Summary: Your ex, Junhoe, calls you while drunk again. This is inspired by a song titled ‘Stella’ by All Time Low (i recommend listening to it while reading !)
[a/n]: ahh, what’s this? i’ve been in a more angsty mood lately heheh... i’ve included some lyrics of the song throughout this piece :) also, this is definitely worthy of a part two (if anyone wants it, of course!)
three pm, on my feet and staggering / two am, i’m on a blackout binge again
“[y/n]...” you heard Junhoe’s drunken voice through the phone again. He had called you at 3pm, drunk. Now it was 2am and he was calling you while drunk again.
“I miss you, don’t you miss me?” he slurred, chuckling.
i got so many friends / and they keep, keep me coming back for more
The two of you had not been seeing each other for some time. It wasn’t because you didn’t love one another, but your lifestyles did not blend well. Junhoe was always drinking and at parties, but you didn’t always want to join him. You told him to get rid of his bad friends, because they were the ones who kept dragging him to parties. He worried you with his night life, always ending up hurt in some way.
After a lot of heated arguments and disagreements, the two of you thought that it would be best to put an end to your relationship. Junhoe, though, clearly hadn’t been able to move on. He always called you when he got drunk, which was more than once a week. You worried about him so you always answered his calls, but lately you were wondering if that was giving him the wrong idea.
you’re only happy when i’m wasted
“You’re not answeriiiing,” he sang. “Does that mean you miss me? It does, doesn’t it? You must be so happy to hear from me that you’re too shocked to speak.”
“Junhoe, you called me twelve hours ago. Why would I miss you?” you replied, sternly.
“Why wouldn’t you miss meee?” he laughed, then you heard a thud.
feels like i’m falling in love / when i’m falling to the bathroom floor
“Junhoe, are you okay?” you got up from your seat, worried.
“Has the floor always been this cold? Or is it cold now that you’re gone...” he mumbled. You were dying to know where he was and what that thud was. He was turning you into a worried mess and you hated him for it.
“i guess falling on this bathroom floor is just like falling in love. It’s fun and shocking until it hits you and you get hurt.”
Junhoe and his poems... It made your heart ache. If only he had listened to you a little more and tried to party just a little less.
i remember how you tasted / i’ve had you so many times, let’s face it
“I remember kissing you in this bathroom. Your lips were so sweet because of the gloss you were wearing...” His voice sounded raspy through the phone. It was like you could hear him falling apart right at that moment.
You could remember what he was talking about. The time when you were getting ready for a date with him and you decided to put a bit of lip gloss on. Junhoe had walked into the bathroom looking for something, but when he saw your shiny lips, he couldn’t help himself. He kissed you with so much passion that you fell against the sink.
feels like i’m falling in love alone / Stella, would you take me home?
“[y/n]... I feel so lonely. I feel like I’m the only one out of the two of us who still loves, who still misses us. Can’t you just come and take me home? I’m so tired of this,” Junhoe said, in his wobbly voice.
You sighed, but got up to grab your coat anyway.
“Where are you, Junhoe?” you asked.
When he gave you the address, you rushed over right away. It was only when you arrived that you realized where he was. The bathroom of the club where he first met you, where he found you crying.
