mistake pt.2 | lee minho
⇨ pairing: non-idol skz minho x f!reader
⇨ genre: angst, just angst. genuinely no happiness here
⇨ warnings: cheating, arguments, crying, emotional manipulation, mentions of anxiety, heartbreak, unhealthy coping, open ending, crying in the rain bcs im evil hehe. lmk if i missed anything.
⇨ word count: 1.6k
⇨ a/n: hello? finally? i never thought i was gonna do this cuz it has been like 2 years since i wrote part one. but yeah uhm this was not planned i literally wrote this at 2 am and then proof read and edited it in the morning so bear with me! i havent been active in so freaking long yall have prob forgot abt me but OH WELL here it is FINALLY lmk what u think. pls like and reblog, love u all very much!
Three months. Three whole months since everything fell apart. Three months since Minho looked you in the eyes and said words you still heard at night when your room got too quiet.
Three months since you found her lipstick in his apartment. Since you sat in your car afterward crying so hard you almost threw up. Since you kept asking yourself what she had that you didn’t.
And the worst part? Even after all of it, part of you still loved him, and you hated yourself for that. At first, moving on felt impossible. You stopped answering texts. Stopped going out unless someone forced you to. Some nights you’d just lay in bed staring at old pictures of him until sunrise, crying over someone who probably wasn’t even thinking about you anymore.
But eventually, the crying became less frequent. Then one day, somehow, you met Chan.
It wasn’t dramatic. No movie moment. No love-at-first-sight bullshit. You met him because your friend dragged you out for coffee after weeks of isolating yourself. And Chan was just… there. Quiet, easy to talk to, gentle. The kind of person that never made you feel pressured to fill silence.
At first you kept your distance. You expected him to lose patience eventually. Everybody did, but he never pushed. When you took hours to answer texts, he didn’t complain. When you cancelled plans because your anxiety got bad, he just told you to rest well. When you zoned out mid conversation, he noticed immediately.
“You okay?” he asked softly one night. You blinked, realizing you’d completely stopped listening.
“Sorry”
“Don’t apologize” He smiled a little. “You looked overwhelmed”
That almost ruined you. Because Minho used to get awkward or frustrated whenever you shut down. Chan just noticed, and that was the difference.
However, the scary part was how careful he was with you, like he knew you’d been hurt before. And maybe he did. Not because you told him every detail. You didn’t. But one night, while sitting in his car outside your apartment, he looked at you quietly and said,
“You don’t have to talk about your ex if you don’t want to.” You froze. Chan kept his eyes on the steering wheel.
“But whoever he was,” he continued softly, “he clearly hurt you pretty badly” Something in your chest tightened painfully. Because he said it so gently, no judgment, no irritation, no jealousy, just pure softness and understanding. And god, you almost cried right there.
—
The first time Minho saw you again was at a café. You were laughing, actually laughing after weeks, maybe even months. You weren't forcing a smile, neither pretending. You were laughing so hard your eyes disappeared the way they used to around him.
Except now it wasn’t him sitting across from you, It was another guy. Minho felt sick instantly. He stood frozen outside the café window, staring at the sight in front of him like it physically hurt.
Then he noticed the hoodie. Gray oversized hoodie, obviously not his. Some other guy’s hoodie hanging off your shoulders while you smiled at someone that wasn’t him. And suddenly he couldn’t breathe properly, because you looked lighter. That was the worst part.
You looked okay without him, maybe even happy.
Chan reached over the table and wiped whipped cream from the corner of your mouth with a laugh. You shoved his shoulder jokingly, smiling so brightly that Minho’s chest genuinely ached. You used to smile at him like that, and the realization hit harder than he expected. He ruined the best thing he ever had, and now someone else was getting the version of you he destroyed.
—
After that, Minho couldn’t stop thinking about you. He noticed everything. Your Instagram profile picture changed, the necklace he bought you disappeared, your captions stopped sounding sad and you stopped posting late night songs that reminded him of you.
And the thing that hurt most? you stopped reaching out. no drunk texts, no missed calls, no nothing. It was like you were finally learning how to live without him, meanwhile Minho was losing his mind. He started replaying your last argument over and over again at night.
“I wish I never fucking met you.” He didn’t mean it. God, he didn’t mean any of it. But he still said it, and now he’d do anything to take it back.
—
It was raining the night he finally confronted you. Of course it was raining, the universe loved dramatic timing. You had just gotten out of Chan’s car when you saw Minho standing outside your apartment building.
Your stomach dropped instantly. He looked exhausted. Dark circles under his eyes, hair messy, hoodie soaked from the rain and looking more depressed than ever.
For a second, neither of you spoke. Then his eyes landed on the hoodie you were wearing. Again, not his. Chan noticed the tension immediately. “You want me to stay?” he asked quietly, standing beside you, giving Minho a quick glare.
Minho heard that, and it killed him even more because Chan didn’t sound possessive or angry. Just concerned. You shook your head slowly. “I’ll be okay.” you gave him a faint smile. Chan hesitated before nodding. “Call me if you need anything.”
Minho noticed that too. The way Chan looked at you carefully before he went inside the building, like he genuinely cared, which he of course did.
The second Chan disappeared in the apartment building, silence filled the space between you. Then Minho finally spoke, his voice low, “So this is it?” You frowned slightly. “What?”
“You moved on that fast?”
You actually laughed. Not because it was funny, but because it was unbelievable. “Fast?” you repeated quietly, “Are you serious?”
Minho clenched his jaw. “You’re already with someone else.”
“And you fucked my ex best friend.”
That shut him up immediately. Rain poured around both of you while your breathing grew uneven. “You don’t get to do this,” you said shakily. “You don’t get to act hurt now.”
“I am hurt.”
“Good.” you muttered, looking into his eyes, not giving a damn about his feelings now. His expression faltered. Good. Maybe now he understood what it felt like.
“You know what’s crazy?” your voice cracked. “I spent weeks crying in parking lots over you. Weeks wondering why I wasn’t enough for you.”
Minho looked down. “And now suddenly you can’t handle seeing me happy?” your voice cracked again.
“I never wanted to lose you.”
“You should’ve thought about that before cheating on me”
“I know.”
“No.” You shook your head. “I really don’t think you do”. His frustration started showing then. “Can you stop acting like I don’t regret it?”.
Your eyes burned. “Regret doesn’t erase what you did”. Minho ran a hand through his wet hair aggressively. “I said I’m sorry!”
The second his voice raised slightly, you instinctively stepped back. Tiny movement, barely noticeable, but Minho noticed and immediately went silent. Because suddenly he remembered everything.
The screaming. The shouting. The fear in your face during your last fight.
You used to feel safe around him. Now you flinched when he got too loud. His face completely fell.
“…fuck”. You looked away quickly, embarrassed by your own reaction, but Minho looked destroyed, like something inside him genuinely snapped.
“I did that to you,” he whispered. Neither of you spoke for a few seconds. Rain soaked through your clothes while tears mixed with raindrops on your cheeks. Finally, Minho spoke again, quieter this time.
“I hate myself for what I did to you.” Your throat tightened painfully. “Good,” you whispered. “Because I fucking hated myself for loving you.”
He looked like you slapped him. And maybe part of you wanted him to be hurt like the way you were before. “You only miss me now that someone else loves me right?”
“That’s not true.”
“Yes it is.”
Minho shook his head desperately. “I loved you before him.”
“Then why did you destroy me?”. He had no answer, because there wasn’t one. You wiped your face angrily. “You know what the difference is between you and Chan?” you asked quietly.
Minho’s expression tightened instantly. “He doesn’t make me feel hard to love."
That one nearly killed him. You could literally see it happen. His eyes watered immediately while he stood there looking completely shattered. “He’s patient with me,” you continued. “When I get quiet, he waits. He doesn’t yell, and he doesn’t make me feel crazy for being hurt.”
Every word hit Minho like a knife, because that used to be his place. And he ruined it himself. He ruined that place himself.
“I still love you.” The confession came out broken, raw and real. And shit, that hurt. Because part of you still loved him too. Not quite romantically, but in a way even you couldn't describe it either. It was complicated. But love wasn’t enough anymore. Not after this, not after everything.
Your lips trembled slightly. “I loved you so much that I let you destroy me”
Minho started crying then, actually crying. Right there in front of you. Somehow that hurt even worse because months ago, this was all you wanted, for him to understand your pain. For him to regret it, and now he finally did.
Too late.
You took a shaky step backward. Minho looked terrified immediately, like he already knew. which he did.
“I can’t do this again,” you whispered.
Then you turned around and walked toward your apartment building. This time, Minho didn’t stop you. He just stood there in the rain crying while the girl he loved walked away from him for the second time.
And this one, this one hurt the most.
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