Requested : Hey! Can you please write an angst Young B scenario? :) maybe a long distance relationship, and the reader is still a student. The reader feels neglected and unimportant in hongwon’s life lately & feels he has negatively changed. Thanks!! ♡♡
A/N: I’m sorry that it took so long, but I was extremely busy! I hope you enjoy!
I’d been staring at the black screen for the past 5 minutes, but I wasn’t shocked. No, I was annoyed. I’d called him four times, yet there was no answer. Of course. This wasn’t new, the unanswered facetime calls. No, it’d been happening for the past month and a half. He wouldn’t answer my texts until hours later. Wouldn’t answer my calls or facetimes, or when he did they’d end quickly along with our angry bickering. My breathing would be harsh, tears heavy on my eyelashes. It was all so normal to me now, and I hated it. I hated the fact that whenever he would tell me to call, or would text me, all that I’d feel was annoyance. I hated that the boy that I once loved to talk to, now only made me feel too anxious to speak. I was angry at the fact the boy that once made me so happy, made me feel so wanted and loved, only made me cry and get angry to the point of stepping out of character to scream at him. It hurt.
I’d seen this same thing happen before, to my parents. The way that they’d switched completely. How the characteristics changed and they began to fight all the time. The house that was once quiet and full of love turned into house full of yelling. I’d seen the way tears flowed from my mother’s eyes when she’d turn away from my dad. And the fact that the same is happening to me, only makes me hurt inside.
Setting my phone down on my desk, a sigh passing through my lips, I stood from my chair. Grabbing my night clothes, I made my way to my bathroom. Stripping my face of all my makeup, I washed it and did my skin care, before stepping into the shower.
As I walked out, I sneaked a glance at my desk, where my phone was sitting. The screen was lit up with two notifications, neither of them being from him. A sigh left my lips as I pulled the towel from my hair and tossed it over my wardrobe before slipping on one of his shirts that he’d given me the last time we’d seen each other. It still smelled like him a little, and it brought back memories. I crawled into bed, getting under the covers, and shut my eyes letting sleep consume me.
“Yah!” I giggled, playfully pushing his shoulder. He merely smiled and wrapped his arms around me. “Is that any way to be talking to your oppa?” He muttered, brushing his nose against my cheek and smiling as he placed a peck on it. I chuckled and wrapped my arms around his middle, pushing myself up on my tiptoes and pecking his lips. “I’m gonna miss you when I go back…” I muttered, pouting when he nodded silently. “I’m gonna miss you, too, baby…so much.”
I shot up from my sleep, heart hammering against my ribcage as my mind scrambled to make sense of everything that was happening. Then I heard it, the loud ringing of my phone. Slowly turning my head, my eyes landed on the bright screen that was my phone. As my eyes focused, I felt my breath hitch. It was him. I quickly leaned over and grabbed the device from my bedside table, answering it and putting it to my ear. “Hello?” I rasped, laying back down with soft ‘hmph’.
“Hey. You called earlier?” He questioned, a loud laugh coming into the receiver after, making me cringe away. I glanced at the time on my phone. 03:34. It glared at me, making me roll my eyes. “Yeah, like almost 3 hours ago. Wanted to tell you something, but it’s whatever.” I grumbled, rolling my eyes with an annoyed sigh when all I got in response was another loud laugh and him talking to his friends. “Where are you?” I ask, voice bored and void of much emotion. “Huh? Oh, I’m out with Olltii hyung and some others. Why?” “Oh, nothing. You just sound busy is all. Maybe you should get back to them.” “No, I’m not that busy. Let’s talk more.” I nodded, but listened to him join in the conversation again. And I sat like that for 10 minutes, just listening to him laugh and have fun. All the while ignoring me on the other line.
I finally had enough, and with a heavy sigh I muttered the words that I never thought I’d say to him. My heart twisted at the words and my stomach churned as they fell from my lips. “Let’s break up.” He went silent, the only noise coming from his peers. Then, he excused himself from them, and I’d heard shuffling before it became quiet, well as quiet as it was going to get with the muffled loud music and cars in the background. “What’d you say?” His voice was soft, hesitant almost. I inhaled, my eyes shutting as I felt tears welling up, before I shakily exhaled. “I said, I think we should break up.” I heard the hitch of breath from the other line, the way he gulped. “W-what, why? W-we can’t break up…Baby, I can’t-we can’t…No.” He rambled, panic evident in his voice from the way it shook in fear. “Yes. We have to…what we’ve been doing isn’t healthy. Fighting all the time. The stress. And you’re way too busy for me.” I breathed, running a hand through my hair as I sit up. “T-Too busy for you? Baby, where’d you get that idea from?” He muttered. “Well, ever since you got signed, you’ve been getting more famous. And since then, well…we haven’t been talking much and when we do, we fight because of how busy you are…” The small groan that emits from the other line makes me frown. “Y/N-“ I cut him off quickly, “I have to go to bed. It’s late and I have school in the morning. Night.” I hang up, immediately putting my phone on ‘airplane mode’ and dropping it onto my bedside table. Pulling my cover up to my chin, I curl into myself and let the tears roll down the side of my face and onto my pillow.
And that was the last time we spoke. A week and a half ago. Not because of him, no. He was calling and texting me nonstop, up until two days ago. I should feel happy, relieved that he finally gave up on me. And even though I was the one who suggested breaking up, it still hurt to think about him with someone else.
A sigh left my lips as I watched the scenery go by in a blur. The train was quiet, filled with people going home from work and school, and others like me who were just going home for a quick weekend visit. And to be honest, I feel kind of anxious to be back in my room. The last time I was there, it was when I broke up with HongWon. Just the thought of it made my heart ache.
When the train stopped, I slowly stepped out and breathed in the air. Eyes jumping around as I made my way to the bus stop across the street. The only truly shitty thing about living away from home on weekdays and having working parents, is when they can’t pick you up when you visit, most of time, because they feel as though work is more important. Saving money for their kid to go to college is more important than spending time with them. Another tired sigh fell from my lips when the bus pulled up, it was packed, but this was the only bus that took me nearly to the exact location of my house. So, I climbed on, payed my fee, and pushed myself to the backdoor. Shoving my earbuds into my ears, I cut the volume all the way up, and played my music. I didn’t need to hear the voice of the bus driver telling which stops were which, I merely counted each stop until mine came, having to take this godforsaken thing damn near every other weekend to my parents’ house, I had to learn.
When the bus stopped at my destination, I got off with a mere nod to the driver. The bus had cleared out a lot during the journey here, and by now I’d gotten a seat. I was ready to get into the empty house and up to my bed though, I was tired and I my head hurt from all the stress. But, when I got there, I paused with shock evident on my face. Both, my moms’ and my dads’, cars were parked in the driveway. I chuckled, more like a scoff, with an eyeroll as I continued my way to the front door. Slowly, I unlocked it and stepped in, the sound of boisterous laughter falling to a deathly silence, immediately peeling off my shoes and making my way up to my room. I didn’t say anything as I walked passed the living room where both my parents sat with fallen grins and widened eyes. Of course, they probably forgot that today was my weekend home.
When I finally reached my room, I shut the door and locked it, ignoring the soft calls from my parents. I mean, it’s great that they’re back together and are happy again. But, it’d be even greater if they didn’t leave their only kid that tries to come around, feel like they don’t matter.
“Whatever.” I grumble, letting my backpack drop to the floor before peeling off my jacket. I quickly undressed, tossing everything into the dirty clothes hamper before slipping on tank top and a pair of joggers. I turned to make my way to bed, only for a scream to rip from my throat, waking the sleeping male that laid upon my mattress. Our eyes were wide, me from the shock of him being in my bed, and he from before ripped from his slumber by a dolphin screech. “Fuck-wait are you okay?” He asked in a panic, voice still raspy and heavy with sleep. “W-What the hell are you doing here?” I stuttered, brain freezing. I watched, still in confusion, as he looked down while his ears began to redden. “Um…I’m here to see you…” He muttered, getting off the bed and making his way to me. He stopped right in front of me, taking my hands in his.
“Look, Y/N, I know I fucked up…I know I hurt you-and shit…I didn’t mean to. I love you so much, and I would never purposely hurt you like that.” He muttered, voice shaky as he stared into my eyes before letting them drop to the floor. “L-Like…I really didn’t think about how you felt about not talking. I-I didn’t think about anything, or how big of a deal it may be to you. And-fuck I’m so fucking selfish.” He groaned, pulling away to run his hand through his hair. Tears had dropped onto his flushed cheeks by now, making my heart twist and I pouted, lip quivering as I listened to his shaky breaths. “I didn’t try to think about how you felt…I didn’t understand why you were so angry and hurt…until this past week and a half. I hurt so much…like I felt physical pains in my heart. And your words…they wouldn’t stop going through my head. I-I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I thought maybe writing a rap about it to get my raw feelings through to you, to let you know how much I love you. But, I couldn’t write a goddamn thing.” He huffed, falling back against a wall with a soft whimper. I’d stared at him through the heavy silence of the room before I made my way to him. Pushing myself onto my tiptoes, I grabbed the sides of his face, and kissed him. He was shocked, but quickly fell into the familiar rhythm that was us. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulled me closer before pulling back just slightly. “I’m sorry. For everything.” He muttered, his harsh breaths beating against my saliva moistened lips making me shiver. I merely nodded, a short ‘okay’ passing through my lips before I crashed them back onto his.
