After Lee Know arrives home from traveling, you're forced to confront your lover turned cheater.
A/N: First of all, this is an angst with no happy ending. Also I'm testing using photo headers here just for the fun of it. Do you like it? Please let me know, I'm snoopy and I cherish feedback. I feel like it adds some fun zest, but I want your opinions.
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Minho knew something was wrong when he came home to find the living room dark. Every part of the house was pitch black. It was strange and it wasn't like you. He was excited to see you again. He had specifically told you tonight was the night he'd be home from doing promotions and a few concerts in Japan.
He walked tediously through the house. His arms stretched out in front of him and his socked-feet sliding along the felt-like carpet beneath him. His next assumption was that you were asleep. You had been working an awful lot lately. Maybe you crawled into bed and fell asleep while waiting.
Whatever the case, he couldn't wait to see you again. He couldn't wait to see the twinkle in your eyes. The way your mouth stretched into a crooked grin. Your happiness was infectious; there was nothing he loved more.
You were the best part of his day and night. The love and the light of his life. You were there sharing the highs, you comforted and continued giving him your support during the lows. Experiencing you was one of his favorite parts of living.
His heart picked up speed in his chest; a euphoriant reminder that he loved you. A smile fell onto his own face when he thought about the forthcoming scene. He'd crawl into your shared bed and he'd gently shake your shoulder to wake you up.
Your whole face, illuminated by the moonlight through sheer bedroom curtains, would light up. That crooked grin of yours would come out sleepy. Your eyes would only be half-opened as you wiggled into his arms and buried your face into his chest.
He'd take pleasure in the familiar scent of your shampoo and the way your body pressed against his; a puzzle piece that had been missing over the span of three weeks. His mind constantly went back to you.
You were the center of his universe and he orbited around you. Spinning, spinning, spinning, your gravity pulling him in and keeping him center. Helping him with mundane tasks and sharing intimate and domestic moments together.
Pushing open the creaky bedroom door, he was met with a perfectly made empty bed. The sound of sad music drifted from beneath the bathroom door. He glanced over to find soft light peeking out from beneath it. The smile on his face faltered.
You must have been really struggling to listen to sad music. You believed that sad music increased your sadness. You were the type of person who surrounded yourself with upbeat music because you knew listening to sad and slower music would dampen your mood.
He stepped forward and knocked on the door. "Baby? I'm finally home. Can I come in?"
He was met with the subtle sound of sloshing water. The sad music lowered, but continued to play. He stayed put waiting for your response, but it never came. He knocked again, but you didn't respond.
After a few second pause and increasing anxiety, he finally pushed the door open. "Are you ignoring me?" The words were a light-hearted joke. However, when he stepped further inside, his heart stopped.
You sat up to your neck in white foamy bubbles. A glass of wine sat in your hand and you glanced over at him with watery eyes. He blinked making sure he was taking in the scene correctly. Around you, candles had been placed around lighting up the bathroom.
The scent of lavender mixed with heartbreak. You stayed quiet as you stared at your boyfriend. A blank look fell over your face despite the tears in your eyes. "You're home," you muttered.
"What's wrong?" He asked with his eyebrows pinched together. You looked rough with dark bags beneath your eyes. He took another step closer until you lifted up a foam filled hand to stop him.
"Just don't," you got out, "please leave me alone."
"Why are you crying?"
"Don't come in here and act like you don't know why."
"But I don't know w-"
"Don't make me pull up the photos of you snogging another person. You've always been the kind of person who owns up to their faults. Can't you, at least, admit you cheated on me?"
And with those words, he couldn't breathe. Your gravity cut out and he was free falling through space. Down, down, down. Further and further lost in a vacuum without any oxygen.
"I-I can explain that. I was drunk and I-"
"I don't want an excuse."
He went quiet instantly as your eyes met his. That twinkling that you once had, the light, the sparkle, the joy, all the scintillation was gone. All he was left with was an icy gaze.
It was the one thing about you that he adored. The way you had created steel walls for every boundary you had. You set those boundaries in stone and refused to bend them for anyone. It was something not many people had. With them, you were an unstoppable force.
Your fingers paled around your glass of wine. "If you didn't want to be with me, you could have told me. You didn't have to tell me through a Dispatch article. What did I do to deserve that?"
"Nothing," he whispered, "you didn't deserve that at all."
"Are you tired of me? Is there something I'm doing that you don't like? Have you fallen in love with someone else?" You kept your voice steady despite the ache in your heart. "I deserve an explanation."
"What?" His face fell. "No! No! No! Of course, there's nobody else. I was drunk and I was stupid."
"Seriously? That's the excuse you're going with?"
"I-"
"What was it really? Do you know them? Do you love them? I can handle it if you do I-"
"No! I don't even know who that person is, I swear!" You were ripping his heart in half with that look of yours. "I was really lonely in Japan and I missed you a lot."
"So that makes it valid for you to snog a stranger?"
"No! I-I-" He sucked in a sharp breath, "there is no excuse. I hurt you in a way that was awful. No matter how much I apologize for it, it's unforgivable."
"You're right, so please get out. I'm going to finish this glass of wine and relax. I'm going to bed after that and packing my things starting tomorrow morning."
"You can't be serious, please don't." Panic began to flood him. "Please, I'll do anything. I'm so sorry, but please don't leave. Please, I need you."
"You should have thought about that before you snogged a stranger. You know what the worst part is? I would have forgiven you if you admitted it the next day. That article came out four days ago! You've had, at least, four days to admit you fucked up."
He stayed quiet because he didn't have a rebuttal. Part of him was hoping you wouldn't have seen the article. Maybe you would have believed it was fake or maybe you would have pretended like it never happened, but you were you.
You were stitched together with unwavering strength and self-confidence. You refused to take shit from people and that included your own boyfriend. You knew what you were worth and you knew how you deserved to be treated.
A lump began to obstruct his throat again. If looks could kill, he'd be six feet under. There was no warmth in that look of yours. The familiar light was gone and replaced with dejection.
"Please, I can fix this."
"You broke my trust and if you think you're going to be able to patch it with a band-aid of 'I'm sorry' then you have another thing coming. How am I ever supposed to believe you won't do it again? What about the next tour you have or the next vacation? It'll always be in the back of my mind."
"Please," he collapsed to his knees. His fingers reached out to you open and outstretched, but you shrank back into the bubbles. He was hoping you'd allow him to touch you.
Your eyes narrowed at him and your words came out venomous. "Don't fucking touch me, you cheater." The words were low and you knew it. Hurt filled his eyes instantly, but you didn't regret what you said.
"What am I supposed to do without you? I can't lose you. Give me one more chance to fix it."
"I told you, back at the beginning of this relationship, that if you cheated on me, I'd be done. I told you it was the lowest thing a romantic partner could do to their significant other. It was inexcusable and unforgivable."
"I was drunk."
"And they say drunk actions are sober thoughts. I don't know who you are anymore. We can't have a relationship without trust. Nothing you say will make me change my mind. You fucked up and besides a new cheating scandal, this is the consequences of your actions."
He slouched back on his knees defeated. You shifted back in the bubbles and tipped the wine glass to your lips once more. Waves of lavender embraced him again. The only noise was the sound of your sad music.
Lavender and heartbreak, invigoration and longing, tranquility and turmoil; something the two of you would never forget.