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𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴: 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲

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"i don't care right now!" heeseung yelled, pacing around his apartment.

"i wish i had that problem." y/n muttered sarcastically, shaking her head as she tried to stop the tears from flowing out.

maybe if he would have listened to y/n, he would have thought more about his choice of words.

but he didn't.

y/n couldn't imagine that this situation would ever happen to her. the two of them were content, and loved each other deeply.

until he didn't.

for a moment y/n believed it would have been less painful if heeseung had cheated on her, and yet, in her heart, she knew that was a lie.

but that's what happens when you're upset; you believe that nothing can be more painful than what you are feeling in that moment, until it is.

she glanced at the boy as he headed to the kitchen. she looked quickly, believing that a second of eye contact would push her over the edge even more.

he didn't look back.

for y/n, she still had two pages of spanish exercises and a whole english essay to write due the next day, and this, compounded, was all too much.

as she sat slumped over his old wooden desk, she felt her eyes close. they burned and made it even more painful to write, and she just wanted the pain to subside.

as she slowly scanned over the writing, she began to scold herself for wetting the paper, but she felt as though it was futile, and that if she had to feel like this, then her ruined homework would be at least some proof of her pain.

y/n pictured herself waking up, and going into school the next day. she sobbed as she saw herself in an endless torment of work and heartbreak. she couldn't face the idea anymore.

it wasn't that y/n was immature, but rather the opposite. y/n knew that there would be these problems, and she understood, but it didn't make it hurt less.

and the words that came out of his mouth felt so real, as though he had been practising them in front of a mirror; to spit out the most venomous sentence he could think of.

y/n rushed through her homework.

she sighed. the conditional tense was something she'd always been good at, imagining the what-ifs that could impact her. that's what worrying does, and she does that far too often.

and although she enjoyed reading, she hated writing essays. how could anyone be passionate about analysing shakespeare? she found it irritating: this man had written so much in his lifetime and so surely —much like her work— most of it was filler with no deeper meaning?

running her hands over the pages, and smearing some of the blotchy ink, she shoved the pages into her school bag.

with a sense of dissatisfaction, she crawled into bed. his bed.

all this time heeseung had been in the other room, surely hearing her cries. perhaps he was angry, perhaps upset, perhaps it was simply that he didn't care.

y/n didn't want to feel like this, but most importantly, she didn't want him to feel like this. she didn't want to further upset him and so she tried to fall asleep.

but she couldn't, and who could? especially when you had lee heeseung next to you, whom had crawled in, mere inches away.

"i'm sorry i left you, i couldn't bare to see you cry, it would break my heart just too much. but i'm not going anywhere."

"are you sure?"

"always."

and with those words she sprung back to hug heeseung, and their hug seemed to last forever.

she snuggled into his soft hair,
and spoke softly, choking on her words;

"and i guess you could say that's my consolation prize."

"only if it makes you feel any better", his voice cracked.

"it doesn't."

that night they both cried, and the world felt so dark. but they embraced each other, and they embraced it all.

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author's note: i'm so glad that you're spending your time reading my story, thank you.

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