non-idol! Ohyul x Fem!reader
angst, hurt/comfort, musician AU, romance
Warning: emotional, relationship issues, gaslighting (light), arguments, relationships breakdown
Summary: you were his greatest inspiration, but you were never worth the risk of being seen
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It's past noon when you wake.
The light that seeps through the curtains is too bright.
For a second, you just lie there.
The sheets are warm, tangled around your legs, and the air feels as it always does.
In that unmistakable way that says he's been here
You can smell him, well, faintly, but he was here. The room still holds his quiet.
You don't move right away. You just breathe. Then, somewhere deep in your chest, you hoped.
The thought alone is enough to make your heartbeat skip, because maybe, just maybe, he finally chose you.
And so, with a breath that feels heavy, you turn.
Your hand finds the other side of the bed.
You blink. Once. Twice. Then press your palm flat against the sheet, as if maybe the warmth is still hiding somewhere beneath it, waiting to be coaxed back.
No weight. No heartbeat. No him.
You crumble. The sob comes from somewhere deep.
You curl into yourself, hands clutching the sheets that still smell faintly like his skin, and you cry until you can't even tell what hurts more.
The ache in your throat or the silence answering it.
And maybe you knew that the moment you opened your eyes. But hope is cruel like that. It always makes you believe you're the exception.
You squeeze your eyes shut, but all you can see are the years that led to this.
The small bars and half empty rooms. The nights when his voice cracked mid-song and you were the only one who noticed
You'd play with his hair while he hummed rough drafts of songs you'd never hear again.
He used to touch you without thinking, always. Like he couldn't help it.
A hand on your thigh when he laughed. Fingers touching your neck when he leaned in to tease. His lips against your shoulder whenever he reached for his guitar.
You used to be part of his rhythm.
Now you're just another pause.
You bury your face into the pillow, muffling another sob, because it's all too much.
The sound of your phone pulls you out of the quiet.
A single vibration at first, then another. Then another.
You bury your face deeper into the pillow, willing it to stop.
The noise feels too loud for the grief you've just built around yourself. You don't want to know. Not yet.
But the buzzing doesn't stop.
It keeps coming. You groan, sat up to wipe your swollen eyes with the back of your hand, and finally reach over.
The screen lights up your face, and it almost blinded you.
Notifications flood your lock screen.
Messages. Mentions. Missed calls. Dozens of them.
Your chest tightens. For a second, panic crawls up your throat. Did something happen? Is he okay? Your thoughts raced.
You swipe at the first message, too dazed to really focus.
It's all blurring together, texts from your closest friends. Everyone asking the same thing in different words.
And then you see it, a name you know like a heartbeat.
Your fingers shake as you open it. You don't even finish reading the rest before the attached video starts to play.
He's sitting at a signing table, still the same tired eyes with that polite smile he wears when the cameras are too close.
You recognize the venue instantly, this was this morning.
You almost stop the video, you're not sure you can bear to see him acting like nothing's happened, but something in the background catches your attention.
"Can you be my boyfriend?"
The crowd laughs, the kind of giddy scream that always follows when a fan asks that kind of question.
And he laughs too, like he's done this a hundred times before.
He sounded sure, almost a little shy. That's your Ohyul.
"I'm taken. She's sleeping when I left."
He says, followed by a fond laugh.
It was so unlike his band persona.
The noise in the background erupts, and the camera shakes from someone's hands trembling.
You don't even notice that you've stopped breathing until the video ends.
You stare at the screen, eyes wide, pulse thundering in your ears.
Your thumb slips, opening the next notification. And then another
Every post, every clip, every trending tag, it's the same video, over and over again.
'Kwon Ohyul admits he's in a relationship.'
You blink hard, trying to make sense of the words through the blur of your tears.
The timing. The way he kissed you last night. Yes, you were awake.
The way he stayed long enough to make sure you were asleep before leaving.
"Oh my god." you whisper, your voice breaking on a sob.
You let out a shaky laugh between the tears, wiping your cheeks with trembling fingers.
Your heart's still thrumming unevenly, like it hasn't caught up with the truth yet. He said it. He actually said it.
And just when you're about to press the video again, just to hear him say it one more time, just to make sure it's real, a sound breaks through your thoughts.
The click of the front door unlocking. The scrape of keys against metal.
Your hand flies to your mouth, and the tears start again, but they're different now.
Not quietly this time. Not in unreleased songs or trending lyrics.
He said it where the world could hear.
The same world he was so afraid of losing. The same one he used to choose over you.
It almost feels unreal. Too simple. Too easy. Was it always this easy?
For him to say it, to tear the curtain down after all the months he swore it would ruin everything.
For a heartbeat, you don't move. You think maybe you're dreaming it. Maybe your brain is conjuring the sound.
The door creaks open. And you hear footsteps.
Your body moves before your mind catches up. You stumble out of bed, still half tangled in the blanket as you rush through the hallway.
You don't even stop to dry your face. You just run.
And when you see him standing there-The world kind of stops.
He's by the doorway, his hair looks messy. In his hands he held a small convenience store bag, the top slightly torn where a pack of onigiri and canned coffee peek through.
The most ordinary thing in the world.
But his eyes, god, his eyes.
They widen the second they land on you.
And that's when you break.
You stumble toward him, tears already again, your voice was shaking through the sob that's been stuck in your throat since morning.
"You're so stupid," you choke out.
"You're so fucking stupid-"
You hit his chest weakly with the side of your fist, once, twice, like you don't know what else to do with your hands.
He drops the bag immediately, the canned coffee rolls across the floor, and he's reaching for you before you can fall apart completely.
He catches you against him, laughter spilling out of him.
His arms wrapped around you, pulling you in so tight you can feel the way his heart beat against yours.
"I know," he says between small, breathless laughs, his voice cracking in the middle of it. "I know, I'm stupid."
You shake your head, pressing your face into his chest, still crying.
He smells like wind, and coffee, and the faint scent of his shampoo.
And then he says, with the stupidest grin you've ever seen on him,
You pull back just enough to look up at him through your tears, eyes wide in disbelief.
You're still half laughing into his shirt when he tilts your chin up, thumb wiping away what's left of your tears.
He looks wrecked in the best way, like he finally set something down that had been weighing on him for years.
"What happened?" you ask. "Why did he punch you?"
"We were backstage after the signing. Everybody was awkward after that video. Ryul just stared at me for, like, ten full seconds, then went-"
He gestures vaguely, mimicking a slow-motion punch
"you idiot, why didn't you tell us first?."
He grins wider. "I didn't even argue. Just stood there and took it."
You snort, leaning into him again. "You deserved it."
"Yeah," he says quietly. "Yeah, I did."
He pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"I didn't plan to say it," he mumbles after a moment.
"The fan asked, and I just said it. I didn't care what would happen. I didn't even think about the label, or management, or the contracts. I just thought about how you looked last night when you told me you were tired. And it hit me that if I didn't say it now, I'd never get another chance."
You breathe in. "You really mean that?
He nods against your hair.
"I was scared, yeah. But not of them. I was scared you wouldn't be here when I came home."
You pull back just enough to see him. Seeing the tiny cut on his lip, he looks like every late night, every song, every dream you almost let go of.
"I'm here," you whisper. "Just don't make me regret it."
"Then I guess I'll spend the rest of my life making sure you don't."
You huff a quiet laugh, pressing your forehead against his.
"That's a tall order, rockstar."
"Yeah," he says. "But you've always been worth the work."
sorry for not posting in agess, life happened and i've been super busy, but! the wait is finally over~
here's the last part!! thank you for all your support and patience. i hope you guys enjoy it 💕
- tags - @cherryblossom18 @eiayaya
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