YoungK is now your two-year boyfriend. Him being an idol isn't that easy. You only meet once a month, or twice if he's not that busy.
You brushed your hair and tied it on a bun. Looking at the mirror, you still don't know if you're satisfied with your look. You wore white v-neck shirt and ripped jeans topped with long-sleeved knee-level black and blue checkered polo, which is YoungK's. He left it when he had overnight in your house.
Since it's Sunday, you're going to meet him at his dorm. You prepared the cookies you baked and buljajjang you cooked for him and for his band mates before heading to his dorm. You glanced at the mirror one last time and left.
After ten minutes of travel, you reached his dorm. You fixed yourself first before knocking at the door.
"Hey," Sungjin said as he saw you. He let you in and you saw Jae and Junhyeok watching the television. "Long time no see," you said smiling at them. "We missed you noona," Dowoon said helping you with the snacks you're holding. You messed his hair and he just laughed.
You prepared the snacks you cooked for them with Dowoon's help and went to the living room where Jae, Junhyeok and Sungjin are.
"So, you're having your comeback this month oppa?" you asked, putting the snacks on the table. "Yup. Please look forward to it," Jae answered.
"Anyway, thank you for the snacks you brought today. We usually eat instant noodles nowadays, so it's nice we have to eat real food," Sungjin said, laughing. You smiled at him. You looked upstairs, wandering why Younghyun is not here. He usually approaches you first when you arrive. You sighed in disappointment.
"By the way, where's Wonpil?" you asked. Wonpil is as your age so you don't call him oppa. "He's upstairs, he's probably sleeping. He cleaned our dorm yesterday," Junhyeok answered. "If you're finding YoungK, he's at his room," Junhyeok added. You just nodded and looked upstairs again.
Well, you actually came for YoungK. You miss him and you badly want to see him. Finally, you made up your mind. "Just eat here. I'll just see Younghyun oppa," you said. You went to his room, holding a plateful of cookies and a glass of milk. "Knock knock," you said humorously as you entered his room.
Unfortunately, he didn't hear nor notice you.
Crumpled papers were scattered in his room. He's sitting infront of his desk facing his laptop, headphones plugged in. His guitar is placed on his lap and he's holding a pencil.
You sighed. Of course he didn't notice you because he's totally focused on composing.
You placed the plate of cookes and glass of milk on the paper he's writing on. He looked up with annoyance in his face but when he saw it was you, he smiled and put his guitar aside. Maybe he was thinking it was one of his band mates trying to disturb him. He hugged you tightly and kissed the top of your head. "You're here?"
You pulled away from the hug and looked up to him. "Actually, I was here thirty minutes ago," you mocked with disappointment. He cupped your face and leaned he's forehead on yours. "I'm sorry. I forgot."
He let go and sitted again facing his laptop.
"Just give me thirty minutes," he said without looking at you. You let out a faint sigh which you know he wouldn't hear since his earphones are plugged in again.
You removed the polo you're wearing and lied in his bed. You made yourself busy playing games on your phone.
Well, he just needed thirty minutes then you'll have time with each other.
After losing several times on the game and ending up making yourself annoyed, you looked at him. He's attention totally concentrated on composing. You looked at your watch and almost an hour have passed.
You texted him. Helloooooooooooooo. And watched him. He reached for his phone in his pocket and half-smiled. He looked at you and showed his palm trying to say wait. You rolled your eyes and called his phone.
Yes?
"..."
Hellooo?
"..." You stayed silent.
I'm hanging up.
"Hi, I'm your girlfriend's friend and she said that she's getting bored," you said in different voice.
He laughed and stood up. He walk to you and said, Tell her I need thirty more minutes. Promise. Last thirty minutes, pinching her cheeks.
"Promise?"
Promise.
Then he ended the call and kissed your forehead. "Last thirty minutes." You nodded.
He returned to his seat and continued his work. You just watched him, not knowing you already fell asleep.
After an hour, you woke up not finding YoungK beside you. He's still facing he's laptop. You looked at your watch and it's already 8:00 in the evening.
That's when you felt anger, disappointment, hurt, annoyance, unimportantness, you don't know. It was mixed emotion. You don't get mad easily but this is not it. You stood up and got the cookies and milk he didn't even mind of.
"I'm leaving... just saying if you care," you mumbled. He didn't hear you but he know you're mad.
"What's wrong?" he asked, grabbing your arm. You looked at him. "I'm going home," you said. You removed his grip on you and returned the cookies and milk back on his desk.
You walked past him. He tried to hold you but you avoided it.
You bit your lip trying to refrain yourself from crying. You hurriedly made your way downstairs. "I'm going," you said to the boys watching the television. They noticed you're not okay since you talked in shaky voice.
You left the dorm hearing, What happened?, Follow her! from Junhyeok and Jae.
You walked in fast pace so YoungK wouldn't catch you. You waved at a taxi cab but it was occupied. You cursed silently.
You saw YoungK running into you, you tried to run away from him but he was fast. "Let's talk."
You looked down, avoiding his brown eyes, knowing you would cry if you'll come across them.
"What's wrong?" he asked, shaking your shoulders.
What's wrong? Everything. Everything's wrong.
You looked at him. "I only see you once a month. It's okay to me. I love seeing you succesful in your career. I love seeing you sing because that's what makes you happy. I love seeing you make your own song. I love you Younghyun." -you paused- "I know you know your priorities. That's why I never let you pick between me or music. Because it both matter to you, but now I'm doubting I still do matter to you." He looked sad. His eyes look sorry.
I don't know what he's sorry at. Maybe for me, making me feel trivial or maybe making me feel he still loved me even if he doesn't anymore. Fvck. My thoughts didn't help. You talked in your mind.
He was about to talk but you cut him off, "We used to spend hours together. We used to have late night conversations even if you're busy. We used to spend this day with just the two of us. We used to be happy. We used to, Younghyun. I feel unimportant to you now. I feel you falling out of love for me." Tears were streaming down your cheeks. He looked more sorry now. You don't know why and you're even afraid to find out what is the reason.
You turned your back on him wiping your tears. "I'm sorry," he said. Then he's hands wrapped your waist. You noticed he was tying the checkered polo you left in his room on your waist. "I'm sorry," he repeated. You faced him.
"I'm tired. I'm sorry t-" he cut you off, placing his lips into yours, pulling you close to him. You love him. You love his kisses, hugs and how he holds you. But this isn't right. You pulled away and slapped him.
"I'm sorry Younghyun. You can't kiss someone you're not in a relationship with... I'm breaking up with you."
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omo omo omo omo!
this is a looooooong imagine. im just fond of unhappy endings and sad stuffs. im sorry hahaha. and if you're not satisfied with the ending or you want to know youngk's pov or what, i'll make part two of this. JUST COMMENT "PART TWO PLEASE" LOL but im serious! hahaha.
iloveya'll. // park's ♡
-dontgosummer♡