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[gianluc30]

[hotpinkhoshi]

how it ends ; 07. us

pairing: jinyoung x reader ft. jung jaehyun (nct)

genre: angst

warnings: cursing, alcohol, eventual smut

a/n: y'all had to know this was coming lmao

You hadn't planned on staying with Jinyoung. But he had never been a strong drinker and you'd wager he'd drank heavier last night than he ever had.

He'd emptied it all in the toilet while you sat on the floor next to him, your hand rubbing his back because you just couldn't help it. He looked pathetic - pale, teary eyed, with his forehead pressed into the toilet seat between heaves.

At one point, he'd turned to you once he was sure he was done, gulping and looking like he might actually start crying in front of your own eyes.

"Thank you," he said after a silence long enough to have your heart pounding. "And I'm sorry."

Your hand dropped from his back to your lap. "It's okay. You just went a little too hard tonight."

Jinyoung shook his head, sitting up straighter and reaching for your hand. Once his fingers closed over yours, your breath caught in your throat.

"Not this. Well, yeah, this. But..." he licked his lips and grimaced, probably at the taste of his own mouth. "For everything else. It was all so, so stupid. If I'd just talked to you-"

"You don't have to do that," you cut him off. "Just. It's in the past. We don't have to talk about it."

"Please," he said, voice weak, and squeezed your hand. "I never wanted to make excuses because you deserved better, but I... I realize you've spent the last year thinking it was something it wasn't. Hurting more because of that."

You swallowed as you pondered over his words for a moment. You should have told him it was fine, you didn't want to talk, get up and leave him there. But your heart got the best of you like it always did with Jinyoung.

"What do you mean?" you asked, your eyes drifting down to the sight of his hand covering yours. It was warm and familiar, even now.

Jinyoung ran his teeth across his lip, choosing his words carefully. "Nothing ever happened. With Hyejin. No - no, that's not true. It got blurry for a bit, but what you saw that day, it never went beyond that."

Wounds you'd tended for the last year started to split again, still in the process of healing, jagged and stitched together haphazardly. You pulled your hand from his and turned away, shaking your head.

"That was enough, Jinyoung. It doesn't make it hurt any less."

"No," he said, sighing and sitting up straighter. "That's not what I meant. It just, if you thought that it went further, that we-"

"Stop it," you said. "Please. That was never the problem, you just... you don't get it. Even now."

Jinyoung huffed, frustrated, and reached for you again. You snatched your hand away and scooted back, putting more distance between you.

"You didn't talk to me for months. Months. You'd wake up, leave for work while I was in the shower, and come home after I'd made dinner and hardly say a word to me before you were opening your laptop and working until I fell asleep. That's if you even came home while I was still up. On the weekends, you kept finding reasons to head into the office. It wasn't about her. It was you. Us. You made me into this pathetic little girl waiting for you every night, reaching for you, wanting you to love me."

"I never stopped loving you, Y/N."

"Stop. I don't want to hear it. You didn't love me, not at the end, or you wouldn't have treated me like that."

"Y/N," Jinyoung said, his voice raw and shaky. "I know... that's all true. Everything you said. I fucked up. I could feel the cracks growing in us and instead of trying to fix it, I shut down. I closed off."

This time, when he reached for you, you were too weak to pull away. Stupid. "But I never stopped loving you. I just stopped deserving you."

You crumbled then, the steel dam you'd built starting to give way. "J-Jinyoung, please," you whispered, not knowing what you were asking for, just that this hurt so badly.

You weren't sure who reached for who, but all of the sudden you were in his arms, even though his sweater had vomit on it and now it was in your hair. He held you as you sobbed, letting your open wounds bleed out.

"I loved you, I loved you so much," you said, borderline babbling through your tears, as he stroked your hair.

"I know. I know. I'm so fucking sorry," he whispered through his own tears.

"I would have done anything for you," you said, burying your face into his chest. "I just wanted you. Like it used to be."

You felt Jinyoung nod as he held you tighter. "I know. God, if I could go back-"

"I wish we could," you whispered.

The words hung in the air between you as soon as they left your lips. You shouldn't have said that. It wasn't that simple for so many reasons.

You stayed in his arms though, letting the silence wrap around the two of you and no matter how wrong this was, just staying in this moment as long as you could.

You'd been so angry at him for so long. He'd taken advantage of your loyalty and, to your knowledge, had been enjoying the company of another woman. You'd only seen a moment between them, you could only assume it had gone further than that.

But it hadn't. If you believed him, at least.

Did that change anything? No, not really. But hearing that he did feel remorse, that he knew you'd drifted and he'd fucked up, that was what you'd needed to hear this last year. Maybe now you could start to heal.

"Y/N," Jinyoung said after what felt like an hour in his embrace.

"Hm?" You still didn't move.

"I think I'm going to puke again," he replied.

You pulled away instantly, just in time for him to turn and yak away for hopefully the last time.

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[hotpinkhoshi]

how it ends ; 05. drunk

pairing: jinyoung x reader ft. jung jaehyun (nct)

genre: angst

warnings: cursing, alcohol, eventual smut

“Stop looking at me like that,” you sighed, trying to avoid Jinyoung’s eyes. 

He hummed. “Like what?”

“Like you-” you glanced over at him, just for a split second. “Just stop.”

Jinyoung was a happy drunk. It had been a long time since you’d seen him like this, the last time was probably Mark’s birthday the fall before you broke up. But he wasn’t much different now, leaning against the taxi’s back seat and staring at you with a dopey smile. 

“You look so pretty in blue,” Jinyoung muttered almost as if he was speaking to himself. “I’m so stupid.”

With a deep inhale, you turned towards him once more. “Please stop talking. We’re almost there, and once I make sure you get into your apartment, I’m leaving.” 

Jinyoung sighed, lips pouted. “Okay. But what if I choke on my own vomit?”

“That sounds like a personal problem,” you snapped. You angled your body towards the window once more, tearing your eyes away from Jinyoung. He was downright pitiful right now, and you wouldn’t allow him to break your resolve. Once you got him to his apartment door, you were leaving.

When the taxi pulled up to the building, you made sure to tip the driver for having to deal with Jinyoung’s whining before roughly grabbing his arm and tugging him out of the car.

“Come on.” 

“The code is the same,” he told you as you led him up to the security door of the complex. 

It had been a year. One year since you packed all of your things into one suitcase and two boxes and never looked back - and yet you still felt like this was home. You gulped as you pressed the code into the security door, one digit at a time. 

The door clicked open and you led him through. The ability to walk in a straight line was apparently lost on him, so you’d had to wrap an arm around his waist while he slung one of his arms over your shoulders. To anyone else, you looked like a happy couple that had knocked back one too many cocktails. 

Once you arrived at Jinyoung’s door, you watched as he punched in the door’s code - it hadn’t changed either, and that fact made your stomach twist as if you were the one that had drank your body weight in tequila. It was still your anniversary. 

“Y/N,” he said as he turned, door propped open with his foot. He leaned against the doorway, looking at you with more clarity than he had all night. 

“Jinyoung…” you whispered, voice cracking. You blinked and found your eyes were watery. “Please don’t.” 

He worried at his lower lip as his lids fell shut. You watched as his throat bobbed with a hard swallow. With the fluorescent hallway light, you could see the hollows under his eyes, in his cheekbones. One year later and he looked like an entirely different person.

“I’m-” he started, then stopped abruptly. His eyes snapped open as he gulped, his hand flying up to cover his mouth. Then he turned, rushing inside. 

You caught the door before it shut behind him and stared after him even after his figure disappeared around the corner, presumably to go puke his guts out. You blinked a few times, fighting with yourself. 

You could easily leave him now. Let him empty his stomach, pass out on the bathroom floor, and wake up feeling like roadkill. It was a fraction of what he deserved. And yet, something told you he had already done his fair share of suffering. 

So you followed him inside, the door slamming shut behind you with a sense of finality.

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[whatsheread]

How it started. How it ends. She started dancing one month after turning four. Since then, she’s been turning, leaping, pliéing, and tapping her way through life. Over the past 13+ years, she battled a few sprained ankles and knees, a pulled groin, and more blisters and bruises that most people get in their lifetime. There were also plenty of tears - of anger, of frustration, of sadness, and most of all of joy. The group dance that won the national title is called Voice of God, a beautiful song about what spirituality might look like to individual people. @holly_shann, watching you dance has always been my Voice of God. As you head to Scotland in September, remember everything you have battled and overcome over the years and keep on dancing with that same joy that helped build you into the amazing young woman you are today. Thank you for an incredible journey through the dance world. I love you! And yes folks, I finally cried. #apictureaday #2022inpictures #theendofthatdancelife #howitstarted #howitends #mydaughterisadancer #nolongeradancemom #wheredidthetimego #bittersweetmoment #endofanera #ontothenextchapter #becominganemptynester #holyshit https://www.instagram.com/p/CfkMDqLLsI-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=