Hello, may I ask if you could do a kinky reading on Choi Seunghyun? He is a former member of BigBang.
Choi Seunghyun's kinky reading
Disclaimer(This is for entertainment purposes only I do not claim to be 100% accurate, this is all based on my intuition therefore I do not know this man in real life.)
╰┈➤ The devil upright + The hierophant upright + ace of cups upright + Queen of pentalces upright + Six of wands upright + 8 of swords upright.
This man has a very high sexual energy like he is addicted to sex, this man hookups up a lot, sex is everything to him, think of that one song by Rihanna 'S&M', that was the first thing that popped up in my head when I was pulling out these cards, I'm getting this man likes to smoke marijuana, and get drunk that's the way he haves fun and gets into, I don't know much about this man but I feel like he smokes a lot and drinks booze a lot, he is the hierophant, the mentor, the dictator, he doesn't switch, he is a dom top that's the way he likes it, elegant, nurturing submissive women are his weakness, even better when they smell like roses, darcryphilia, fingering, squirting is a arousal for him, seeing a woman crying and begging for more in ecstasy is what gets him going, I see him having a huge praise kink, he loves being recognized for his hard work in bedroom, oh and don't forget bondage, he loves bondage one of his kinks, getting to tie up his sex partner, with handcuffs, rope, blindfolds, etc, he loves teasing his sexual partner, homemade + cunnilingus + praise kink is what came out of my homemade kink deck. The overall energy he bring when it comes to foreplay is The emperor upright and the two of swords upright, daddy kink, dominant, controlling, dirty talking, blindfolds, indecisive, boners, unplanning, hyper masculinity.
Genre: Secret Relationship, Jealousy, Sensual Tension, Idol AU
Summary: A night out in Paris turns complicated when Y/N gets a little too drunk, Junseo gets a little too jealous, and hiding their relationship becomes impossible. One elevator ride and one glowing Eiffel Tower later, they finally stop pretending they don’t want each other in public, too.
Paris feels unreal tonight.
The after‑party is a blur of gold lights, velvet ropes, and champagne that tastes like stardust. You’re still buzzing from your first red carpet, the cameras, the whispers, the surreal feeling of stepping into a world you’d only ever watched from afar.
But the real reason your heart is racing is him.
Kim Junseo, in a perfectly tailored black suit, standing across the room like he was sculpted for Paris nightlife. It’s one of his first European appearances with ALD1, and he’s supposed to be focused on networking, on maintaining the group’s image.
Instead, he keeps watching you.
Not subtly.
Not casually.
Like he’s memorizing every breath you take.
No one knows you’re together.
No one knows how long you’ve been hiding it.
No one knows how much it kills him to pretend you’re nothing more than a familiar face in a crowded room.
You’re getting a little too drunk on the moment — the champagne, the music, the adrenaline — and maybe on the way he looks at you like he’s unraveling.
But before you can go to him, someone else does.
“Y/N!” Sangwon calls out, weaving through the crowd with a grin. “You looked insane on the carpet.”
Leo appears beside him, offering you a drink. “Seriously. You were glowing.”
They’re harmless. Sweet.
But they’re also too close.
Sangwon’s hand lingers on your arm.
Leo leans in to say something over the music, his breath brushing your cheek.
You laugh — because they’re your friends, because they’re excited, because you’re tipsy.
Across the room, Junseo goes still.
His jaw tightens.
His fingers curl around his glass.
His eyes darken in a way that makes your stomach flip.
He’s jealous.
And he can’t do a damn thing about it.
Not here.
Not with cameras.
Not with his members.
You excuse yourself gently, but Sangwon catches your wrist playfully. “Dance with us! Just one song.”
Leo nods. “Come on, it’s The Weeknd. Perfect vibe.”
You hesitate — and that’s when Junseo moves.
He crosses the room with quiet, controlled steps, like he’s holding himself together by a thread. He stops beside you, polite smile plastered on, but his eyes are burning.
“Sangwon,” he says lightly, “manager’s looking for you.”
Sangwon blinks. “Huh? Why—”
“Now,” Junseo adds, still smiling.
Leo raises a brow. “You okay, hyung?”
Junseo’s gaze flicks to Leo’s hand — still resting on your waist.
“Fine,” he says, voice tight. “Just… needed to talk to Y/N.”
The two members exchange a look but eventually drift away.
The second they’re gone, Junseo exhales shakily.
“Y/N,” he murmurs, stepping closer, “you’re going to drive me insane.”
You tilt your head, teasing. “Why? Because they were being nice?”
His eyes flash.
“Because they were touching you.”
You smile slowly.
“Are you jealous?”
He swallows hard.
“I’m trying not to be.”
You lean in, your lips brushing the shell of his ear.
“Then don’t try.”
That’s all it takes.
He grabs your hand — discreet but urgent — and pulls you onto the dance floor. The Weeknd’s voice pours through the speakers, low and sinful. You press your back to his chest, swaying with the beat, and he lets out a quiet, helpless sound.
“Y/N… please,” he whispers, breath warm against your neck. “Not here.”
You grind back just enough to make him inhale sharply.
“Then take me somewhere else.”
He doesn’t hesitate.
He leads you out through a side exit, the Paris night air cool against your flushed skin. In the taxi, you slide closer, fingers tracing his thigh, lips brushing his jaw. He squeezes his eyes shut, head falling back.
“Y/N… don’t,” he whispers, voice wrecked. “I want to… but not here. Please.”
He’s not rejecting you.
He’s restraining himself.
And that makes him even more irresistible.
By the time you reach the hotel, he’s a mess of quiet whines and bitten‑back sighs. He practically drags you into the elevator.
And the moment the doors close—
He snaps.
He steps forward so quickly you gasp, your back hitting the cool metal wall. His hands come up on either side of you, caging you in without touching you yet — like he’s giving you one last chance to push him away.
You don’t.
You look up at him, breath unsteady, and that’s all he needs.
His lips crash into yours — desperate, hungry, weeks of pent‑up longing pouring out all at once. His hands slide to your waist, fingers digging in just enough to pull you closer, closer, like he can’t get you near enough.
He exhales against your mouth, a shaky, broken sound he tries to swallow but can’t.
“Y/N…” he whispers between kisses, voice trembling. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
Your fingers slip into his hair, tugging lightly, and he lets out a soft, helpless whine — the kind he’d never let anyone else hear. His forehead drops to your shoulder for a moment, breath hot against your skin as he tries to steady himself.
But he can’t.
He lifts his head again, eyes dark, pupils blown wide. His thumb brushes your lower lip, slow and reverent, like he’s memorizing the shape of you.
“I shouldn’t…” he murmurs, leaning in again, “but I can’t stop.”
You pull him down into another kiss, and he melts — actually melts — against you. His hands roam your sides, your back, your hips, never crossing a line but making your whole body light up. Every touch is restrained, trembling, like he’s fighting himself with every inch of willpower he has.
The elevator dings softly.
He freezes.
His chest rises and falls against yours, breath unsteady. He presses one last kiss to your jaw — slow, lingering, almost painful in its tenderness.
Then he forces himself to step back.
“I need a cold shower,” he says, voice shaking. “If I don’t… I won’t be able to stop.”
He slips out of the elevator the moment the doors open, leaving you breathless, your heart pounding, your whole body buzzing with the memory of his hands, his voice, his restraint.
The bathroom door opens with a soft click.
Junseo steps out, hair still damp, a few strands falling over his forehead. His shirt clings lightly to him where the steam hasn’t fully faded. He looks composed at first glance — but his eyes give him away the moment they find you.
He stops in the doorway, almost hesitant.
“Y/N…” His voice is quiet, still unsteady. “Are you feeling better?”
You nod. “I sobered up.”
Relief softens his shoulders. He runs a hand through his hair and takes a few slow steps into the room.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t want to push you away. I just… didn’t trust myself to think clearly.”
You rise from the edge of the bed and walk toward him. He freezes again, breath catching, fingers flexing like he’s fighting the urge to reach for you.
“Junseo,” you say gently, “you don’t have to hold back.”
His eyes close for a moment, as if the words land somewhere deep. When he opens them, they’re softer, more honest.
He steps closer. Then closer still.
When he reaches you, he lifts a hand to your cheek, thumb brushing lightly across your skin.
“You don’t know,” he murmurs, “how hard it was to walk away from you in that elevator.”
You lean into his touch. “I didn’t want you to.”
A quiet breath escapes him — half a laugh, half surrender. He rests his forehead against yours, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, drawing you just a little nearer.
“I’m trying to be careful,” he whispers. “But when you look at me like that… everything else disappears.”
Your fingers curl into his shirt, feeling the warmth beneath it. His breath stutters.
“Y/N,” he says softly, “tell me you want me here.”
You don’t hesitate.
“I want you.”
Something in him breaks open — not with urgency, but with clarity. He pulls you into a slow, lingering kiss, one filled with everything he’s been holding back. His hands settle at your waist, guiding you closer until the space between you disappears.
The Eiffel Tower glows behind you both, casting warm gold across the room as he kisses you again — slower, steadier, like he’s memorizing the moment.
He pulls back just enough to look at you.
“Stay with me tonight,” he says quietly. “Not because we’re avoiding anything. Just because it’s us.”
You nod.
And when he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as the Paris lights shimmer outside, the world feels small and safe — just the two of you, warm skin, soft breaths, quiet closeness.
Tonight, you stay.
And so does he.
The night settles around you like velvet.
Junseo’s arms remain around you, his forehead resting against yours, the Eiffel Tower glowing behind him. The tension from earlier has melted into something steady and real.
He brushes a thumb along your cheek.
“Come here,” he whispers, voice low and warm.
You melt into him, letting the quiet hum of Paris wrap around you. The night becomes a blur of whispered thoughts, gentle touches, and the kind of closeness that doesn’t need to be explained.
No rush.
No fear.
Just the two of you finally letting yourselves be honest.
At some point, the Eiffel Tower sparkles again, filling the room with gold. Junseo pulls you closer, his breath warm against your neck, his fingers tracing slow patterns along your back.
“Y/N…” he murmurs, half-asleep, “don’t go far.”
You smile.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Even in sleep, his arms tighten around you.
You wake to soft sunlight spilling through the curtains, painting the room in pale gold. The Eiffel Tower stands framed in the window — but the first thing you feel is him.
Junseo is wrapped around you completely, one arm under your head, the other around your waist, his legs tangled with yours like he tried to keep you close all night.
His face is tucked into your shoulder, hair messy, breathing slow and even.
He looks peaceful.
You shift slightly, and he stirs, tightening his hold with a sleepy sound.
“You’re still here…” he mumbles, voice rough with sleep.
You turn toward him, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes.
“Of course I am.”
He opens his eyes slowly. When he sees you, something in him softens entirely. He leans in and presses a warm kiss to your forehead.
“Good,” he whispers. “I wanted this. Waking up with you.”
You smile, tracing the line of his jaw.
Outside, Paris glows in the morning light.
Inside, Junseo pulls you closer again, burying his face in your neck like he’s found the one place he wants to stay.
For the first time in a long time, neither of you feels like you’re hiding.
Just two people tangled together in a Paris morning, wrapped in warmth, quiet breaths, and something that feels dangerously close to love.
Not Yours {MinChan Angst} -> All Mine {MinChan Angst}
Distracted {Angst} -> Focused {Angst/Fluffish}
Snippets of Life {Fluff}
Miss You More {Angst/Fluff}
Secret Secret {Angst/Fluff}
Seo Changbin
Because You Told Me Not To {Fluff/Angst-ish}
Wasted Tears and Wasted Time {Angst/Fluff-ish}
You Coming? {Angst/Fluff}
When Reader Doesn’t Feel Good {Angst}
Headache {Angst/Fluff}
Snippets of Life {Fluff}
Stolen Joy {Angst} -> Life Goes On {Angst-Happy Endingish}
Lee Minho
Yandere!Lee Know Part 1 Yandere!Lee Know Part 2 {Smut}
Yandere!Lee Know Part 3 {Angst/Smut} Yandere!Lee Know Part 4 {Angst/Smut} Yandere!Lee Know Part 5 {Angst/Smut}
Always With You {Comfort}
Cut Like Knives {Angst}
When Reader Doesn’t Feel Good {Angst}
Fight or Flight {Yandere!Angst}
Okay… And? {Angst/Fluff} -> Welcome To The Family {Fluff}
Not Yours {MinChan Angst} -> All Mine {MinChan Angst}
Two For One {MinSung Angst}
Snippets of Life {Fluff}
Dad Minho Headcanons {Fluff}
Make You Stay {Yandere!Angst}
Hwang Hyunjin
Soft!Yandere!Hwang Hyunjin {Smut}
And The Leaves Will Fall {Angst}
Frag-Ill {Angst HEAVILY TRIGGERING}
A Sea of Green {Angst}
When Reader Doesn’t Feel Good {Angst}
Snippets of Life {Fluff}
Little One {Angst} -> Daddy’s Girl {Angst}
It’s Just That Time {Angst/Fluff}
Purely Accidental {Angst/Fluff}
Han Jisung
When Winter Turns To Spring {Angst}
Mommy!May Collab {Smut}
What Happens In College {Angst}
When Reader Doesn’t Feel Good {Angst}
Congratulations {Angst/Fluff}
All Work and No Play {Smut}
Two For One {MinSung Angst}
Time and Space {Angst/Fluff}
Snippets of Life {Fluff}
No Mistakes {Angst} -> Happy Accidents {Angst}
So The Story Goes {Angst/Fluff}
Anonny {Angst/Fluff}
Lee Felix
Someday We’ll Both Be Happy {Angst/Smut} -> One Day We’ll Both Have Each Other {Angst}
Home Is Where The Hurt Is {Angst} -> You Are My Home {Angst/Fluff}
Me or the PC {fluff/suggestive}
When Reader Doesn’t Feel Good {Angst}
Glass Ashtrays and Nicotine Kisses {yandere!angst}
Welcome and Goodbye {Angst} -> Erase and Rewind {Angst}
Snippets of Life {Fluff}
Order Up {Fluff/Angst}
Kim Seungmin
When Reader Doesn’t Feel Good {Angst}
He Said She Said {Angst/Fluffish}
Purple and Blue {Angst}
Go Tell Him {Angst}
X’s and O’s {Yandere}
Catchup {Angst/Fluff}
Snippets of Life {Fluff}
Looking {Slight Angst/Fluff}
Besties {Little Angst/Fluff}
Yang Jeongin
Pins and Needles {Yandere!Angst}
Pieces of You {Angst}
When Reader Doesn’t Feel Good {Angst/Fluff}
One Sided {Angst/Fluff}
Snippets of Life {Fluff}
Father?With Benefits {Angst/Crack} -> What Brings Us Together {Angst/Fluff}
Ot8 Headcanons
When Their GF Is Followed Home {Angst/Fluff}
24 Hours After S/O’s Death {Angst}
Domestic Headcanons {Fluffy}
Random Texts {SMAU SUGGESTIVE/CRACK}
More Random Texts {SMAU SUGGESTIVE/CRACK}
Jealous Texts {angst/fluff} Hyung Line | Maknae Line
I've had this one in the vault for a long time, but finally decided to post it. It's shorter than my other ones, but I'm still pretty proud of it.
The analog clock on the wall read 8:25 PM. My eyes slowly drifted from glaring at the clock to glaring at the man across the room. He was unbearably precise about his work, and unfortunately, we had been partnered together for a project. He had no family, lived alone, didn't even have a pet, so all of his time was spent on his work. Even though I was in the same position as him, it still annoyed me how dedicated he was to his work. It was like he didn't have any sort of life outside these office walls.
“Glaring at me won’t finish this work any faster,” San mumbled, just loud enough for me to hear. “I suggest you get to work.”
My face flushing from the embarrassment of being caught, I lowered my eyes back to my computer screen and continued working. As the night went on, I continued to sneak glances at San. He was arrogant, but undeniably attractive. His glasses sat on a perfectly shaped nose, which sat above naturally gorgeous lips. His hair was styled with gel, shaped the same way every day, but it suited him, so I couldn’t complain. My eyes traveled to his eyes, continuing my path of admiration for his features. But when my eyes landed on his, they were already staring directly at me, not looking too excited to have my gaze on him.
I smiled sheepishly, attempting to look away casually and mentally screaming at myself not to blush. But my plan ultimately failed when he scoffed and shook his head, going back to his work.
“Please continue your work, I’m not failing this project because of your staring problem.”
My mouth fell open at his remark, “I don’t have a staring problem.” I mumbled back at him in a poor attempt at my defense.
“Then what other reason do you have to blatantly stare at my face besides finding me attractive?”
My mouth was once again open in shock at his bluntness. “I have a staring problem, then.” I coughed out, trying to turn my flustered face back to my work and off the man across the room from me.
A faint smirk adorned his face as he flipped through paperwork with one hand, using the other to fix his glasses that sat upon his annoyingly perfect nose. Without looking up, he didn’t drop his smirk while saying, “Are you sure about that?”
My eyes widened while my mouth fell open. I had no idea he was so assertive. My brain couldn’t think of a comeback to that, so I just gawked at him, once again in shock. My brain finally registered what happened, and my eyes shot back to my computer screen, avoiding looking at him. His chair creaked as he stood up, but I still refused to look up and acknowledge him.
The next thing I knew, a waist came into my line of view, leaning on my desk. With a flushing face, I slowly looked up at the man, who was peering down at me through his glasses with his arms crossed over his chest.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down and not show my nervousness, “Yes?” I asked him, surprised at how steady and confident my voice sounded.
He sighed at my question, uncrossing his arms and pushing off the desk, leaning down and grabbing my face, pulling my face toward his own. “I’ll ask one more time. Are you sure about that?” His eyes were scanning mine the whole time, searching for any hint of resistance. When I didn’t pull away, he smirked even more.
Without taking his hand away from my chin, he reached his other arm past me and pressed the power button on my monitor, turning it off. My eyes never left his the whole time, scared this would end too soon and I wouldn’t remember how his eyes looked at me with such want and lust.
“I think the project can wait a little while, don’t you?” I got one last glimpse of his eyes through his glasses before he pulled them off and kissed me passionately, beginning a long night at the office.
Pairing - Non idol Yoon Jeonghan X Not gendered reader
Genre - angst + sad
Warning - mentions of being drunk - hitting - throwing items
Summary - As you waited and waited for your boyfriend to celebrate your two years together he appears drunk once more, and in mids of a fight confesses to his unfaithfulness.
Word count 1.6k
It was one of those nights again, he was out with his friends, one drink turning into five and then into ten, he could barely remember what he had first before he started mixing them.
Was it whiskey? Was it beer? Why was it hitting so strongly... that, he couldn't say for sure.
Maybe because he had a light dinner, leaving the office at late hours and deciding to head into a bar with his friends instead of home to his girlfriend who awaited him with dinner ready.
He didn't know, he had no clue of the day it was.
He forgot completely that you two had planned for a night in for your 2 year mark.
Work was hard, deadlines were closing in rather quickly and he couldn't just finish the work by himself for his team mates to get the credit that they never gave.
You sat alone at the dinner table, the lights were down, candles shined a warm light within the place, lightning up the path up to the table, where a vanilla candle burned. You had cooked for the entirety of the evening, having taken a break from work specifically to plan and care for the day.
What was it worth to him when he was out doing something unknown to you whilst you sat at the table, mascara sliding down your face as hot tears fell faster, sipping your glass of red wine.
It was well past midnight, your glass was empty, so was the bottle, which you had drowned your sorrow in.
You had tried multiple times to contact him, but it was of no effort, it went straight into voice mail, letting you know that it had either been turned off or had no battery.
Dragging your hand through your hair, you sighed, a shaken breath leaving your dry lips as you stood up from your chair, tears now dried onto your face simply leaving a trail of mascara behind.
But that's when he walked in, door unlocking, immediately alerting you who stood frozen in place just in front of the dinner table.
He closed the door, his back to you, as he locked it, you tried not to, but you couldn't help but laugh as he finally turned around, clearly drunk.
Laughing as if it was the funniest thing ever, when really, all you wanted to do was cry more at the mere thought of Jeonghan forgetting your 2 year celebration and going out for drinks instead, getting bat shit drunk and going home to you in said state.
So, you laughed, and laughed, tears falling once more, you didn't know if they fell from the laughter or due to the situation you were in.
Was this all he cared for you?
"Why... why are you laughing?" he asked, a single eyebrow raised as he eyed you weirdly.
"Do you know, how fucking embarassing this looks right now?" you asked him, although you chuckled, he could, despite his drunked state fully understand the venom dripping in your tone.
He looked around, his eyes locking onto every feature that you had changed within the place, the candles, uneaten dinner, the lights...
"What did I miss?" he asked clearly confused.
"Not much, you know, just an everyday mark" you shrugged, taking both plates into your hands and heading to the kitchen, the man following closely behind you as best he could.
"Y/N, come on. Just say it" he sighed, running his hand down his face, mind completely blank of what this could possibly mean.
"Nothing. Go to bed"
"Just fucking spit it out. For fucks sake, Y/N. Do I look like I fucking know what you want?!" He yelled in anger.
"Fucking hell, always pissing me off. This is why I'm barely home. At least she-"
"She?" you questioned, eyes finally meeting his which widened in sudden realization, mouth open agape as he stared back at you in something you could only describe as guilt and shock at the same time.
"Y/N, I didn't mean -"
"You have another woman" you say once more, he averts his eyes from yours, too ashamed to look at you. You can only scoff, eyes falling to the ground before you raise them once more in anger.
"I have done, everything! Everything to make this work and what, you have the decency to mention, SHE?! On our 2 year anniversary?" You laugh dryly.
You watch his eyes, once more widen, finally realizing the date, checking his phone's calendar to confirm that it was in fact the date. Even more guilt filling him inside.
With quick steps he tries to reach you, but you push him away, one hand behind you holding the counter for dear life whilst the other was on his chest keeping the distance between you two.
"Who is she" you ask once more.
"She's just a coworker, she means nothing! Nothing to me" he says, all drunkness put aside as he speaks.
"She's clearly important for you to want to spend time with her. I bet she doesn't piss you off" You speak confidently, you had to put this front, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of watching you broken, so you watched him, as his act fell to the floor, still trying to convince you otherwise.
"Leave"
"Y/N... please, she-"
"I don't care. I said leave" you repeat, eyes glaring at his which now gathered tears. But he made no effort in moving. And this is when everything went wrong. Your anger simply grew, this man wasn't the man you had fallen in love with, he wasn't the Jeonghan you knew. You didn't even know if that had ever been the man you loved.
Was it all a facade?
The hand that was on his chest curled up into a fist, hitting at his chest, the tears that fell down his cheeks, now matched yours which fell once more.
Your hand hitting at his chest with strenght as you sobbed. He took it all. He deserved it, he knew he did.
You had every right to despise him. hate him. But he didn't want to let you go.
"Leave!" You screamed at him through your tears, your sight blurry as you stared blankly at his shirt.
He grabbed at your hand, pulling you into his embrace, but you couldn't accept it, not after knowing of the affair.
You broke out of his hold, slapping him across the face, lip quivering as you groaned. His face turning to the side, his own eyes glossy, sniffing and wiping his face with the sleeve of his work shirt.
"Get out" You glared sternly.
"We can work this out-"
"Can I cheat too then?" You asked him... quiet. You smiled looking down at the floor once more, pushing your tears back.
"Get out. It's over, Jeonghan" you sighed, turning around and focusing on the dirty dishes already a safe distance from him who stood frozen to his spot watching your now calm state.
"Y/N" he called out.
You turned around, the plate breaking as it hit the wooden floors just besides him, jolting him, the glass barely missing him.
"I don't want you here! I want you gone! Just leave!" You yelled, strudding down the corridor you walked into your shared bedroom, opening the closet doors and pulling out every piece of clothing he owned throwing it inside his traveling suit case.
He was still stuck in his place, he just couldn't believe this is how it would end, how he had broken you.
He forgot, and not only that but he ended up confessing to his affair, something he had planned on breaking off just the day before, but he couldn't, already in-too deep with said woman, but looking at you right now, he also couldn't just leave you...
Now, he didn't have to make that choice, it was made for him.
He was given no other choice but to leave you.
The possible love of his life...
His heart ached as he watched you walking out of your bedroom, 2 suitcases trailing behind you, with what he knew would be his wardrobe.
He gulped dryly, eyes casting down on the floor, too ashamed to look at you. He deserved it.
"Take them, and leave"
"I love you -"
"If you love me, then you won't want me to be in pain" you said in between breaths, trying hard to contain your tears that had just stopped.
"I never meant to hurt you, we can still fix it, please. Just give me one more chance" he tried once more.
"Do you love me?" you questioned him, eyes fixated on his every emotion, he nodded, eyes filling with hope as he stared at you.
"Then, you'll leave" you whispered.
He gave up after that.
There was no going back after everything was said.
So he grabbed his two bags and with one final look, he exited the house, the most sober he had ever felt in his entire life.
Leaving you behind who sobbed watching his every step, too broken inside to beg him to not go, to stay and hold you.
Too disgusted to even want to touch him, afraid to see even the tiniest trace of the woman he had betrayed you with.
Somewhat wishing this was all a lie, a badly played joke on you... You laid on the sofá, the tears fell on their own, you couldn't even feel the tears that still fell on their own falling asleep to your own sadness.
Posted the 10th of January 2023
Sorry for disappearing, I had a few issues after new years eve and then I just came back a few hours ago from a trip where I lost wifi connection and have an exam on the 12th ;-;
But I have already 2 drafts almost finished so hopefully I'll post them this week!!
