IT COULD BE A DRAMA II Lee Jong Suk II Part Eight
It Could Be A Drama // Lee Jong Suk // Part Eight
Lee Jong Suk ft. Kim Woo Bin
Pairing : Jong Suk x Reader
Genre : Fluff, Angst, Humor, Romance
Summary : During filming for School 2013 Lee Jong Suk found himself falling for the reader. In a split second she had left him. Not understanding her reasons for leaving, hate for her builds inside him.
(A/N)This story is another huge ass thank you to all of my followers.
The mere fact that Jong Suk would be returning to Seoul within the day was nerve wracking. You’d fielded his call from 2 weeks ago, requesting to talk about everything, by essentially giving in. At the time, you’d thought there would be an easy way to get out of it. But with Woo Bin and Minhee teaming up with Jong Suk, you found yourself caught with no escape.
“Seriously tell us, (Y/N), why can’t you give Jong Suk a chance?” Woo Bin had asked seriously after he and Minhee had locked the door to your office, a simple warning not to leave.
“You’re still in love with him. You never even tried moving on to someone else. If you’re not going to give him another chance, then go on a date with someone.” Minhee added with her arms crossed over her chest.
Woo Bin’s question had been hard to answer as you didn’t have a straight answer at the time. Then you’d stumbled out something along the lines of not trusting him.
Today, as you waited from Jong Suk to come knocking at your door, you were pressed to admit that it was fear. Every reason Yoo Rim had for pushing you two away from each other was legitimate. The media would dislike the relationship. It could hinder both of your professional careers. Dating him could make it problematic for production companies to hire you. You’d come so far without him. Would you allow a relationship to take you a step back?
Rubbing your hand down your face, you wished you could lock the door to your office, but someone had prevented that possibility.
“Oops,” Woo Bin giggled after intentionally breaking the handle on the office door. “Guess I better call maintenance and have them come and replace this.”
The placing of the call did nothing to help the situation as maintenance informed you that they would need to take the handle to fix it, before returning it at a later date.
“What a shame.” Woo Bin fake sighed.
“Hmm, what a shame.” You hummed back while glaring at him.
“Fucking ass,” the statement was mumbled under your breath as you considered just making a break for it as you heard the sound of footsteps coming your way. A breath whined from your lips.
I could jump from the window.
I’m only on the second floor.
It may break a few bones.
But that really depends on how I land.
Fuck, I should have gone into stunts, not costuming.
A knock sounded on your door before Jong Suk’s eye became visible from his bent form through the hole that once was your door knob. “Looks like someone was grasping for handles.” He joked.
Taking a calming breath, you walked to the door and pulled it open, “You could say that.”
His tall, thin form stood before you, the only thing separating you was the air between the door frame.
He was slightly messy. His hair, usually perfectly manicured, looked as if fingers had been run through the soft locks one too many times in the past few hours.
Taking a step forward he entered your personal space, forcing you to take a step back and allow him into the room. He slid the door shut behind him, giving the two of you privacy from the staff walking around the building. “That was a nice trick you pulled.”
“Excuse me.” you asked, wishing you’d hidden in the costuming department over your own private office. There would be more space to keep Jong Suk at a comfortable distance, rather than the intrusive closeness that you were experiencing now.
“The running away,” he shrugged. At the roll of your eyes, he took another impossible step closer, bringing him just inches from you. “You can call it what ever you want, but that was a dirty trick you pulled. You completely shattered my world and then pulled some strings before I could get my head on straight. I didn’t get to explain my side last time we talked. You said your side, fucking destroyed me, and took off. Now it’s my turn.”
Your breathing was shallow, his closeness preventing you from being able to draw a full breath. Even now, even after years of being apart, even with these last two weeks to prepare, you were still unable to control the love that your heart held for him.
You silence was his only cue to continue. “I love you. The reason I was such a dick when you came back, the reason I couldn’t keep my hands off of you, it was all because I still loved you. I had no idea what happened between us. I thought you left because Woo Bin had offered you a better deal. I thought you wanted a public relationship to further your career. Since I wasn’t offering it, I thought that you were giving it to Woo Bin. I was angry. For so long. Like a fucking theorist I had all these dumb fuck ideas for why you’d left. I was stupid.” He paused for a moment, taking in your expression. Your eyes wouldn’t meet his own and the inches between you two felt like miles. “And then suddenly you were back, and I wanted you to feel just a fraction of what I felt. But you kept acting so fucking unaffected. I was dying, and you were so pristine.”
Your throat felt raw, as if it had been rubbed thin. The wetness at your lashes was the final warning that your eyes had filled with tears, that the shame of everything was finally going to break the dam and allow you to cry.
“I just wanted you to react. I need to see that there was still something in you that I’d fallen in love with before. So, I annoyed you. I fought with you…I kissed you.” He sighed, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck before locking eyes with you. “And I don’t regret it. I needed to break your walls down somehow.” His smirked brought a half smile to your lips as you fought against the tears.
You disconnected your gaze from him, hoping he wouldn’t notice the apparent wetness to your eyes if you didn’t look at him for too long.
(Y/N) please, please, please don’t cry right now.
Jong Suk’ hand under your chin brought your eyes back to meet his own again. “Even now, you’re trying to keep me from seeing you cry. I want to know what your feeling. I messed up so badly before. I should have just talked to you, asked what was going on in your head. I’m sorry for letting Yoo Rim abuse you like that. I didn’t realize she’d try to be my Kdrama mother.”
At his words the dam broke and you chocked on a sob. His arms went around your crumpling form, holding you close to him. “I’m so, so sorry (Y/N).” His own voice sounded thick, as if it too was battling with emotions long suppressed. “I love you. And I didn’t treat you like I did.”
“I love you.” Your voice was nearly incomprehensible from the force of your sobs, but Jong Suk didn’t seem to mind as he placed kisses all over your wet cheeks.
“I know. I know. I’ve always known. I was just stupid.” Those were his final words before his lips met your own, releasing every bit of suppressed love that had long been needing to be free.
Giving yourself into the moment, you pressed closer to him, allowing yourself to forgive everything that had transpired in the last few years. And allowing yourself to just be and exist, in the moment, with the man you loved.
