pairing: sunghoon x reader
warnings! reader gets played, sunghoon is a dick, cursing
a/n: i just like writing angst so here’s another one lol
you were never the type to ask for anything, wanting to avoid being a burden or bother to others.
and maybe that’s why things led up to how it is now. here you were in the dark, sitting alone in your room as you bask in this sullen atmosphere you created for yourself. your mind flashes back to the scenario that happened only hours ago— sunghoon clad with some unfamiliar girl wrapped tightly to his side. the worst part? the boy didn’t bother to explain himself when he saw you, instead opting to smirk at your hurt figure and went about with his day.
maybe you were foolish. foolish to believe that sunghoon was the slightest bit serious when it came to your relationship. you knew he wasn’t the type to be tied down but all thoughts flew out of the window the day he decided to ask you out, giving him the benefit of the doubt.
your thoughts were interrupted at the sound of your door opening as sunghoon’s figure made its way to the light, cursing to yourself as you forgot you gave the boy a spare key to your home. the boy walked in seeming unbothered while you on the other hand shifted uncomfortably.
he furrowed his brows at your tone. “what do you mean why?” his eyes make its way to your figure. “are you not happy to see me?”
you were in disbelief. was he really going to act like he didn’t do anything wrong? it was as if the world revolved around him and him only, it made you scoff.
“are you fucking with me right now?” the anger inside you was starting to rise. “you’re really going to act like you did nothing wrong?”
sunghoon took notice of your angered state, only making him frustrated and confused. was this about earlier? if it was, he couldn’t understand why you were being dramatic, its not like you two were anything serious.
“if this is about earlier you’re over reacting.” he scoffs finding the situation ridiculous.
it was beyond you how he could take the situation so lightly. it was funny how he could tell you how much he loved you, how much he wouldn’t trade you for the world throughout your relationship but now you could only think about how naive you were to believe him in the slightest— or maybe you knew all along and just treated it as if it was true, either way it hurt. the boy sighs as he makes way to sit at the edge of your bed, a slight dip being made as he reaches out to grab at your hand.
you stare at the hand that once felt like it molded perfectly with yours start to feel foreign— as if it was a stranger. sunghoon notices the change in your eyes. what was once anger subsided into acceptance and bitterness, the weight of reality crumbling down like a brick wall.
you retracted your hand. “overreacting?” you laugh to yourself. “fine, lets say that i was.”
you began to think about your relationship— were you ever really happy? maybe you were, maybe you weren’t but all you knew was that sunghoon wasn’t good for you.
“are you seriously going to be petty about it?” this time, anger begins to build up in sunghoon. “why do you always act like a child? you’re always acting upon your emotions.”
“i’m sorry that i have feelings, is that what you want to hear?” you furrowed your brows, nostrils flaring in anger. “i’m sorry for not allowing myself to be ran over like some side piece— for finally realizing my worth.”
sunghoon’s mouth gapes, not being able to find the right words to say. the silence was deafening as you took time to collect yourself, prepping yourself for what was about to come.
you took a deep breath before staring directly into the boys eyes. “let’s break up.”
there it was. the one sentence that seemed more liberating than hurtful now that you’ve laid all your cards out on the table. the fact that you initiated the break up seemed to touch at sunghoon’s feelings as you can visibly see his nose scrunch in discomfort— whether it was his ego or feelings being hurt, you didn’t care anymore.
sunghoon bitterly nods his head at you before scoffing. “you’re seriously going to break up with me over that?” he stands up. “what a joke.” he mutters, slamming your door.
and it was until then that you realized you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. the next question you pondered over was what happens next? you weren’t sure. you looked up to the ceiling closing your eyes as a stray tear fell down.
maybe it did hurt you, maybe you were too in love with him but all you knew was that you were tired— and maybe it was for the better. right. for the better.
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