My sister just returned from her courses in another province and looked at what she gave me. Sadly, she didn't get our dear Shadow Monarch, Sung Jin Woo.
warning(s): mention of the word whore; cheating; drinking; jaehyun being an asshole; swearing
author: @ericssmile
summary: all you wanted was a fun night with your best friends, but your ex just had to walk in and ruin the mood.
word count: 2.2k words
a/n: this is by no means how i picture jaehyun at all; this is all a work of fiction and for some reason i just really love angst heh
Whoever said that drowning out your sorrows with alcohol was a terrible liar. No matter how many drinks you’ve had, you still felt like pure shit. The plan was to go out clubbing with your friends; take your mind off of your ex and have a ball.
Those plans were ruined when you saw him walk through the doors. Another whore clinging onto his arm completely oblivious that that’s going to be the one and only time that she’ll ever get to see him.
You made eye contact with him every now and then. It made you sick. And so one after the other you asked for shots. Whether it be tequila, vodka or whatever hard shit the bar had, you didn’t care just as long as it gave you that satisfying burn to the back of your throat.
He had the biggest smirk on his face as he glanced at you, his grip tightening on the girls waist. Like as if he’s showing off that he’s better off without you.
You scoff and roll your eyes, taking what seemed to be at least your 5th tequila shot. “Fucking man whore.” You mumble out, slamming the shot glass onto the bar. You smile at the barman, give him your thanks and stubble your way back to the table to where your friends were.
They watched you very closely when you were at the bar. Yeji was gonna go to you to tell you to slow down; but Ryujin stopped her. Shaking her head as if to say “just let her deal with it herself.” Yeji sighed and agreed, playing with her near empty glass, glaring at your direction every now and then.
As you got closer to the booth, Ryujin got out of her seat and grabbed your arm gently, leading you to the table. She let you slide into the booth first so that you were sat between your two friends. That way then they can keep an eye on you.
“Did- did you see him?” you slurred, pointing a finger lazy in what you hoped was the direction your ex was at. “Did you see the fucker?” Your words were laced with venom as you glanced at the man’s direction. All you could see was red ever since the moment he stepped foot in the club. And the fact that he even wore a smirk proudly on his lips when he looked at you.
“Yeah babe,” Yeji spoke, her voice soft yet loud enough so you could hear her over the pounding music. Ryujin was rubbing your back, calming you down. She always knew how to calm you down. “I was tempted to punch him for you but Ryujin stopped me.” The comment made you smile slightly.
You would honestly be lost without your two best friends. Have been through literally everything together. First day of school. First break ups. The first kiss. Mental breakdowns. You three are basically a package deal.
“I love you guys.” You cried, throwing your arms sloppily over their necks, bringing them into you and placing wet kisses on their foreheads, much to their dismay. They just laughed it off, hugging you back.
The night had been going so smoothly! Just having a chill night with your friends and drinking to let loose and what not. To have fun. But, it was hard to have fun when the one man who had shattered your heart into a million tiny pieces was in the same vicinity as you.
Jung Jaehyun. The one man who you had trusted. The one man that you had ever loved. The one man who you thought you’d spend forever with. People did warn you about his red flags, but because you were ever so blinded by love, you just simply ignored them. You didn’t want to believe them. You couldn’t believe them. He was your love. Your one and only.
But then you realised one night when you found another woman in your bed, that you should’ve listened to your friends. You remember it clear as day. You were coming back from a tiring day of work and all you wanted to do was lie down in your boyfriend's arms cause no matter what you were feeling, they always made you feel secure and safe. Walking through the door, you put your keys down onto the side table, took your shoes off and called out his name with a soft smile on your face. When he didn’t answer, you had assumed he hadn’t heard you, so you called out to him a bit louder.
But still, there was nothing.
His car was in the driveway so he was definitely home. It wasn’t until you started walking towards the bedroom when things started to concern you. Noises were coming from the bedroom. Giggles. Moans. God damn mother fucking moans.
Your steps became more aggressive, your heart pounding with each step. The noises getting louder and louder, practically becoming a ringing in your ear. You thought you might have been hearing things at first, that you were imagining things. But now as you stand in front of the bedroom door, you know that this was in fact very real and not part of your imagination. So many mixed feelings were going through your mind; anger, sadness, confusion. Were you not good enough for him? Well, obviously if he’s fucking some bitch in your bed.
What does one do in this situation? Ignore it? Barge in and act nonchalant about it? Make a scene? Well, today was already a shitty day, why not be dramatic about it. You remember, barging through the door, eyes seeing red as Jaehyun had the whore on all fours literally giving her a pounding of her life. You smiled sarcastically and walked to the wardrobe and took out your stuff. “By all means, don’t let me stop you two from having fun.” Each word was filled with venom, the sarcastic basically painted permanently on your features as you aggressively shove all of your belongings into your suitcase.
And that’s all you remembered. For the rest of the night you blacked out. You weren’t sure if he had ran after you or even called out to you. It was all a blur after that.
“Y/n? Babes?” A soft nudge to your shoulder brought you back into the real world and away from the one memory you told yourself to never bring up to yourself ever again. “You were out of it for quite a while, are you alright?” Ryujin asked, voice laced with concern and worry as she ran her fingers comfortingly through the ends of your hair. All you could do was nod your head. But both Yeji and Ryujin could see right through you.
“Maybe we should take you home-”
“No!” You whine, a small pout on your lips. You looked over at Yeji who had a stern look on her face. She had always found it difficult looking after your drunk ass, cause you always somehow manage to make yourself go overboard. “I don’t wanna go home! I wanna stay and have fun and dance!” You move away from Yeji and lean yourself into Ryujin. You could feel her wrap an arm around your middle, trying to keep you still and seated because there was no way that they were letting you out of their sights and reach again.
Yeji sighs, running a hand through her black and pink hair. She definitely blames this on Jaehyun. If he hadn’t shown up at all, then you wouldn’t have had so many shots. Without the chasers no doubt.
“Ladies.” Speak of the devil and he shall appear. The sound of his voice perked both Yeji and Ryujin’s ears up. Both of their faces turned red with anger. He had the nerve to walk over to the booth and what? Want to have a casual chat as if nothing had ever happened? Nuh uh. Not on their watch.
Ryujin was the first to stand up, making sure that you were sat properly and not slumping over before getting in Jaehyun's face. “What do you want?” She looked directly in his eyes. Hers filled with so much anger; her voice filled with venom. She looked to his side and noticed that the girl he had walked in with wasn’t by his side. Her eyes became wide with surprise at this and asked “Where’s your whore? Got bored of her already?”
“Ryujin! Calm down!” Yeji chided, but her words were ignored.
Jaehyun chuckled at the young girl's remark. He prodded his cheek with his tongue, a smirk wide on his face as his gaze burned onto Ryujin. It was as if he was trying to be intimidating. But when it comes to Ryujin, it’s going to take a lot more than just a measly stare to get her to crack. “You should listen to your friends for once and not bud into shit that doesn’t involve you.”
The sound of his voice made your body boil with so much anger. The words coming out of his mouth were basically poison. Everything that he does and touches is just poison.
“You can shut your fucking mouth up right now Jung Jaehyun or I swear to fucking God!” You bellow, jumping out of your seat and slamming your hands down on the table, words laced with so much venom. You took deep breaths to calm your heart rate down, but it was a little difficult when every inch of your body was fueled with anger. “I swear, I will make your life a living hell.”
“And how would you do that, princess?” He chided, sarcasm spilling through his words, his smirk getting wider and wider watching your reaction.
You tilt your head to the side, your own smirk appearing on your lips. “Do your friends know how much of a man whore you are?” You chuckle, fingers gripping tight onto the edge of the table. “how you go through girls like a new pair of socks and throw them away when you’ve had enough use out of them?” You raise your eyebrows. Now you’re the one watching his reaction. He clenched his jaw, ears as red as a tomato. His fists were clenched as he stared daggers at you.
Jaehyun goes to speak, but you cut him off. “Maybe I should go and talk to one of your friends. They seem nice. Seem like a good fuck.”
“You will not go anywhere near them, understand me? Never.”
You smirk at his words, a mischievous glimmer sparkled in your eyes. You poke your tongue out slightly, showing Jaehyun that his words mean nothing to you. “How demanding of you.” Your eyes widen at his demand, words playing off as sarcasm. Ryujin could sense that you were up to something, so she quickly moved around you so that she was sat next to Yeji, watching as the commotion in front of them played out.
They lowkey wished they had a bowl of popcorn.
“I mean, considering you don’t really own me anymore. Those are some big words coming from you Jung.” Each word was laced with venom as you slowly moved out of the booth, making your way towards your ex. He tried to stand his ground, but he knew what you were like when you’ve had a bit to drink. And it honestly scared him a little. “I’m not yours to demand or push around. Or to fucking use like a goddamn tissue Jaehyun!” With each word, your pitch got louder and louder and your steps getting quicker and quicker making Jaehyun move backwards to the point his back was against the wall.
Your breathing got heavy as you stood directly in front of a man you were once in love with. Your glare as cold as ice. “Now, go and find your fucking whore and leave me and my friends the fuck alone.” You spoke with authority, feeling proud of yourself for finally sticking up for yourself and not backing down. You go to turn around but stop yourself. A sinister smirk was painted on your face as you walked back over to Jaehyun. His eyebrows were furrowed, confused as to what you wanted with him now. But instead of saying anything, you just smacked him in the face, so hard that it had left a red imprint on the left side of his cheek. You leaned in close to his ear and whispered; “How’s the crabs treating you?” and made your way back towards your table where both Yeji and Ryujin looked shocked but oh so proud of you. They could honestly feel the slap that you gave Jaehyun and to them, it was the most satisfying sound ever.
As soon as you sat back at the table, a wide smile replaced the smirk as you listened to your friends' praises of how proud they are of you and that they were waiting for the day for that to happen. Although you were drunk, you still knew exactly what you were doing.
As the girls talked amongst themselves, you noticed that Jaehyun's friends were concerned for him -although some did laugh when they saw the giant handprint on his cheek-, obviously wondering what the hell had happened and who it was that left such a mark on him. You could see that his fists were clenched, which only made you smirk once again knowing that he’s embarrassed. For once, he was starting to feel how you felt when his dick was deep in another bitches vagina.
