No one has the right to tell you that their life is harder than yours. No one has the right to invalidate your struggles because they “got through it just fine.” No one has the right to tell you to suck it up because other people have it “worse.” Hardships are not comparable. Your struggles are real, legitimate, and just as difficult as anyone else’s
This has been a PSA thank you
A/N: This is what happens when I write under pressure. Kind of strong/sensitive/abuse material, read at your own risk. It's also long.
When you spend a lot of time hoping for light, you’re rewarded with darkness. When you’re locked in a room, sense of time becomes inexistent. Seconds become minutes, minutes become hours, and hours become days.
The plain cream walls, the mattress with an old pillow and a sheet of fabric on the floor, the broken lamp on the corner of the room, an incomplete painting sitting next to it, the locked brown door and the small grated window. These things were her every day. She’d see them when she woke up in the warm mornings and when she went to sleep in the cold nights. Escape seemed something so surreal to her, a distant dream. The walls that encaged her body represented reality.
The girl laid on the cold mattress, shivers shaking her weakened and broken body. The tray of food she was given remained in the same place where it was dropped. A sick lifeless white painted her skin, dark green and purple marks spreading themselves on her arms and legs. Exhaustion slowly took over her body along with a headache and a nauseous feeling on her throat. She reached for the window with unsteady steps to let some fresh air inside the room but the moment she reached it, her legs gave in and her vision became blurry, the last thing she heard were footsteps and the feeling of warmth engulfing her body before everything went dark and her body went numb.
-O-
The sound of a thunderstorm filled the room; the soft sound of the girl’s sobbing was quickly drowned out by the clapping of thunder and the bright lightning being the only temporary source of light as it got swallowed by the darkness. Her face resembled the windowpanes, drops of water streaming down both.
Hayoung wrapped her arms around her small frame, hoping to console herself. Power outages scared her but she always had someone to comfort her, a warm chest to hold onto. Now that she was alone, the memories of those times where she spent the night against that man’s chest, everything seemed a lot more painful. As thunder kept clapping, she tightened her arms around her body that now hid under tons of blankets in an attempt to block out the noise.
The loud ringing of her cell phone startled her, the bright light blinding her before she saw who was calling: unknown. Hayoung brushed it off, it could’ve been a stranger calling the wrong number; but the person kept calling. After a good eight calls, she finally picked up. She greeted the person on the other line with a shaky “hello?” as she tried to make it seem like she wasn’t crying like a baby over a thunderstorm that would pass sooner or later. But the only response she got was the sound of the rain before the line went dead. Lightning struck once more and the loud sound of the impact shocked her to the point where she screamed bloody murder. Tears streamed down her face once more, immediately her phone started ringing: unknown number again.
“Don’t cry, Hayoungie”.
A chill ran down her spine when she recognized that voice, that voice that had soothed her plenty of times and had sung her to sleep, that voice that used to say lovely words to only her. That voice could only belong to the man with the once warmest chest: Kim Junmyeon. She was about to ask why was he calling her but before she could, the line went dead.
-O-
That’s how her living hell started, on that fateful night three months ago. Since that night, she received text messages from him every day of the week. At first they were simple good morning and sleep well messages, but seeing she never dared herself to reply, the messages got scarier.
“I think it’s best for you to reply, Hayoungie”.
“Don’t think you can ignore me forever baby”.
“I know where you are right now, Ahn Hayoung, if you don’t want to be harmed it’s best if you start paying attention to your surroundings”.
“I’m coming for you”.
That’s when they ended. Since then, she didn’t dare sleep in her own home. She moved back with her mother and even then, she couldn’t sleep at peace. That tormenting message was engraved in her head; over and over it appeared in her mind. He knew where she was, what she was doing, he knew. Just as she finally closed her eyes, her phone shook with a call, unknown number.
“Game over”
And that was all before the lights in her room went off and she let out a spine-chilling scream.
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Junmyeon cradled her unconscious body in such a delicate way, as if she was a doll that could break. He didn’t want to damage her more than how she was even if he was the one that had caused all the bruises on her body. He was the only one to blame; because of him she was damaged, because of him she had lost so much weight that she looked like mere skin and bones, it was his fault that she stopped believing in light. It was his entire fault.
Since they broke up two years ago, Junmyeon couldn’t get used to the idea of letting her go. Moving on, forgetting the warmth that filled him when they were together, forgetting her; it was impossible for him. So he started filling himself with alcohol every night, until he slowly reached his breaking point. Despair took control of his body, he craved the warmth, her smaller frame on his, her. In order to fulfill his need for her, he started stalking her thinking just looking at her would satisfy his needs but instead it got worst. He wanted her for himself; he wanted to stay by her side like a shadow, so he took her away from her family, from her friends, from the world. He kept her locked in, disconnected from everyone and everything.
His soft hands went up and down her spine in a soothing motion as he hummed to himself a random tune he heard in the radio a few days ago. He continued caressing her hair until he felt her body flinch and shake in his embrace. Junmyeon placed her body next to him on the broken couch and took the first-aid kid he had placed on the floor. Taking a few bandages and some ointment, he turned his body to face her back. He tried approaching her but every time his fingers reached out for her, she flinched and squirmed away. Her body shook in fear of being harmed; she couldn’t trust the man behind her anymore. The promises of protection were thrown away long ago, getting covered by his desires.
Junmyeon sighed in frustration and tried to turn her around by force, however the girl threw herself to the floor and tried to crawl away from him, the rug burning her skin and forearms. The man just stared, realization hitting him like bricks; he became her worst nightmare, a monster that she feared more than anything. The weight of his doings crushed his heart as he saw her once milky skin vary from green, red to purple, her eyes reflected fear. A single tear rolled down his cheeks as he reached for her.
“Baby…Baby stop crawling away, I-I’m not going to hurt you this time, I promise” he stuttered, his footsteps weak as he walked towards her. He knelt down so he was on an eye-level with her and reached out to caress her face, Hayoung remained unresponsive, her mind telling her to escape while her heart said otherwise. Her fearful, cold gaze hurt him more than anything, as if someone was rubbing salt on a fresh wound in his heart, tears started to roll down his cheeks, sobs wrecking his body. He took her body in his like a baby would reach to its mother. He placed his head on her shoulders as he hugged her tightly. Hayoung remained unresponsive still, so he hugged her tightly to his body.
“Princess, I’m so sorry; I really am. I just wanted you for myself and I ended up hurting you. After you broke up with me, I couldn’t bring myself to let you go, I hated myself for not being with you because of my work and I hated you for not staying with me when we loved each other so much… All this harm I’ve done to you doesn’t deserve forgiveness at all, I-I became a m-monster” he hiccupped while the words spilled from his mouth, his sobbing had died down, but tears still spilled. “I’m going to let you go, Hayoung. I will, just let me fall out of this love; let me fix the damage I’ve done to you. At least, just give me your warmth once more. I promise I’ll disappear from your life”. Hayoung placed a hand on his chest, breaking the hug. She looked at how broken Junmyeon was and wiped his tears.
“Why couldn’t we end on good terms, Junmyeon? We could’ve been friends, none of this would’ve happened…” she sighed sadly, staring down at her lap. The boy placed a kiss on her forehead and placed her head on his shoulder, wrapping his arms around her again, however this time Hayoung returned the hug. They spent a while that way, silence answering the questions in their minds, relief ran through Hayoung’s veins as her uncertainty came to an end, no more days of wondering if she’ll ever get to be free again, she would see her family and friends soon. Regret ran through Junmyeon’s, he could never forgive himself for what he became and all the pain he caused to her and her family.
Junmyeon caressed her hair until she fell asleep, exhaustion taking over her body for the 2nd time that day. He took her to his room, which had a proper bed where she could rest, rather than the broken down mattress in her cell. He took one more look at her before abandoning the room and her life.
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The loud volume of the television filled the living room but no words were uttered by the ones there, too shocked to speak about the news on the screen. The shock was so evident that even the person on the other line of the forgotten phone could feel it.
Body of kidnapper found, suicide note scares.
The body of Ahn Hayoung’s kidnapper was found in the depths of a forest last evening; the man’s corpse was found hanging from a tree in a forest by a group of campers. The group of boys had decided to go out camping for a weekend and have some fun, when they were met with the stench of blood, however they did not find the body until they saw it hanging from a nearby large tree. The man’s shirt was covered in blood as the corpse hung from up high Police got notified at 3 in the morning, during the investigation the suicide note was found inside his pockets. The note scared the campers as well as the police officers; the note that is almost unreadable has the name of his only victim is written all over the paper in what is presumed the man’s blood. Only a few words are written in the paper with ink:
“Because I lost you, I lost my paradise. Hell waits for people like me, right?
Goodbye Hayoungie.
Don’t meet me in hell.
I love you”.
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A/N: Not really pleased with this one, if any of you have tips on how the hell do you end stories, please tell me.
I really love your writing! Can you please give me your opinion on my stories?
You're on anon bby, but here's something I've learned and that is useful o/
Be confident in what you write.
Don't write under pressure or because you have to, writing is not homework and the results won't be as good as they would when you write with inspiration.
Keep improving, never set a limit to what you can do because the sky most definetly isn't the limit. You can always do better o/
I like to play with words because it makes stories look prettier you know? I go for synonyms of words when I'm writing every now and then. Thesaurus is my best friend!
Change is good! Try different styles of writing and see which styles fit you better, whenever I write with a different style I find it a challenge, but the results are good!
That's it, if you still want my opinion on your stories, I'll gladly help you out c:
Can i have a key scenario a super duper fluffy one plss thank you
Not sure if this is fluffy enough but I tried! I had to get enough guidance on Key from a friend so I hope I could write him well, if not, sorry :C Here you go!
Princess. (When he dolls you up)
“Just what are you doing to my hair, Kim Kibum?”
The whole afternoon, Kibum had been playing doll time with you. He had made you change your outfit about ten times, he had done your makeup twice and now he had been doing something on your hair for the past 30 minutes (you were sure he had started over a few times by now)
“Finding a way to make you look good ____-ah, what else have I been doing all afternoon?” he said in a quite flustered tone as he undid your hair again. “Why is your hair so hard to style? I’ve tried about five styles and they don’t come up right because your hair is slippery!”
“I don’t know; ask my parents, they are the ones responsible for my existence” you replied in a quite exhausted tone. “Why can’t you simply leave it down as usual? You said it looked pretty that way”.
“Because today you’re a princess and princesses must have pretty styled hair” he said as he tried to do your hair again, a bunch of bobby pins in his mouth making it hard for him to speak.
“Can I just be me? I most certainly am not a princess. I liked my plain jeans rather than this frilly dress, also my face feels weird with makeup.” You sighed as you played with the ends of your dress, you certainly liked it better with your style, and although you appreciated the effort he was doing on you, you were quite tired.
“____-ah, listen to me. Not every girl is a princess, only pretty people like you get to be one”. He started as he continued on styling your hair in a braided bun like the one he saw on a runway show.
“But I want to be me, not a princess; princesses are all the same, pretty faces and fake smiles. I liked it better being me.”
“Those aren’t princesses, ____-ah, they just get called that because they’re extremely pretty. You’re different. You aren’t extremely perfect like me but you have a nice heart, so that makes up for your face.” He said as he finished your hair-do, spraying hairspray on it so it stayed in place.
“I’m not sure if I should punch you or feel touched.” You said as he took your hands, helping you up so you were face to face, thanks to the heels he made you wear. He placed his hands on your shoulders and looked firmly into your hazel eyes.
“To me, you’re a princess. You have the nicest heart, you put up with me, you’re not afraid of telling others what you think, you’re strong. That makes you a princess, you don’t’ need a crown to prove it or pretend to be someone else, because you’re my princess and nothing can change it”. He placed his soft lips on yours, kissing you with all the love he felt, his soft lips moved on yours. He broke the kiss and hugged you tightly. “You don’t have to worry about being pretty, I’m the good-looking one in the relationship and you can be the nice one”
That earned him a good smack in the chest.“Just what are you doing to my hair, Kim Kibum?”
The whole afternoon, Kibum had been playing doll time with you. He had made you change your outfit about ten times, he had done your makeup twice and now he had been doing something on your hair for the past 30 minutes (you were sure he had started over a few times by now)
“Finding a way to make you look good ____-ah, what else have I been doing all afternoon?” he said in a quite flustered tone as he undid your hair again. “Why is your hair so hard to style? I’ve tried about five styles and they don’t come up right because your hair is slippery!”
“I don’t know; ask my parents, they are the ones responsible for my existence” you replied in a quite exhausted tone. “Why can’t you simply leave it down as usual? You said it looked pretty that way”.
“Because today you’re a princess and princesses must have pretty styled hair” he said as he tried to do your hair again, a bunch of bobby pins in his mouth making it hard for him to speak.
“Can I just be me? I most certainly am not a princess. I liked my plain jeans rather than this frilly dress, also my face feels weird with makeup.” You sighed as you played with the ends of your dress, you certainly liked it better with your style, and although you appreciated the effort he was doing on you, you were quite tired.
“____-ah, listen to me. Not every girl is a princess, only pretty people like you get to be one”. He started as he continued on styling your hair in a braided bun like the one he saw on a runway show.
“But I want to be me, not a princess; princesses are all the same, pretty faces and fake smiles. I liked it better being me.”
“Those aren’t princesses, ____-ah, they just get called that because they’re extremely pretty. You’re different. You aren’t extremely perfect like me but you have a nice heart, so that makes up for your face.” He said as he finished your hair-do, spraying hairspray on it so it stayed in place.
“I’m not sure if I should punch you or feel touched.” You said as he took your hands, helping you up so you were face to face, thanks to the heels he made you wear. He placed his hands on your shoulders and looked firmly into your hazel eyes.
“To me, you’re a princess. You have the nicest heart, you put up with me, you’re not afraid of telling others what you think, you’re strong. That makes you a princess, you don’t’ need a crown to prove it or pretend to be someone else, because you’re my princess and nothing can change it”. He placed his soft lips on yours, kissing you with all the love he felt, his soft lips moved on yours. He broke the kiss and hugged you tightly. “You don’t have to worry about being pretty, I’m the good-looking one in the relationship and you can be the nice one”
Hi! I would like to request a scenario where you go out on a hot date with Exo's D.O and you experience your 1st time (sex) together. Thank you! Great job on your scenarios!
i'm sorry but i don't write smut, you can go ahead and request something else though~ :c
This was my entry for le awesome greyskieslatenights's writing contest c: It's inspired by Baby Don't Cry and it's probably the best thing I've written in a while~ Hope you enjoy.
"Baby don't cry, my love will protect you and never let go".
The smell of antiseptics filled the pale room, the only colorful thing being a simple flower painting by an unknown artist. Two bodies lay next to each other on the bed, their soft breathings drowned out by the repetitive beeping of machines. The ticking of the clock hanging on one of the dull white walls had been forgotten long ago as it only signaled that time was running out, time that they wanted to hold on dearly.
His large fingers wrapped around her smaller ones, conflating together. Her head remained buried in the crevices of his neck, her face hiding under the soft penumbra his own created. They spent their time in utter speechlessness; the smallest of sounds being a potential annihilator to the calm that spread itself in the room, mixing itself with the thick yet silent agony.
They remained in peace, his delicate fingers danced on the strands of her vanilla scented hair as she tried her best not to fall asleep, she’d have plenty of time to sleep later but moments like these; where sweet nothings were whispered, hoping that the other would understand all the feelings that surpassed the strong wall called language, became ephemeral with the passing of each second.
A strong ache started to build in the girl’s chest as she realized the man next to her was so close to her but so far. He had been walking a different road since long ago; one that was filled with struggles and rainy days, one that would reach an unexpected dead-end. Although she wanted to walk the same road with him and take every hard step together, he never let her take it. Her happiness was more important for him so he never let her feel the pain he was going through, he never let her get soaked in the painful rain he had to go through so he became her umbrella. Sensing something was wrong with her, the man spoke up.
“Minji, stop it. Stop worrying about me. We’re together right now after a while and that’s all that matters baby”, he said in a soft tone that only she could hear. That’s all it took for her strength façade to fall down. Tears rolled down her cheeks strongly as the downpour that had been building outside started. Sobs shook her body uncontrollably as she tried to speak up.
“Luhan, I don’t want you to go” she managed to speak up between hiccups and sobs. His hand continued to dance in a soothing pattern down her head. This wasn’t easy for him either, leaving her was too hard for him…but he was reaching the dead-end already, without being able to go back. Although both of them knew their love was evanescent, he couldn’t bear to see her like this.
“Minji, please don’t cry. The doctors are doing their best to find a matching donor, we just have to wait, I’m sure they will find it” he spoke, trying to cheer up her crying girlfriend. Although both of them knew very well that it was impossible and that this would be their last night together before his heart stopped beating, that at any moment the valve that kept him alive would simply give up, they kept hoping for a light, a hand that could take him out of his dark road.
“Lu, there’s one here. Let me do it, Luhan” she said after she had calmed down, a few sobs every now rising up her throat. A strong determination reflected itself on her hazel eyes that now faced sad ones betraying the smile spread on the man’s face.
“I can’t let you do it Minji. You have to continue on without me, you have to let go”. Words he never wanted to say rose up, letting her go was too difficult but he couldn’t accept her organ. It was either he lived knowing she sacrificed herself for him or he died and she moved on. As much as he wanted to be selfish, he couldn’t bring himself to accept her to give him the most precious structure in her body.
Minji tried to argue with him plenty of times, yet the answer would always be no. The feeling of impotence vanquished her heart; life without him would be too complicated, too ugly, and too dark. Luhan had been her source of light, her umbrella and her other half for too long. If he left, she would be incomplete forever, moving on was too painful.
Tears rolled down her cheeks once more, the downpour outside gaining strength as the sound of thunder struck the hospital’s windows. Luhan let out a sad sigh, the weather matching the sad aura in the room. She hid her face in his neck once more, her tears wetting his blue hospital gown. He didn’t care though because he knew this was too hard for her, it took him all his self-control to not break down in front of her. He had to be strong for her, so she wouldn’t be burdened by his feelings once he was gone.
Luhan cradled her small frame in his, rubbing his hands up and down her spine in a soothing motion, whispering things in her ear to calm her down. After a while, her cries had reduced again, so he took her head in his cold hands and wiped the tears in her face, a sad smile spread on his lips once more and the twinkle in his eyes dimmed down.
“Baby, you have to let me go. You have to move on and fulfill all those dreams you had, you have to meet someone better than me, someone that can be next to you all the time and not in a hospital bed like me. You have to travel around the world with your loved one and have that beautiful wedding next to the beach you always dreamt of when we were young. Since the beginning, this was meant to happen. Minji, I have no regrets of this relationship so just let me go and be happy. It’s not you who will become short-lived sweetheart” through all his speech, he looked at her straight in the eyes in an attempt to deliver properly his feelings.
It took her a lot to not break down again; she had to be strong so he could leave in peace. So she nodded sadly and placed her head on his chest, the weak heartbeat that drummed signaled her that he was still alive, the rising and dropping of his chest signaling he was still breathing.
They spent their night like that, cuddled up in a hospital bed remembering the sweet times they had together since they met when they were teens. Through the night, they would whisper “I love you” to each other, the phrase becoming more frequent, because time was already fleeting and the sun would rise at any moment. When the rain had stopped and the dark black started to turn blue, they shared a sad kiss, one that was filled with despair and longing, yet it was painted with love. Their lips mixed together, and it took her all her strength to leave that room like he asked her to, it took her all her power to leave him behind, because staying with him until he closed her eyes would be too painful for her.
As Minji closed the door, a few tear drops rolled down her cheeks as she whispered a sad and regretful “I’m sorry”.
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The cozy smell of coffee filled the peach colored room, everything was neatly clean, and not a trace of mess could be seen. A white envelope laid on the coffee table. Small hands picked it up, quickly tearing apart the top of it and revealing a piece of neatly folded paper inside. The pale, bony hands unfolded the mysterious piece of white, thin fingers holding strongly onto the letter, the paper becoming rumpled around the edges.
“To my beloved Luhan:
If you are reading this, I just want you to know that I’m okay now. You are alright too, right? I’m missing you a lot but I’ve moved on. I’m living better now, now that I’m not alive. Luhan, my beloved Lulu, you’ll have my heart until the end and I’ll have yours. That’s the promise we made when we started dating, that’s the promise we repeated during each of our anniversaries, the promise I couldn’t break. The heart that is beating in your chest now, the heart that lies on top of your old, damaged heart, is mine. I couldn’t bring myself to let you die, I wanted to be the hand that took you out of that dark road you walked alone. Luhan, please don’t be sad and live happy. Please don’t cry, for I have no regrets and I’m at peace now. I’ll always be with you and you’ll always have my heart with you. Until the day my heart that is now beating inside you stops, never forget that I loved you. I’ll meet you when the time is right.
Love, your one and only Minji”.
A strong ache rose up on Luhan’s chest, and it that moment, he allowed himself to cry. The eyes that have been twinkling since the day he was born, the eyes that lost themselves in a dark place, finally cried.
This is not a request but I hope you read this~ I've been looking all over the place for songfics and most songfic writers are unactive. I was super happy when I came around your blog! I followed right away after reading 'Starlight Song'. I will forever support you!!!
i'm sorry i squeal a lot when i read these types of messages
i'm so glad you were happy when you find mine and i find it so lovely that you will support me forever ;U; feel free to request whenever you want, i'll be glad to write for you~
Can I request a Jinyoung scenario based on 'What's Happening?' but its the male who cheats? I really enjoy your scenarios by the way~ Keep up the good work \( ^ u ^ )/
Of course you can darling, you’re so sweet omg thank you. I’ll work even harder to bring better scenarios~! 。・゜・(ノω`)・゜・。
"Although the world looks at you with a small view, I can confidently say you are the only one".
Little something before I start posting requests, I actually have a few sitting there without finishing so enjoy~
You mindlessly stared at your reflection in the mirror, bruises and cuts covered your arms and stomach; some were fresh while others were just scars. You hissed in pain as you tried to dress up and silently cried as you wished you weren’t so weak, because if you were strong, you would habe been able to fight them.
This has been going on since your boyfriend announced your relationship to the public; you’d go back from work to be followed by some girls who claimed to be Baro’s fans, they’d follow you until you reached an alleyway near your home. They’d always drag you inside and threaten you to leave him, and every time you’d refuse. At first they merely threatened you, but as weeks went by, things started to get violent. They’d punch you and sometimes they’d cut your skin. You had tried to fisht them back, but you got exhausted easily, they were too many for you. Once they left, you’d limply walk home to cover up all wounds, but your heart became bruised with every encounter as well because of the things they would call you.
“Idiot!”
“Good for nothing!”
“I don’t get why Baro oppa would date you! You’re lower than trash, you’re not even pretty.”
“Baro oppa has so many girls to pick and he chose you because he pities you”
You knew when Sunwoo asked for your permission to announce your relationship that some fans wouldn’t be okay with it, but you only expected simple hate messages; never did you think it’d get this violent. But Sunwoo couldn’t know. If he found out, he would think you were weak and he’d leave you, so it was best if he didn’t know, you just had to continue holding in your feelings, like a balloon that’s filled with air; but how long would it take until the balloon popped?
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You and Sunwoo were cuddled together on your couch watching a movie, though you were paying more attention to the man sitting next to you, holding you. How this man picked you still amazed you, he could’ve chosen anyone but he chose you, sometimes you wondered why, there’s so much better than you out there yet he still chose you. His warm chest was comforting, so you laid your head on it, weaving your fingers through his newly dyed blonde hair. His voice shook you out of your thoughts.
“Jagi, I know I’m handsome but focus on the movie, not on me!” You scoffed and turned to face the TV, instantly regretting it, a scene of a boy being punched and kicked to the ground appeared, reminding you of your own condition, wincing, you hid on Sunwoo’s chest. “Yah, this is too violent Sunwoo!” you slightly punched his arm. “Oh come on ___-ah, it’s just a movie. This one’s good” he said while poking your sides, unaware that he could’ve poked one of your cuts. You squirmed out of his grasp to avoid him doing that. He knew you were ticklish, so he chased you around the apartment in an attempt to continue teasing you. Sadly, he did catch you and didn’t stop poking until he saw you wince and a small red stain appeared on your sweater.
“Oh god, ___-ah, are you bleeding!?” His eyes became saucers and worry covered his face immediately. You wrapped your arms around yourself and winced again, shaking your head indicating you weren’t; although it was a lie. “Come on jagi, you could be hurt.” You shook your head no again and tightened your arms again, wincing as you pressed on a fresh cut and a bruise.
“Jagi, take off your sweater, now”
You looked at him with wide eyes and shook your head no.
“There’s nothing I have not seen by now of your tummy, so take off your shirt”, the tone in his voice was somehow demanding, yet his voice was laced with worry. You sighed in defeat and raised your shirt just above your belly; there was no point in hiding it now. The look of horror in his face scared you, and how worried he looked pained your heart.
“____-ah, who….who did this to you?
“S-s-some girls who claimed to be your fans, they’ve been f-following me lately”.
“And you let them!?” He stood up quite angered, this side of Sunwoo scared you. You had never seen him angry, you were scared of how could he behave when he was angry. “For how long has this been going on? And tell me the truth”
“A month” you whispered.
“My fans have been hurting you for a month and you were not going to tell me?” He raised his voice and turned around, pulling his hair in frustration.
“You didn’t have to know Sunwoo! I could handle it myself”, tears rimmed your eyes, threatening to fall any moment now. Another lie, it had been quite obvious you couldn’t handle it by yourself. “You clearly know that’s not true jagi” he sighed when he saw the pain in your eyes, he carefully wrapped his arms around you, scared of hurting you, you became like a little porcelain doll in his arms, too fragile.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this ___-ah?” he sighed, placing your head on his shoulder. “I-I didn’t want to be a bother for you anymore, you were busy with the concerts a-and the comeback, I didn’t want you to worry about m-me” you answered with a shaky voice, just above a whisper.
“You would never be a bother to me, every moment I spend with you is worth it, and I worry about you because I love you. You’re too perfect, if I ever lost you, I’d be miserable” his hold tightened slightly and you could feel his voice get shaky too, just by the thought of losing you.
“I’m not, Sunwoo” you sighed and pulled back from his hold.
“Yes you are jagi, you’re that and more”
“I’m not”
“You are!”
“I am not Cha Sunwoo! Your fans said I couldn’t stand a chance against the beautiful girls you work with and they are right! I’m totally nothing next to them, I’m not talented, I’m not as beautiful as them, I don’t have amazing jobs like them, heck, I’m not even as tall as those girls, I’m just a plain girl, I’m not enough for you Sunwoo! You could do so much better….yet you’re stuck here with me”.
“Jagi, none of that it’s true and you know that---“
“It is, Sunwoo, it’s pointless to deny it, I’m boring, you’re an idol Sunwoo, you’re too good for me. You’re too perfect for me and---“, the feel of his warm lips against yours shut you up. Is lips moved against yours in an urgent movement, frustration, need, anger, you could feel it all through his kiss.
“Listen to me ___-ah, I love you for who you are, not because you’re famous or anything like that. To me, you’re perfect, there’s no one cooler than you. Only you buy me food, only you send me cute messages reminding me I have to do well, you’re the only one in my heart, and if my fans can’t understand it well too bad, because I love you and nothing you do, or nothing they say will break us apart”.
And that was it, the balloon popped.
You buried your face on Sunwoo’s shoulder and cried, cried like you never had, because this man really loved you. The pain you had locked up in your heart was free now, and you cried even harder, sobs shaking your body. Sunwoo carefully wrapped his arm underneath your legs and the other one around your waist and carried you bridal style back to the couch. He sat down and held you closer, softly running his hand down your hair and back.
“You don’t have to hold this pain anymore ___-ah, you don’t have to sleep in pain and tears anymore. I’m going to be here until the end with you, so please don’t hold your pain anymore. Promise me that okay?” You nodded your head as best as you could. He took your face in his hand and brushed your tears away.
“Hey, smile for me, please? I’m going to fix it; these girls won’t even dare put a hand on your hair anymore. We’ll go through this together, you’re not alone anymore”. A small smile betrayed your slight sobs; it felt good to know he loved you for who you were; now you knew that with him by your side, everything would be okay.
“Hey, you’re the only one for me, don’t you ever forget that” He said as he kissed your forehead and nose. He waited until you calmed down enough and took your hand.
“Let’s go take care of these wounds now, shall we?” You nodded with a grin and followed him, smiling softly. How did you ever get this man to fall in love? You’ll never know, but you definitely were thankful for it.
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