AU!: Rival to lovers trope; Supritendent of police, forensic psychologist
Warning (s): swears, mentions of murder, serial killer, victims
Rating: T
Word Count: 976
A/N: Hey, everyone.. I am back after a long break, things didnt go my way and we're tough but now it's better because of God's grace. ase, it's a small request to kindly give your feedback. It means alot ❤️
Sorry for grammatical mistakes and dramatic ending.. 😭
Summary:
"Now, I realised that as much as most of us call fairy tales as overrated and exaggerated versions but somewhere and somehow even we wish to have for own selves, for us to remember and for us to tell.. It happened with me as well but by the time I started hoping for one, I didn't realise that it might not be the type of ending I wished but I still didn't wanna give up"
"Wow, Mr Lee that's an amazing write up and I can't wait for the book to be published and read it but please, excuse my curiosity but there is more to it right? As in it feels this is actually from your own perspective like from your life experience or something?"
"Ofcourse, it is dear Lia but wait for the right time though."
Chapter-2 HE IS HERE..
‘CHAOS!’ ‘FRETFUL’ ‘STRESS!’ and numerous words like these fail to describe the current situation that was prevalent not only in the country but in the departments that joined hands to understand and solve the crime. It was as if the serial killer knew each and every move and is three steps forward,
“What the fuck is going on?” Junho said in frustration as he threw the set papers in his hand towards the wall. “Junho, you can’t just throw papers like this! I know you are frustrated and so we are.” Taecyeon said with a sympathetic look.
“You aren’t understanding the gravity of the situation! The victims are rising and so is the cruelty. I am worried what if the next victims are—
“Junho! I mean Mr Lee and Mr Ok, here is the report.” You rushed to his side with the thick folders and gave it to him before leaving. “How many times have I told you not to run with these thick folders?” Junho said with a stern look before taking the said folders and started going through it.
Taecyeon scoffed and texted Jennie.
Me: How long will they take?
Jen: Guess?
Me: I don’t know? Days, weeks, months, years, centuries or even millennials
Jen: Or they won't ever confess. Don’t worry
Me: Yeah, take care
Jen: You too :)
He closed his phone and saw him making notes. “Found something valuable? “ He said and sat next to him. “The reports have given great detail about the gruesome killings.” Junho said and turned his attention to Taecyeon.
“You remember, the initial conversation we had with the Chief? We spoke about backgrounds, abandoned areas?” Taecyeon nodded. “Well from the recent documents and evidence that were found, most of the victims are directly related to the killer in some way. Though, this sounds crazy especially how evidence has been gathered or possibly if the killer is deliberately leaving his evidence to find him, but why?”
“Because we are next on his target list.” Dr Kim said as he came with the Chief in their room. “Sir!” They stood up and saluted the Chief and greeted the doctor.
“Dr Kim is right” the chief sighed before continuing, “The two victims through which we thought we were able to get a hold of that monster, what happened? Another victim was killed horrifically and was not related to all others. So, that your attention could be diverted and from the rough sketches that were drawn and witnesses were called, most of them said that the accused knew the victim somehow the other way. It's not just a gruesome and gory play but it has some connection with the accused as well."
Later that night:
You and Jennie were going back after a hard and tiring day. “This case is too gory and scary.” Jennie said as she took a sip from juice. “Can’t agree more. It is literally so scary that I have become paranoid at this point.” You too walked closely keeping an eye out even though the general public was there but who would take a risk.
There were times when you felt someone’s presence but when you turned around, no one was there.
Rushing through your apartment’s door and closing it, a sigh of relief came out from both of your mouths.
“Lets get changed fast, then we can watch some shows while having some fried rice and the side dishes.” Jennie said to which you nodded
Everything was going well and you were about to fall asleep when the lights went off. “Why now?” You whined. “Don’t worry it will come in a minute or so” Jennie said but sadly, that minute turned into 15 minutes.
“Yes, thank you” Jennie sighed as she ended the call. “What happened?” You asked
“They are checking for the issue and the generator will start in a m-
A loud sound was heard as if someone broke the glass, making you both scream. “Jen-sh-” and another glass breaking sound was heard followed by bangings on the main door.
Tears were flowing down both of your faces. “D-do you think, its him?”
You frantically called the first number.
“P-please p-p-pick up!”
“Hello?”
“H-he is here. I think. P-
Before you could say anything the call ended and within a few seconds police sirens were heard and the bangings stopped and some rustling was heard outside.
“Y/N!!!” Junho screamed as he broke your apartment’s door followed by Taecyeon and other police officers and the lights came back.
“B-baby” He kneeled down as he took you in his arms, rubbing your back softly. “D-don’t worry baby, I am here” He whispered softly. After sometime, when you calmed down a bit, you snuggled your face in his chest and your grip on his shirt tightened.
“P-please don’t l-leave m- “Never, angel”
“Sir, we found this paper crumbled and this pin” San said he brought the evidence.
Both you and Jennie looked at the pin before you both turned pale. “Y/N, this is the p-pin that you lost!!” Jennie lost her balance and Taecyeon helped her.
“What does that paper say?” Junho growled. San’s hand shivered when he read it
“I was planning to meet you, my princess Y/N and your friend. You are too beautiful and i hope you remember this article. See ya next time”
“You are coming with me” Junho said as he stood up with you in his arms.
“I-I won’t go with you” You said as you tried to go from his arms.
“ARE YOU CRAZY?”
“He is after me and I don’t wanna go with you all. I can’t risk your saf-
“Risk safety? Are you insane??’
“I am insane enough because I love you Lee Junho. Please, I can’t risk losing you or any of you. I can’t lose more people.” You fell on the floor crying. “Its all over!!”
It’s been years since you’ve seen Junho. The last time was the night he abandoned you, a night so horrible he had to move to a different country just to escape you. This was the last place you expected to see him. Why is he back now and why is he smiling at you like that?
Warnings -
Swearing, suggestive content, a breakup but maybe a makeup too
A/N -
This is for the 500 follower event from this request.
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This can’t be happening. How is he here of all places? Not only is he meant to be in another country but a baby shower is the last place you would expect to see Junho. He's not the expecting daddy. Not that that mattered, not anymore - you had burned his memory from your skin, that one night together forgotten.
But, why was he here? At one of your best friends' baby shower? He had to know you would be here. Also why hadn’t she warned you? Her husband had been good friends with him back in college but hadn’t Junho abandoned all his friends, just like how he had abandoned you?
No, you refuse to think about that now. It’s your friend's day and you refuse to ruin it for her with old drama. You can do this - you can get through the next hour or so without making a scene.
Most of the guests are here now, bringing gifts and smiles for the expectant couple. While you don’t mind being on present duty (accepting and rearranging the gifts so they all fit isn’t a difficult job in itself), you are forced to greet every person that comes in, including Junho, your one-time lover. Or, you guess, almost lover.
You never did go all the way before he disappeared… maybe things would have been different if you had. Days later you found out that he had left the country, flying out to only God knows where to study abroad like some big shot. Screw him.
It’s not a difficult job to sit and smile and make notes of who got what so the hopeful parents can send nice thank you cards that will be thrown out or lost in a weeks time, but that look of joy on his face as he walks up to the gift area holding a large box in his hands is enough to give you hope and hope is not what you need right now.
His arms are empty of another person but that doesn't mean he’s single and why do you care? He hurt you. He left right when you put your feelings out on the table and he crushed what little trust you had in men completely. He destroyed your future possibilities. He left you heartbroken and yet here he is, a huge grin on his face as if no time has passed.
“It’s been a long time.” He slinks up to the table, holding up the yellow and blue gift-wrapped box with a quirk of his brow. “Where should I put this?”
“In the trash and why don’t you join it?”
“What?” His eyes furrow as he eases back and forth from one foot to the other.
“I’ll take it, just go inside.”
“Did I do something to upset you?”
“Nothing so important to remember I guess.” The gull of this guy. As he starts to open his mouth you hold up a hand. “Let’s not. This is neither the time nor the place. “
“Of course,” he says, a curt smile on his lips as he hands you the present before walking further into the house. It’s for the best. It’s over and you shouldn’t dwell on the past. You already wasted too many hours on 'what if’s' and 'why me’s'. You refuse to do it again. Holding your chin up, you smile at the couple walking in.
The presents have all been opened and accounted for (even Junho’s extravagant, glittery baby mobile with mystical tunes) and the cake is being served, many people gobbling it down and making their excuses to leave. The air is starting to circulate again, the space widening as more guests start to head out one by one.
Not him though. He’s still here, watching from the other side of the room and digging into the cake, the blue frosting icing his lips before his tongue scoops it up, swallowing it alongside the rest. His plate never seems to empty even though you know for a fact that he hasn’t gone back for more. Why won’t he leave?
“You should go home. You have been on your feet for hours,” you friend says, rubbing her belly.
“I don’t want to leave the mess for you to clean up.”
“Don’t worry. There are still plenty of people here to help. Go, go. Be free and enjoy the rest of your night.” She winks and you’re about to say something else when you overhear her husband telling Junho to leave and you know it’s best to make a fast escape.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.”
She nods and waves and you scurry to the closet to grab your purse. Clutching at the soft material, you turn and run straight into Junho. His arms stretch out against the opposite sides of the door frame, cornering you within. You take a step back but there isn’t much room and you stumble over the cluster of shoes scattered across the floor. Dropping to the ground, your bag glides across the wood. This is just terrific.
He bends over, extending a hand, and although your first reaction is to slap it away, you take it and he pulls you up. His fingers entwine with yours for a moment before he pulls you into his embrace. Fire pools in your gut as your hips rub up against his, poised close enough to feel his breath against your lips.
“What do you want?”
“Wait for me outside.”
“I’m good, thanks.”
“I’m asking nicely. We could always have the conversation here if you like,” he says, the edge of his mouth twitching up at the corner. “I thought you might prefer not to ruin such an important day-”
“Whatever. Fine. Just move and I’ll wait for you outside.” You push against him but a trail of warmth twists upwards from your hand, the heat almost unbearable as he grabs your arm.
“Don’t run off again.”
You blink a few times and push against his chest hard enough that he shifts one of his feet, stepping behind the other to keep his balance before you hiss, “Me?”
“Not here.” He winks and backs up, giving you room to leave before hesitating for a moment, his eyes furrowed, his lips pulling down into a frown before he walks back towards the living room. What is he playing at now?
Shaking your head, you grab your bag and head out the door. Strolling down the driveway on your way to the street. Your car is a few houses down. Kicking the unfortunate pebble in your path, your fists clench tight while you decide if you should just hop in your car and drive away. Is it wrong to ignore his request? If you leave now you’ll never see him again but isn’t that a good thing?
Still pondering the question, you crush the button three times, the beeping of the car doors unlocking echoing six times before you decide you don’t care what he has to say. Hesitating for a moment, you think of that look on his face before opening the door and sliding behind the steering wheel, ignoring the tight feeling in your chest as you turn the key in the ignition and put it into drive. Fuck him. Let him suffer.
Right as you start to pull from the curb, a figure jumps out in front of your car, forcing you to slam your foot onto the brakes. Your heart beat thumps against your chest, vibrating in your eardrums. His arms are spread out across the hood, his shoulders raising and lowering rapidly; he ran here from the house to stop you. His eyes capture yours - his hooded expression, the hurt in them, catches you off guard. Your body is unable to react in time as he swings around the car, opens the door and jumps into the passenger side seat.
“What the hell?” He leans over, turning off the engine and pocketing the key. “You couldn’t even wait five minutes? I understand not waiting five years, but not even five minutes?”
“What are you going on about?”
“You know, I thought about you a lot while I was away.”
“I seriously doubt that,” you mutter and roll your eyes.
“I did. I missed you.”
“Then you shouldn’t have left,” you say folding your arms over your chest.
“Are you serious?” His laugh is as bitter as the leftover coffee you drank this morning in your rush to get over here. “You told me leave.”
“I told you to leave?”
“You don’t remember?” He frowns, his hand jutting out to circle your head, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not lying,” you say, wobbling your head back and forth with each word, your chin up in defiance. “I believe you were the one who disappeared without a word's notice. It was quite insulting waking up the morning after what I thought had been a magical night to find you gone. Then to find out that you had left the goddamn country, well, that was a mighty blow to the ego. Just another man who couldn’t get what he wanted from a girl and went on to find an easier catch.”
“Wow.” His scrunched up face thins out into a smile before his head flops back and a hardy laugh escapes his lips. “Babe, babe. You mean to tell me that I left you without a word?”
“Yes asshole, and don’t call me that.”
“You know, I felt that connection too. That night meant a lot to me. I never regretted it. I mean sure, I wanted to fuck your brains out, I still do. But I never regretted that night.”
“Then why did you leave?"
“You told me to.”
“I swear to God-”
“Me too. I swear. You said that you couldn’t wait for me, that you wouldn’t wait while I was overseas with school. I even suggested that we try it long distance but you wouldn’t budge. You told me to leave before it became too painful, before we really got hurt. You pushed me away.”
“I didn’t.” Although now that he said it, it did sound like something you would have said.
“We had a few drinks but I didn’t realize you were that drunk or I wouldn’t have listened. I should have tried harder. I shouldn’t have used any excuse to run but if I’m being completely honest right now, I might have been a little scared of how I was feeling. I wasn’t ready and I took the easy way out. I fucked up.” He pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his lips close to yours. “But I never stopped thinking about you. Giving up on you is the only regret I have.”
“But I-”
The words suspend midair as his lips close the distance, soft lingering kisses that quickly turn deep and hungry as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. Was it all a misunderstanding?
“Forgive me.” He pulls you close, ignoring the arm rest dividing you, his hands as hungry as his tongue that litters kisses across your neck and throat. “Give me another chance.”
And you think you will.
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The sound of your laughter was something Junho would never forget. Your scent, your smile, how you made him feel safe and at home. You were it for him, you were the one that he wanted to grow old with, watch his children grow with, and have grandchildren.
You were the one he wanted to give the world too, the one that deserved everything you ever wanted in life and he would work damn hard to make sure you got everything you ever dreamed of.
As much as Junho loved you, you loved him even harder. He was your safe space, your knight in shining armor, the one you could fall about anything and talking to about anything. He was the one who kept your deepest, darkest secrets inside and make you feel like the most amazing person in the world.
He was your person.
And you were his.
"I love you so much." He smiles, wrapping his arms around you.
"I love you more." You giggle, placing a kiss on his lips.
Junho holds onto you as tight as he can, the sounds of your laughter still ringing in his ear, but you still somehow were released from his grasp and slowly backed away from him.
"Y/N!" He calls as he reaches out for you. "Don't leave me, please." He begs.
You reach your hand out for him, calling and pleading for him to save you.
But he can't.
You're gone.
Junho wakes up with a gasp, sitting up in his bed. He reaches over to your side, but you're not there. He looks over and see the empty spot where you once laid.
[7:37pm] "He likes me. He doesn't like me. He likes me. He doesn't like me." A daisy in your hand, you carefuly plucked out each petal. Beside you, Junho layed in the field of white flowers, sunbathing. It was late after noon, the sun was starting to set and the sky was turning orange.
"He likes me. He doesn't like me." You heard a huff coming from the boy next to you.
"Why do you care so much for that jerk?" The annoyance that laced his voice was evident. "Well, that jerk is actually a really nice guy when you get to know him." Arriving to the last petal of the flower, you hesitantly pulled it off with a pout.
"He doesn't like me..." Letting the now naked daisy fall to the ground, you sighed in disapointement.
"I'm doomed." You said. The next thing you knew, Junho cupped your face with his warm hands and gently placed his lips onto yours. The wind suddenly rose up, blowing through your hair and bringing shivers all over your skin. His nose brushed agaisnt your cheek, moving his lips in sync with your own. When he moved away from you his frustration took over him. "I like you. Isn't that enough?"
AU!: Rival to lovers trope; Supritendent of police, forensic psychologist
Warning (s): swears, mentions of murder, serial killer, victims
Rating: T
Word Count: 1.2 K
A/N: Hey, everyone.. I am back with 2pm fanfics. This is gonna be a Three-shot scenario as requested by my dear anon. Please, it's a small request to kindly give your feedback. It means alot ❤️
Sorry for grammatical mistakes.. 😭
Summary: "Now, I realised that as much as most of us call fairy tales as overrated and exaggerated versions but somewhere and somehow even we wish to have for own selves, for us to remember and for us to tell.. It happened with me as well but by the time I started hoping for one, I didn't realise that it might not be the type of ending I wished but I still didn't wanna give up"
"Wow, Mr Lee that's an amazing write up and I can't wait for the book to be published and read it but please, excuse my curiosity but there is more to it right? As in it feels this is actually from your own perspective like from your life experience or something?"
"Ofcourse, it is dear Lia but wait for the right time though."
Chapter-1 Hate You
“Good Morning Mr Lee, here are some of the updates for the morning that would take you in for a mini ride .”
“I really hope these updates are of some worth; considering how they are the usuals, just about the records being sent to other concerned authorities and receiving back the replies”, said the tall black haired guy to his colleague whose name was Taecyeon. “Well, that's the basic going on but anyways, we have got confirmation from the head to lead an extensive research team and also to set the camps around the scenes where crime has taken pla-
“Woah, how did the Sun rise from the west! Anymore updates?”
“There is something peculiar pattern found in all the victims’ bodies and as well as the background they come from but t-”
At this point the black haired guy frustratedly pulled his hair. “But what Tae?”
Taecyeon took a deep breath before continuing, “The head has requested the national forensics department to join our investigation under the leadership of Dr Kim.”
“No, man!! They are those typical b-
A knock came on the door before Taecyeon called the person inside “Excuse me sirs, but Chief Superintendent General sir is calling you both”
“Thank you officer San! You may leave but keep me updated about the Giva case.”
“I will sir and as of now, a small inquiry team has been set up” officer San said before saluting the two officers and leaving the premises.
A firm knock was placed on the door before a ‘faint come in’ was heard. “Sir, you called us?”
“Yes, I did. Junho and Taecyeon have a seat. So, the sudden rise in crime has shocked not only the whole country but globally there is a spread of fear and worry. From, what we expected to be a cold blooded murder as a part of the revenge or vengenance,there is a lot more to it and by now Taecyeon might have told you by looking at the patterns, the victims’ backgrounds and how they are possibly linked to the area 71 and abandoned streets of Seoul and Busan. Its just not a coincidence; there is more to it from what we believe. Therefore, the division has taken the decision to include the forensics team under the lead of Dr Kim. I hope you will cooperate with each other. Any further questions?”
“No sir” The voices were heard in unison. “Good, you may leave and Dr Kim will be joining from tomorrow.” The Chief Superintendent General said before dismissing the young men.
“You don’t seem that happy when you heard about Dr Kim, is everything okay?” Taecyeon placed his hand over Junho’s shoulder.
“Its not Dr Kim but one of his team member. Dr Y/N, she is the reason why I am frustrated, as my headache now will turn into migraine and as much as I wanna avoid her but she somehow comes back into my life.”
“Is she that bad?” Taecyeon asked while raising one of his eyebrows. “I mean, I don’t know what actually happened and now we literally loathe each other’s presence at least she does.”
“What about you?”
“I also don’t like her presence-
“There is a difference between not liking and loathing someone and their presence. Anyways, I will find solutions for you, okay?” Taecyeon said before hugging him.
“Y/N, did you hear the news?” Jennie asked with a bored look. “What news Jen?”
“We have to work under Dr Kim on the new rise of mystery murders by the serial killer along with the national police.”
“You gotta be kidding me. No? Why?” Y/N said with a worried look. “Why are you so worried and upset? Scared that the serial killer might come and be like surpri-
“Oh shut up!!! T-thats not the case.”
“Then?”
“Him?’
“Him who? Oh wait! Are you sure that he is still in there?” she said with a surprised look.
“Yes, I have seen his pictures with Tae.” Y/N said with a slight pout.
“Y/N, its been ages!! You two can’t act like this! What was the actual reason for it though for what happened between you and Junho” Jennie with a disappointed look.
Y/N sighed deeply before speaking , “It had been way back to high school. We were acquaintances or maybe friends but some misunderstandings happened and there was no clarity but at the same time I didn’t wanna confront him, considering how his friend circle was. We were at each other’s throat and still are. Just looking at him, I still get furious but sometimes I feel is it valid? And his actions justify my emotions for him, anyway we need to get ready for the meeting.”
“Then, why did you act like you didn’t hear the news? Because you wanted to talk about him, huh?” Jennie smirked which earned her a smack. “Ouch, it hurts!” she whined. “I mean, its you we are talking about. The way you present stuff is great.” You said with a small smile before rubbing her shoulder where you smacked.
“So, guys this is our new home till the investigation gets completed. Please try to make your acquaintances while me and Chief Superintendent General will have a minute’s talk.” Dr Kim said and with that he went out for a short conversation.
Throughout the little interaction glares and hot stares were exchanged with little venom dripping through sharp responses.
“We met again Y/N. Hopefully, you won’t be as much as the pain you were before.`` Junho said as he put his hand forward.
“As much as you might be kinda happy to trouble me but I am not in the mood. So, if you wanna save yourself from a prescription of heavy doses of painkillers and consultation with a doctor, STAY AWAY FROM ME!” You sad with a stern look while shaking his hand.
“Didn’t knew that this little ant would be so brave.” He said with a small smirk.
“Well, I think you forgot that as much as an elephant might harm the ant with its power but a small movement and bite is enough for the elephant to surrender. I hate you Lee Junho”
“Likewise Y/N”
With that the two of you went back to your colleagues and started the discussion of this new coming challenge.
A/N: I am back with 2pm fanfic followed by a Winner's Mino scenario soon.. Anyways, here is a mini sneak peek as to what I have planned for this story. It will have three oneshots/chapters only as of now because the plot is small and sweet and I don't wanna waste it by increasing the no of chapters on it.
Summary: "Now, I realised that as much as most of us call fairy tales as overrated and exaggerated versions but somewhere and somehow even we wish to have for own selves, for us to remember and for us to tell.. It happened with me as well but by the time I started hoping for one, I didn't realise that it might not be the type of ending I wished but I still didn't wanna give up"
"Wow, Mr Lee that's an amazing write up and I can't wait for the book to be published and read it but please, excuse my curiosity but there is more to it right? As in it feels this is actually from your own perspective like from your life experience or something?"
"Ofcourse, it is dear Lia but wait for the right time though."
A/N: @biaswreckingfics said she wanted to fight.. so here we go.
The day was finally here. The day you had been waiting for, for so long. The day you've got to marry your soulmate, your best friend and the love of your life.
As you stood in front of the mirror, you smiled at yourself in your long, beautiful wedding dress, your hair done just right and your makeup was just as you dreamt about. Today had already been so perfect and you hadn't even married Junho yet. The two of you met 5 years ago when you literally ran into each other on the street. You both dropped the book you had been reading, and like fate, it happened you were reading the same book, near the same part. He asked you to coffee and you said yes, and well, the rest is history.
Junho asked you to marry him 3 years into the relationship, on your 3rd anniversary. You had no hesitations, no reservations about him. You knew in your heart that Junho was exactly who you were supposed to be with.
"Y/N." Your mother calls, peeking her head into the room. "You're.. stunning. You look absolutely beautiful, my dear." Your mom sniffles. "Junho is a lucky man."
You grin at your mom's words, sure he was lucky but you always felt like the lucky one with him. He treated you so well, he never made you question his loyalty, he never called you names or tried to tear you down. He always made sure you felt safe and secure with him. He made you a better person, and you couldn't have asked for anyone better.
"Thanks mom." You grin. You glance at the clock, 3 minutes until it is time for you to walk down the aisle. The butterflies in your stomach began to flutter, it was finally time.
Seconds later, Junho's best friend peaks his head in the door, his eyes searching the room. "What's going on?" You ask.
"Junho.. he said he needed to run out and get something, but he's not back yet.." he whispers.
"What?" You say, rushing towards the door. You walk down the hallway to the front door of the building you were getting married in. You pulled it open, seeing Junho across the street. He waves to you with the biggest smile on his face, as he holds up your favorite cheesecake in the other hand. He had known that you were a little sad that you didn't have cheesecake for your desserts, and now he made sure that this day was perfect for you. You could feel the tears forming in your eyes as his laugh echoed towards you. He looks both ways before running across the street, running to you.
Anything can happen in a split second. You never know when something bad might happen until it does. Às Junho crosses the street, a car comes out of nowhere, speeding down the street. Junho stops, and looks at the car before looking at you with a terrified look on his face. "Run." You scream, but as he takes a step, the car slams into him, throwing him into the air. The car screeches to a stop, allowing Junho to land on the windshield before rolling off, laying on the concrete bleeding. You quickly run to him, tears streaming down your face.
"Someone call an ambulance!' You scream. You grab his head, placing it in your lap. He's bleeding a lot, having a hard time breathing. "Stay with me babe.. please. I need you to keep your eyes open." You beg, shaking him lightly to try and get him to open his eyes.
"Y/N, baby.." He coughs. "I love you.. forever." He sighs, slowly grabbing your hand. Your grip on his hand is tight as you plead with him to stay with you.
"I need you." You cry. "You can't leave me. Please don't leave me." You scream.
You can feel the grip from his hand loosen, and within seconds, he's gone.
The love of your life, your soulmate is dead, just like that. On what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, it's now known as the worst day of your life.
[2:20pm] "Can we get some ice cream?" You asked, tugging at Junho's jacket. He stared back at you, his brows furrowed.
"But, isn't it too cold outside to be eating ice cream?" Technically, he was right. The leaves had already left the trees a long time ago and now, everyone was waiting for the first snow to fall. Still, that could never stop you from getting that delicious treat.
"I don't care for the weather- Please? I really want some." Junho only chuckled at your childish behavior.
"Okay then let's go." He said, intertwining his fingers with yours as you smiled excitedly.
"Just know that I won't give you my jacket if you get cold from a brain freeze." He knew that was a lie, and you knew it too.
