat calling, Mark sat down and watched you in awe.
“I’m so proud of you, Y/N,” he whispered.
–
“Congratulations!” Seungcheol said as he held out the bouquet and obnoxious balloons, his grin impossibly wide. “You were amazing up there! You looked so good, and I mean wow this dress—”
“Thank you,” you cut him off gently, taking the flowers and squeezing his hand to calm his nerves. Or was it your nerves… what was Mark doing here? I mean yeah your heart is soaring at the fact he came- WHAT? NO!
He smiles at you wildly, pulling his hand away to engulf you in a giant rocking hug. You embrace him back, letting out the sigh you have been holding in for hours now.
This is fine.
Yup.
Your father cleared his throat loudly, a not-so-subtle reminder that they were watching.
“Alright, family picture time!” Seungcheol announced, clapping his hands together. “I’ll take it for you. Everyone line up!”
Your mom raised an eyebrow, her tone as sharp as ever. “We were just about to do that, actually.”
“Perfect timing, then!” he replied, oblivious to the sarcasm.
As your family reluctantly shuffled into position, Y/N placed a hand on Seungcheol’s arm. “Maybe... let them lead this one,” you whispered.
Seungcheol blinked, his enthusiasm deflating ever so slightly. “Right. Of course. Family moment.” He stepped back, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
Seungcheol backed away slowly, trying to make himself busy by staring at the nearby tree… which of course Mark just so happened to be standing by, watching the entire interaction, his body in mid turn, awaiting to retreat into the crowd. He was embarrassed to even show up… you’re happy right?
Their eyes met with quick anger and jealousy.
Mark’s arms filled with white and pink tulips- your favorite, and the build-a-bear box tucked in his palm.
Seungcheol was about to storm towards him but was quickly whisked away to take a picture with you.
You sported a tight lipped smile as his arm found it’s way to your waist.
As Mark watched you hug Seungcheol, he felt the familiar tug at his heart of seeing you and and him at Izaiah’s party the other week. Angst, hurt, and jealousy flowed through him, but most of all envy and cowardness.
Mark’s shoulders hung low, and he turned around trying to find the quickest and quietest exit.
“Mark, right?” he heard a small voice say from next to him.
He turned to see the build a bear employee from the mall.
“I could tell from the box, have you found her yet?” she asked excitingly.
“Yeah, I did,” he responds sadly.
“Well, why do you still have everything in your arms? I don’t know… give it to her, maybe?” she laughs.
Mark sighs meeting her gaze. Oh? She’s in a full graduation cap and gown, how rude of him!
“Oh! Uhm…ha, Congrats to you! My apologies for having you stop me while I burden you with my …problems,”
“Thank you,” she smiles with hands on her hips, “My name is Camille by the way.”
“Mark,” he says with a small smile.
“Like we didn’t already know that haha…” she pushes him lightly.
As Camille tried to convince Mark to approach you, he was so in his head that he didn’t notice the longing eyes from you just yards away.
So this is how he moves on, huh? And to think he cared! All this time, it was for his new girl…
The girl pushes him lightly causing him to chuckle and it feels like someone stabbed you in the stomach. She looks over at his bouquet and take it out of his hands, smelling the fresh tulips. It feels like someone is twisting a knife around in your stomach.
And the cherry on top of killing you slowly was watching him hug her tightly with his eyes closed.
Your aura was palpable to your friends and family, almost as they can envision the slow bleeding out of your heart as you watched the interaction.
“How about we head to dinner now, y/n,” Kathy says to you softly from your right.
“Who even is she anyways?” Izaiah says from your left.
“The new graduate is riding with me of course!” Seuncheol announces while slinging an arm around you, “just let me take care of something first.”
You nod lightly and walk over to your mom explaining the plans to meet up for the gathering. Seungcheol kept his smile plastered until you were lost in the crowd. His eyes narrowed as he pushed his way over to meet Mark.
“So what did you graduate with?” Mark smiles lightly before taking the flowers back from Camille’s arms.
“Got a lot of nerve showing up here, Big Shot,” Seungcheol hisses out while bumping into him.
“It was psychology…” Camille says with a questioning glare between the both of them.
“Thank god you moved on,” Seungcheol laughs before looking at Camille, “Careful with this one!”
“I think I see what’s going on here…” she says with a tight lip, “Mark, this will be an easy win for you don’t worry.”
Mark laughs lightly while taking in a deep breath, “Thanks Camille. Enjoy your day, congratulations again.” Camille walks off while shaking her head, but not without a hard shoulder check towards Seungcheol.
“Of course I would be here for her big day, I’ve been there every step of the way.”
“You were, now you’re not. Just give it up, bro,” Seungcheol says while moving closer to Mark, his own frame towering over him, “Look at her, yeah,” he turns Mark to align with you smiling with the balloons around you, “That’s the face a girl makes when she’s happy. That’s the face a girl makes when you treat her right,” if that wasn’t enough he whispers into Mark’s ear, “That’s the face a girl makes when she moves on from a little bitch.”
Mark shakes in pain.
You look so happy.
“Can’t you just let her go? For her.”
Mark’s hands loosen on the bouquet of tulips in his hands.
You look so much more happy.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take these off your hands,” Seungcheol says with a smirk, “Thanks man, didn’t think she was a tulip girl,” he grips Mark’s arm as he seeths out a final, “Stay the fuck away from her. It would be a shame if you can’t perform due to…say a broken leg?”
Mark stands still as tears well in his eyes.
“Cheol!” he can hear you calling out for him.
“I’m coming babe!” he yells out and let’s go of Mark while walking over to meet you.
“There you are, time to go now,” you smile, not evening noticing Mark’s sulking in the background.
“Just had to surprise you one last time,” he grins and engulfing you in a hug, turning just slightly to wink at Mark.
“Tulips! How did you know they’re my favorite?”
Because of me. Mark tries to say, but his voice fails him.
Seungcheol sneaks a cheeky kiss on your temple, “Wait I think I dropped my keys one sec! You keep walking I know you walk slow in those heels.”
You roll your eyes and walk away, Seungcheol running up to Mark one last time, “Almost forgot!” He snatches the build a bear box right out of his hands, “Thanks Mark, you always did know what to get her!”
His eyes never leave you as you trot along in your heels towards the parking lot. Amidst the throbbing pain in his chest, a realization hit him.
He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. So much so he bent over and leaned against the tree to hold him up. Maniacal, he sounded.
If you didn’t love him anymore, why did you wear those heels?
—-
The cool December air hums with laughter and the flickering glow of fairy lights were strung across the backyard. The scent of barbecue and freshly cut grass lingers in the air, mixing with the distant sound of chatter and music. It’s your graduation party—your moment. After the past year, after all the pain, the doubt, the nights where you thought you’d never make it through, you finally have something to celebrate.
So why does it still feel so… unreal?
“Hey,” Kathy nudges you, pulling you from your thoughts. “You should actually enjoy this, you know? This is everything you worked for.” She gives you a pointed look before taking a sip from her cup. “You deserve to be happy.”
You exhale, trying to let the words sink in, but there’s a part of you that still hesitates. You glance around at the people who have come to celebrate—your family, your friends, even the neighbors who barely know you but showed up for the free food. It’s all so perfect. Too perfect.
“It just doesn’t feel real yet,” you admit, voice quieter than you intended.
Kathy smiles, but there’s a knowing glint in her eyes. “Well, it is. And if you don’t start acting like it, I will personally make you.”
Before you can respond, another voice cuts through the air.
“Oh, come on, are we really just gonna ignore the elephant in the room?”
You turn to see Izaiah, standing with his arms crossed, shaking his head in clear disapproval. He doesn’t even bother lowering his voice as he jerks his chin toward the other side of the yard, where Seungcheol is deep in conversation with your uncle.
“Because that guy? He’s the worst.”
Your stomach tightens. “Izaiah, not now.”
“Nah, now is the perfect time,” he presses, stepping closer. “We’re all thinking it, Y/N. I literally just talked to your brother about him. He sucks! You’ve been pretending to be happy, but you don’t have to force it. Yes, you have been out more, but it doesn’t feel like you. You’ve had a rough year, sure, but that doesn’t mean you have to settle for some guy who acts like a dick every time he speaks.”
Kathy chokes on a laugh, trying to play it off when you glare at her.
“Hey he’s funny!” Kathy chuckles, “He pulled our girl out of her funk.”
“Are dumb or are you stupid? She’s still in the funk! Girl open you’re eyes!” Izaiah exclaims.
“Zai, I’m fine,” you say, the words coming out sharper than you intended.
“Are you?” He doesn’t budge. “Because you don’t look like someone who just got their life back on track. You look like someone trying really, really hard to convince themselves they’re okay.”
You open your mouth to respond, but before you can, your mom’s voice rings out from the deck.
“Alright, everyone! Let’s head on inside, it’s getting pretty cold. It’s time for presents!”
The conversation halts, tension still thick in the air. You force a smile and step away, feeling Izaiah’s gaze linger on you, filled with something dangerously close to concern.
“Everything is fine. This is what I have always wanted.”
“We’re not done talking about this.” Zai rolls his eyes and looks at Kathy, “Can’t believe you support dating this child of a man.”
“We’re not dating, yet.” you whisper.
“He’s hot!” Kathy shouts at him as she watches Zai pull a middle finger at her from behind his retreating frame.
Seungcheol was at the door girating his hips while beckoning everyone inside with some silly shouting.
Zai turns around one last time to shoot you both a disappointed glare.
“Well, he can be hot at times…” Kathy takes back.
As you make your way to the stack of neatly wrapped gifts, you push down the words you don’t want to admit are true. Maybe Izaiah isn’t wrong. Maybe you are pretending. Maybe you aren’t as happy as you want to be.
But tonight isn’t the time to think about that.
Tonight, you’re supposed to celebrate.
Even if you don’t quite know how.
-
You sit on the cushioned patio chair, a pile of torn wrapping paper and envelopes gathering at your feet as the night continues with your loved ones around you. Your dad stands nearby, his phone raised, recording every moment while your friends and family watch with warm smiles.
“Alright, last one,” you say, reaching for the final gift on the table.
The moment your fingers brush against the box, a flicker of recognition sparks in your chest. It’s a Build-A-Bear box—white with blue stars, the signature handle looped through the top. A few people chuckle knowingly, but you can’t bring yourself to look up just yet.
And then you see it.
“Whose this one from?” You raise an eyebrow at the only left suspect.
“Guess who!” he laughs uncomfortably.
You barely notice as you get up to sit next to him, “So which one did you get me?”
“It’s a surprise!” he says with a smirk.
Your hands feel a little too steady as you carefully lift the lid, peeling back the tissue paper inside. A plush bunny, soft brown fur, wearing a tiny graduation cap and gown. Your stomach clenches as you pull it out, holding it in your lap. There’s a faint weight to it, heavier than a normal stuffed animal.
“This is so cute!” Kathy gleams from the side holding her camera up, “look over here for a pic!”
Izaiah rolls his eyes again as you two get scooched together for a picture.
You turn the bunny to look at you, and you couldn’t help but have a wide grin.
“You like it?” Seungcheol asks oddly smug.
“Of course, I love it,” you say with a small peck to his cheek, “wait I didn’t know you put a voice recording in it!”
“Oh!” Seungcheol exclaims while grabbing the bunny out of your arms and holding it out of your reach, “Forgot about that sorry!”
“Well, let me hear it!” you say confused.
“Let’s hear it, lover boy!” your dad playfully yells from the side with his camera out.
“Uh… it’s a little personal don’t worry guys just a bit embarrassed…” he sweats.
“Just play the fucking bunny, y/n!” Zai shouts grabbing the stuffed animal out of his hands and throwing it at you.
The audience in front of you cheering for you to press it.
“Y/n, don’t-”
You press the little button on it’s hand.
The audio begins with an undeniable stutter.
A stutter that makes everyone go silent, you gasp.
“Is it on? Okay. U-uh hi Y/n, congrats. You finally did it. I can’t believe you’re already done. Just know that I have never stopped thinking about you. Every time I’m at the studio, practice – fuck I just wish I would have known that chasing my dreams meant losing you. I wouldn’t have picked this. It was supposed to be us, everything I sing, it’s about you. It’s so hard without you. But. This is the life we live in. I’m happy that you’re happy. This bunny represents your dreams and all starting. Y/n. I can’t wait to read your book one day. Just know I’ll always love y–.”
The audio cuts right before he finished. A silent sob overflows.
“y/n,” Seungcheol says while reaching out for you.
“Go home.” Zai says cutting him off, using his body as a barrier.
“I just-”
“Go home,” Kathy sighs while ushering him away.
“Alright party’s over everyone!” Your mom calls out solemnly gesturing for everyone to leave.
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Seungcheol... i'm bout to beat you up!!!
hehe anyways, sorry this took so long :(
as always, lmk your thoughts, questions, predictions... lowk the more the better it makes me feel motivated to post these bc it reminds me that there are people who will actually read my works and it's not just a little hobby to satisfy my delulu <3
xoxo eva