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I Don’t Know The Answer (Getting Back with Toxic! Boynextdoor)

-> Pairing: afab! Reader x toxic! Boynextdoor

-> Plot: getting back together with the members after breaking up with them

-> Genre: angst, swearing, use of real names (Sanghyeok, Dongmin, and Donghyun), kissing, slightly suggestive, mentions of sex in Leehan's, Jaehyun, Taesan and Woonhak are idols/ trainees, drinking, mentions of not eating/ generally not taking care of themselves

-> Warnings: mentions of not eating

-> Word Count: 6,077 (~940-1100 words per member)

-> Notes: Based on this ask! I’m sorry this was literally asked a month ago but I finally got around to the writing these scenarios so I hope you like them! Part 2 to this post! (not proofread plase lmk if there are any mistakes!)

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~정답은 들리지 않아 ~

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Sungho:

It had been a couple of days since you and Sungho went on your little ‘break.’ To say it was driving you crazy was an understatement. You were losing it, not being with him and in his arms. And he wasn’t doing any better.

He felt so bad, so guilty for ever making you feel that way and for making you seem like you couldn’t tell him when you were going out or about your day. He hated how jealous he got. He hadn’t eaten for days. He barely showered and let the apartment get dirty. Dishes in the sink for when he would get a little snack, clothes thrown about in rage that he never picked up. Even shattered glass from the vase he broke out of anger after you had left. He was a mess.

You tried to do activities to help take your mind off of things, off of him. You went out with your family, with your friends, but the only thing on your mind at all times was him. You were starting to think that you made a mistake. About a week and a half after your break, you decided to text him, asking if you could come over to the apartment. You hadn’t gone back, even though you said you would to get your stuff. You were nervous sending the message, but relieved when Sungho’s response came almost immediately, a big ‘YES’ in all caps lighting up your screen and making you smile. You didn’t know if you were making a mistake but you needed to see Sungho again, even if it was for the last time.

You arrived at the apartment later that day, surprised to find it spotless, with a nervous Sungho sitting on the couch waiting for you. The second he had received your text, he jumped into action, cleaning as fast as he could, throwing away the garbage and hurrying to the shower. Upon hearing your keys turn he flinched, nerves going crazy. You walked in, and he swears he fell in love all over again, regret and sorry washing over him as he took in your tired eyes and pale skin.

“Oh I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked…”

You say awkwardly, feeling bad for thinking you could just walk in like it was still your apartment, even though it was.

“You still live here too… I think? So it's fine…”

It's painfully awkward, you both finding it hard to relax around each other after being away for a bit. You close the door behind you before taking a seat on the opposite side of the couch from him. Silence eats away at the both of you for a minute before Sungho decides to speak up, breaking the tension.

“I just want to apologize to you first, Y/N. This last week has been so miserable, and I can only imagine how you’ve felt, especially after the way we left things… I’m really sorry.”

Your heart broke at the sight of him apologizing and seeing the tears that formed in his eyes.

“Thank you, Sungho. I’m not gonna lie, I was also miserable. I was so angry at you for always getting upset and jealous whenever I’d go to work events or hang out with my friends because there was a guy there.”

His head hangs low, unable to face you as he’s ashamed of his actions.

“But more than my anger, I’ve missed you Sungho. And I may be stupid for admitting that to you but it's true. All I can think about is being back here with you, in our house and in your arms. This last week has been killing me.”

He’s looking into your eyes now, feeling guilty for how he made you feel but also happy to hear that you missed him and want to be back with him.

“Then come back, please. I haven’t gone anywhere and I don’t want to. We belong together Y/N and I want nothing more than to be with you.”

You were holding back tears, your voice choking up on your next words.

“But Sungho… I still have my job and my friends. And some of them are men. I need to know that you won’t get mad or jealous when I’m out with them, especially because none of them want me, we’re all just friends. I need to know that you trust me”

“I promise, Y/N. I don’t know what got into me to think that you weren’t loyal or trustworthy. I am so, so, so sorry for ever being that way. Please, please come back to me and let me show you how sorry I am. And let me make it up to you.”

You could see it in his eyes that he was genuine, that he meant every word that was coming out of his mouth. You couldn’t help but fold, jumping into his lap and giving him a kiss, one that caught him off guard but that he welcomed with open arms, eyes closing as he melted into the kiss.

All the pent up roller coaster of feelings from the past week and half, the anger, the jealousy, the rage, as well as all the love you could muster, poured into your kiss, growing needier by the second. By the end of it, you both pull away, panting and slightly sweaty, foreheads resting on each other as you both adorn a big cheesy smile on your faces.

“Thank you so much for taking me back Y/N… I love you so much.”

You smile and kiss him again, hands entangling themselves in his hair.

“I love you too Sungho… don't be a doofus again.”

You both laugh as he pulls you back in for another kiss, so relieved that you had come back to him.

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Riwoo:

It has been about a month since you broke up with Sanghyeok. You stayed true to your word, not going back to him. But you couldn’t say that you were handling it the best. The breakup was still pretty fresh and part of you thinks it was the manipulation that got to you, but part of you thinks that even through the manipulation, you truly did love Sanghyeok at one point, and dealing with that loss was hard. But you kept reminding yourself of why you left in the first place, finally being able to hang out with your friends, wearing and doing whatever you wanted.

You were going out to the club tonight with a couple of your friends to celebrate one of their birthdays and you were excited to say the least. You missed partying and going out, and tonight was just the pick me up that you needed. What you weren't expecting was Sanghyeok to be there.

You had gotten ready like you normally would, slightly heeled boots, a sequin crop top and shorts that left very little to the imagination– perfect club attire. You did your makeup light, anticipating to sweat most of it off anyways. Upon arriving at the club, you and your friends order a couple of drinks. You all start feeling it a bit, heading out to the dance floor and having fun.

When you decide to stop and take a break, you have a seat at the bar, catching your breath and getting a cup of water. You don't expect someone to sit next to you, not that you minded but it caught you off guard. You look at the stranger, orange hair standing out to you. When he turns to order, you’re more than shocked, dropping your glass onto the counter.

“Sanghyeok?”

He turns to you, a look of shock on his face as well.

“Y/N?”

“You dyed your hair?”

You’re still taking it in, the stark contrast from his previously brown to now burnt orange hair.

“Umm yeah I did. I figured I could use a change after we… you know.”

Seeing him again, with his new hair now too, the rush of feelings you spent so hard trying to fight off were coming back, much to your dismay.

“Oh yeah well… it looks good,”

You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol that made you blurt that out, or your true feelings. Either way, you cursed yourself for complimenting him. What if he knows you still want him and uses it as a chance to manipulate you again?

“Thanks,”

His genuine smile to your accidental compliment was killer. He somehow managed to get more attractive in the month you had spent apart. You ordered another drink –a shot this time– thinking that you’d need it for the rest of the night.

“So what brings you here anyways? I thought you didn’t like going out, especially not to clubs.”

“It’s Jaehyun’s birthday today. You know how he gets.”

You had completely forgotten about his birthday. You felt bad, but then again, he was your ex-boyfriend’s friend, not yours, so it shouldn’t matter to you anyways.

“Oh same, it’s F/N’s birthday today too. If I see Jaehyun around I’ll wish him a happy birthday.”

The air was tense and felt awkward.

“Well, I’m gonna go back out there, celebrate a bit more.”

You say, hopping off the bar stool and heading back to your friends, trying to shake off the encounter.

You’re pretty drunk at this point, dancing a little wild as you and your friends let loose. Constantly bumping into people, you were used to the little touches on your shoulder or waist of people trying to get by, not minding it anymore. But you were confused when you felt a pair of hands on your hips, whipping your head towards the stranger, fists balled and ready to swing.

“Sanghyeok? Why are you holding me?”

You put your fist down, but you can tell by the unwavering smile on his face that he was drunk as well.

“I missed the way your hips would move on me. I forgot how good you were at dancing…”

It was kind of hard to hear him over the music, but you got it, turning around to face him as his hands now rested on your waist. You weren’t expecting him to do this, but you chalked it up to him just being drunk and not being able to control his impulses. And you justify your next actions based on the same premise: you’re too drunk to control your impulses.

The way the lights were flashing in your faces, you could clearly take his features in. His eyes, his nose, his lips. The things you missed about him the most. You may regret this in the morning, but how would you know if you didn’t try? You lean into him and his touch, but you don’t kiss him. You broke up with him so you couldn’t be the one to initiate it. But if he did, you could justify it to yourself. As if he read your mind, he leans in, closing the gap between you two. You sway your hips to the beat, as does he, never breaking the kiss as you let your inhibitions go and the kiss continues. He breaks away first, leaning into your ear to whisper:

“I know we broke up but… we should really continue things elsewhere. I’ve missed you and I really think we should talk.”

You bite your lip. You knew where this was headed. Maybe you’d talk, but you wanted to see where things would go.

“Sure, let’s go.”

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Jaehyun:

The weeks following your breakup was hard. Obviously, you loved his group and their music, even having albums and photocards of theirs. Always hearing about them and their growing fame made it harder for you to move on. You would see him everywhere, billboards, magazines, when you open up your phone to scroll through twitter. It’s like you couldn’t escape him. Of course you were proud and happy for him and the other boys that they were finally getting more recognition. But to you, it was at your expense. The expense of your happiness. But it was also hard on Jaehyun.

The more famous he and the boys got, the harder he’d have to try to conceal his true feelings, how dead he felt on the inside. The constant work, learning new dances, creating new songs, going on shows all while leading the group, was getting to be too much for him. He would spend days locked in his studio, barely sleeping and running on very little fumes, often pounding back energy drink after energy drink just to sustain himself for his other MC job. He was starting to feel burnt out, so much so to the point that he was getting sick.

You were casually scrolling on twitter one afternoon, like you normally do when you saw the headline: “BOYNEXTDOOR’s Jaehyun to Put a Halt on Recent Activities Due to Sickness.” You shot up from your laid down position on the couch, double checking that you read the caption correctly. You had only been broken up for three weeks and seeing this headline made you worry that he was overworking himself this much. Putting your pride aside, you text Sungho, asking about Jaehyun’s condition. When he tells you that he's not doing well, you ask if you could come see him, but to not tell him that you were coming. He agreed and you were on your way to the dorm with soup and cough medicine.

Upon arriving at the dorms, you were surprised when Leehan opened the door. You were nervous at first, but he reassured you that Sungho told him about your plan and let you in. You smiled, relieved and left the cough syrup on the counter before entering the room. You walk into his back facing you, a perfect set up.

“Taesan, who was at the door? The upperz don’t knock so who's here right now?”

“I told you you work too much. Look at you, sick as a dog.”

You bite back laughter as he whips his body over so fast to see you. You thought cracking a joke would be a cute way to announce your arrival, especially after not seeing him for three weeks and to keep the mood light, but the tears welling up in his eyes said otherwise.

“W-what are you doing here…?”

His sniffles only got worse as the tears started to fall from his eyes, grabbing a handful of tissues to relieve his sinuses. You quickly put the soup down on the nightstand, rushing over to him to give him some water.

“I read a news article saying that you were sick so I wanted to come over to make sure you were okay. You haven’t gotten sick like this, where you can’t even work, in so long.”

He was awestruck at your confession but confused regardless.

“But you broke up with me… so why are you here trying to take care of me?”

You look down and smile, mostly to avoid crying at the pent up emotions you still carried since breaking up with him that day.

“I broke up with you because I couldn’t see you. I never stopped caring about you. Plus, I could get to see you now, even if you aren’t feeling well.”

“So you don’t hate my guts, even though I so stupidly put work before you?”

You look up at him and laugh, teary eyes matching his own as you take his hands in yours.

“I never hated you, Jaehyun. I was just so frustrated that you decided to spend your only day off with the people you see everyday, and not with me. I just didn’t know how to handle myself and I snapped. I’m sorry, I never meant to make things harder for you, I just let my emotions take over.”

His smile contrasted the tears. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you right now, but he didn’t want to risk getting you sick as well.

“I’m sorry for not paying attention to you and your needs. I was so tired and frustrated. I should’ve spent that time with you and I realize that now. I didn’t realize how much I worked, and it became even worse when you left me. I’ve barely slept or eaten, no wonder I got sick.”

You take his face in your hands, cupping his cheeks as you stare into his eyes.

“I’m sorry for not giving you the space you needed. I know how stressed you are and how much everyone relies on you and I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. Can you forgive me?”

He smiles and nods, and you smile back, leaning in to kiss him.

“Woah wait. I can’t kiss you. You’re gonna get sick too!”

He yells, covering his mouth with the blanket to prevent you from kissing him.

“So what if I get sick. That just means I get to spend more time with you, right? Sungho can take care of both of us.”

He laughs as he drops the blanket on his lap, letting you kiss him, finally starting to feel a little bit better.

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Taesan:

It had been about a year since you broke up with Dongmin. Life went on and you slowly started to forget about him. It was a long and quite difficult road for you, truthfully, but you were able to get over it with the help of your friends. You couldn’t say that the breakup didn’t still have an affect on you though, finding it very hard to find a partner who you could trust that they loved you completely, and not only when they had the time for it.

You thought Dongmin had moved on as well. He seemed to be doing fine in all of his classes and you'd even heard a couple of rumors going around about him being with other girls. So you assumed that he was okay, and part of you still felt hurt thinking that he had moved on so quickly. But it was no longer your business, or something you’d let yourself think about for too long.

The harsh reality for Dongmin though, was that he had not actually been doing so great. Sure, he was doing fine in school, and for a while, he was fine without you. But recently, he couldn’t help but miss the way you would always come with him to practice. Any new girl he went out with wouldn't spend as much time as you did with him. Part of him believed that he just missed having company, just wanting someone there with him to fill the empty space of the solo practice room. But the more time passed, he realized it was your company that he missed.

He would get scolded almost everyday during practice for not being focused. He thought that being with other girls would help him get over you. Even though he acted strangely cold towards you on the day of the breakup, he had reflected a lot about it, feeling really guilty for the way he went about things. He wasn’t ready to be fully committed to you and you didn’t deserve that kind of treatment, but he knew he couldn’t tell you those things. He knew you wouldn’t give him the time of day to hear him out, and rightfully so considering the way he treated you.

He was contemplating on whether or not he should text you but decided against it. Instead, he got to class early the next day, waiting for you to arrive so he could take the seat next to you. He figured that you couldn't ignore him if he was right next to you.

Walking into the lecture hall, you take your usual seat in the middle row, sitting in the chair by the aisle so you could easily leave for your next class. He practically sprinted over to the chair next to you. You hadn’t realized someone took a seat next to you since you were pulling out your laptop. Upon getting situated, you flinch as you look over to see Dongmin’s gaze on you.

“Jesus Christ, Dongmin? What the hell are you doing sitting next to me.”

“What a nice way to greet someone after not speaking for a year.”

“You don’t deserve a nice greeting now move or I will.”

You had no energy for his antics today. You had been busy studying for exams and involving yourself in clubs around campus, you couldn’t afford distractions.

“Please Y/N, wait. Hear me out.”

You scoff, mouth agape at his ridiculous request.

“You ice me out before we break up, not really giving me an explanation for anything and now you want me to hear you out? Fuck off, Dongmin.”

Your words are harsh but deserved. You start packing up your things, getting ready to move away from him. He stops you, grabbing your arm lightly as you look up at him, the pleading look in his eyes almost making you want to fold.

“Please, can we just talk outside for a sec? It’ll be fast, I promise.”

You huff, yanking your arm away from his grip and standing up angrily. If you weren’t in public, you would’ve stomped your way out. He eagerly got up to follow.

“You have until class starts. What?”

“Y/N, I just want to start off by apologizing. I took a lot of time to think things over about us and the way we left things and I feel more and more guilty for the way I treated you.”

“And it took a year for you to come to that conclusion? You never once reached out to me or apologized so why now? The last girl you had on your dick didn’t want you anymore because she realized what an asshole you are?”

You didn’t want to sound so rude, but all the emotions from the breakup came bubbling back up. You could see the hurt look in his eyes but you couldn’t let yourself fall so quickly. You needed him to see how badly he hurt you.

“I was stupid. I still am. But I can’t focus during practice. There were other girls, I will admit that. But they’re not you. I didn’t like any of them as much as I liked you and I don’t know why I acted the way I did towards you before. I was just stupid and couldn’t handle the pressure of everything at once. I realized how good you were and how much happier I was with you. I don’t deserve you or your presence but I needed to at least apologize. I miss you and I still care about you and I would do whatever it takes to gain your forgiveness.”

Hearing his genuine apology and watching as his head hung lower and lower was breaking you. He was actually being so kind and serious, but you were still skeptical of it all, and rightfully so. Biting your lip, you hold off on your reply, contemplating whether or not you should forgive him. He looks up at you, defeated. Taking your silence for an answer, he looks away, attempting to walk away before you grab him.

“Dongmin, wait. I accept your apology. But it will take a lot more than that to gain my trust and forgiveness.”

“Anything! I will do anything if that means you’ll give me another chance!”

He swears this is the first time he’s smiled in weeks. He experimentally holds your hands in his, relaxing a bit when you don’t pull away. You try hard to bite back a smile. This was all you’ve wanted all along, but he was going to have to work for it.

Thank you, Y/N. I won’t disappoint you again.”

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Leehan:

A semester had passed since ending your friends-with-benefits relationship with Donghyun. Even though he was president of the aqua life club, and you had meetings regularly, you opted to avoid him as much as possible within the meetings. The only times you would speak to him would only be if you had a question or if he needed you to do something for the club.

Because everyone in the club knew that there was something going on between the two of you before, they could easily sense the tension in meetings following your ‘break up.’ Of course, he didn’t address it. Partly because it would be unprofessional to do so, but also because he didn’t want to put your guys’ business out there. But even though a new semester had started, Donghyun still kept getting asked questions about your relationship, specifically from his friends.

At first, he didn’t think that he had done anything wrong. But after being constantly harassed by his friends about the way he handled things and even getting a few complaints from other aqua life members about how awkward club meetings were, he started to think that maybe he had done something wrong.

You were getting ready to leave your class, remembering that you had a club meeting soon. You packed your things up, grabbed a cup of coffee from a nearby cafe, and made your way to the student center where all your club meetings were held.

Seeing as no one was there yet, you assumed that you had just gotten there early and took a seat where you normally did. You looked up from your phone about 15 minutes later, when you heard the door open. In came Donghyun, but no one else. You decide not to say anything at first. Donghyun pulls out his laptop and is clicking away. The tension was suffocating, but you could take it anymore.

“Where’s everyone else? The meeting was supposed to start 5 minutes ago…”

He just looks up from his computer, a creepy smile adorning his face.

“There is no meeting. I emailed you specifically because I wanted to talk to you, but you blocked my number.”

“So why did you wait 10 minutes to tell me that? You just wanted to waste my time again?”

“I wanted you to talk to me first, so I know you would actually be okay with speaking to me.”

“Well at least you have half a brain to know that I am not okay with speaking to you. Goodbye Donghyun.”

You got up quickly to leave but he beat you to the door, blocking your only way out.

“Y/N please, just let me talk to you.”

“I don't want to talk to you, now let me out!”

“I can wait here all day until you talk to me, you know I'm a very patient man.”

You give up, huffing and sitting back down to where you were sitting before.

“What?”

“Oh, feisty are we?”

“Donghyun I’ll kill you.”

He laughs before sitting in the seat across from you. You knew he was normally silly like this to lighten up the mood. It was one of the reasons you started liking him in the first place. But right now, you hated that about him. How carefree and aloof he could be.

“First of all, I want to say that everything I said that day, I didn’t mean. I just didn’t know how to phrase my answers and they came out sounding worse than I meant them to be.”

You avoid his gaze, not wanting to look at his face as you relive the words that he had said to you that day.

“I want to start by apologizing to you first. I realized how much of a dick move it was to take you out on dates if I had never planned to date you at the time and I can see how I was sending you mixed signals. And to clarify, I didn’t mean it would be weird if I dated you. I don’t even know why I said that because it's simply just not true. You’re a wonderful person and anyone would be lucky to show you off.”

You look back at him, gaze softening at his kind words.

“I’m really sorry for hurting you and treating you like that. I really miss you, and not the sex. I mean, I miss that too, but I mainly miss you and your presence. You’re so fun and funny and easy to talk to. And you’re the only person I hung out with that actually cared about fish. I think I didn’t realize the way I actually felt about you until after that night. I do like you, and in more than a friends-with-benefits way but I was scared to admit to those feelings because I was afraid of what might happen. I’m telling you now because it's eating away at me. I totally understand if you want nothing to do with me but I had to let you know now.”

He looks at you, biting his lip as his face shifts from a small smile to one full of nervousness, the little glint in his eyes boaring into yours. The words he’s saying, you’ve been wanting to hear them for so long. You couldn’t lie, you still liked him. You wanted to give him another chance to redeem himself and let yourself enjoy him again. Having so many meetings go by and not being able to talk to him so casually anymore, it hurt you still. Your silence was killing him, but he stayed, waiting for your response.

“Thank you for the apology, I really appreciate it. I can’t say that I haven't missed you. I want to give you another chance… but I'm scared.”

He reaches across the table, tapping your hands, wanting to hold them. You hesitate, but open them up, placing your hands in his palms. His smile makes your falter, nerves rising as he rubs the backs of your hands with his thumbs.

“I understand. But if you let me, I will prove to you that I like you. I promise, I will not hurt you again. We don’t even have to have sex until you feel like you can trust me again.”

The big smile on your face held your answer. You squeeze his hands, laughing.

“Sounds like a good idea to me.”

He lets go of your hands, walking around the table. He stands you up, caressing your cheek in his hands before dipping his head down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

“Thank you for giving me another chance Y/N. I swear, you’ll never regret it.” (😉)

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Woonhak:

It had only been a week since your split with Woonhak. To say you’d been crying everyday was an understatement. You missed him so much. You felt bad for ending things but you felt even worse knowing that he thought you were the reason for his shortcomings when it came to being an artist. All of your friends that knew about your relationship had seen the toll it had taken on you to be away from him. The dark circles under your eyes, how pale your skin looked and just how your overall well being seemed to decline day by day.

Woonhak felt so guilty. He would beat himself up for snapping and saying the wrong things. This argument with Taesan that day came to a halt, seeking comfort from the older member after he had heard the entire thing. Woonhak had even missed practice for a day, resulting in getting scolded heavily by his managers.

Overall, it was a pretty shitty situation for the both of you. But Woonhak couldn’t stand knowing that he hurt you so bad. He still cared about you, he just over expressed his anger and frustration out on you. He spent days curating the perfect message to send to you— in hopes that you would read it of course.

He even told his members who were in full support of his plans. They needed him to be better, for his own sake and the sake of the group. And you were still so heartbroken, you would run to him the moment the message flashed on your screen. You hadn’t even changed his contact name yet.

Baby Bear 🧸:

“Hey Y/N. I hope you see this and don’t block me immediately. I know how terrible I was to you and I’m sorry. I haven’t stopped crying and I’ve barely eaten. Can you believe it? Me, not eating? Haha anyways, I hope you’re doing better than I am. I didn’t get to apologize to you before so I’m doing it now. I would rather do this in person but I don’t want you to have to see me if you don’t want to. I would even understand if you never wanted to see my face again and if you stopped supporting my group. But I just want you to know that I still love you and I am so deeply, truly, sorry about the way I treated you and things I said to you. None of my anger was meant to be put on you and you didn’t deserve any of that. I wish I could take back my past actions, but I can’t. I hope you can heal from all the pain I’ve caused you. I love you.”

You were struggling by the end of the message, tears flowing so crazy that you could barely see the screen. You had taken some time to read it, causing Woonhak to be on edge the whole time, waiting for your response. Having your read receipts on didn’t make it any better for him. He was shaking sending the message, clinging onto Jaehyun’s arm beside him. He was crying on his shoulder, praying that he’d receive a text from you.

When your text never came, he sighed in defeat. He continued to cry for another 20 minutes on Jaehyun’s shoulders until he finally got up to wash his face. It was then that a knock on the door sounded through the living room. Jaehyun went to open it, shocked at the sight of you, tears flowing down your face and drenched from the rain outside.

“Where’s Woonhak?”

He pointed to the bathroom, stunned at your straightforwardness. You usually addressed him very nicely, though given the situation he excused you and let you in. You ran to the bathroom, knocking on it frantically until Woonhak opened the door.

“I hate you so much.”

You said, throwing your arms around the boy whose face was still very wet. Not that you cared considering you were drenched yourself.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry I will never raise my voice at you ever again. I will never treat you like how I did before. You mean so much to me you’re really the love of my life and I can’t lose you again!”

He squeezed you so hard, it was hard to breathe. But you didn’t care. You stood there, held in his embrace for what felt like hours until he pulled away, face fresh with new tears. He was sniffling but his smile never faded, beyond elated to see you again.

“You better not treat me like that again! I’ll have to kill you if you do!”

“You should kill me if I do that again.”

You both laugh, wiping your tears away. But you couldn’t help but shiver, the cold wetness finally setting onto your body.

“Oh my god you’re drenched. Did you run through the rain to get here? Baby, you’re gonna get sick!”

He sprung into action, running to grab you a towel.

“Here! Take a shower. I’ll bring some clothes of mine for you!”

You laugh at his eagerness, but you already feel a hundred times better, knowing that you have him back in your life. You grab him before he leaves again. He immediately finds his hands on your waist, you holding onto his arms.

“Okay I’ll shower, but after, we need to talk about all this.”

He nods, resting his forehead on yours.

“Of course. I need to let you know how sorry I am and how much I love you. Seriously, I’m never gonna act that way ever again.”

You place a soft kiss on his lips, melting into his touch.

“Pinky promise?”

You hold up your pinky, giggling as he locks his pinky with yours.

“Pinky promise.”

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