Written on 2017.03.11
Drabble
RM x Reader
I was done for the day. A morning of negotiations, an afternoon of meetings, an evening of emails, I was done. I walk to the back rooms to check on my friends who were still working on their tracks.
"Hey guys, I'm going off first. Dont be too late!"
Going back to my desk to grab my bag, I make my way to the exit. As I look up from my phone, I see a familiar figure walking in with some of his production mates. Must be another late night meeting again. Before I could look away, he catches my eye.
In that split second, we acknowledge each others' presence without a word.
It has been more than a year, yet a stroke of fate had our paths crashing again.
It started out with a simple question,
"Are you okay?"
If I had watched where I was going more than a year ago, I wouldn't have knocked into him and sprained my ankle when I fell. He wouldn't have offered to stay with me at the doctor's office that afternoon, whiling the time away with our chatter.
I wouldn't have known him as a person first. I wouldn't have known him as someone who had so much love to give. Someone with so much compassion and passion, so much drive and such strong motivation. He had such strong thoughts, a voice that boomed out because he saw... He saw the world as is, as could be.
I walk out as fast as I could, I had to. The dull ache rises within me, threatening to grow and bleed, like how it did in the very begining
I fell in love. I fell out of love.
My tears threatening to spill over.
"Maybe we should break up. I can't deal with all the scrutiny. It's so suffocating Joon. I can't breathe. I don't want to be out and have people criticize me when they don't even know me. Saying that I don't deserve you, saying that I'm a gold digger, saying I'm a social climber. I love you but I hate that."
As with everything, he saw... he saw that I wasn't happy. He saw that he wasn't enough for me. That just his love alone wasn't enough.
It ended with a simple question
"Are you okay?"
"I will be..."
He let me go. And I left.
Leaving Seoul, going back home, I thought we would never cross paths again. Almost a year after I left, he appeared in my life unexpectedly. Coming to my company for work.
We pretended to not know each other, though everytime we make eye contact, we knew better.
We saw the hurt, the anger, the loneliness. It was so unbearable, that numbing pain that threatens to bubble over everytime I see him.
Walking out of the office towards the elevators, I feel a warm hand grabbing my wrist, pulling me back to face him.
There were no words needed to know how we both felt...