Voicemails Choi Seungcheol Leaves You While Hes On Tour - Fluff (with A Pinch Of Angst), Established

౨ৎ voicemails choi seungcheol leaves you while he’s on tour - fluff (with a pinch of angst), established relationship, gn!reader (pet names used: baby, darling)

...one: hey darling! we just arrived at the hotel. i called right after we landed but you didn't answer and then jeonghan reminded me that we’re in completely different time zones. i feel like a total idiot for forgetting about it. good thing you didn't answer though, i hope you have the sweetest dreams. anyway, call me in the morning when you wake up. i love you

...two: the bed felt so cold last night. fuck, it’s been only a day and i miss you like crazy already

...three: i think the kids are sick of me. they say i keep talking about you but (laughs) how could i not? how was your day though? what did you do today? did eat something good for dinner?

...four: that photo of you and kkuma you sent me earlier. (pause) it made my whole day. i immediately set it as my wallpaper. (sigh)

...five: i hate cuddling these goddamn pillows, i want you back in my arms baby

...six: oh my god, yesterday was so much fun! mingyu and dino took me out to drink, and we ended up in the shittiest street ever, and like, there were so many people staring at us weirdly. i know we’re good looking, but come on. then mingyu started to get scared, which started to freak dino out too (laugs). and then i started to get scared too. but then we discovered the best bar ever. i can't wait to tell you all about it

...seven: i saw it’s raining back home. i put an umbrella in your bag before i left because you always forget to bring it with you, and make sure to dress well. go over to my place and take some of my hoodies and coats, and i don't want to hear any complaints

...eight: i miss you

...nine: i should’ve brought a bigger suitcase with me, i swear i have so many gifts for you

...ten: i wish you could be here with me. (pause) i love you

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congratulations! | lee jihoon

angst | 1.8k words | warnings: jihoon is a toxic ex (sorry), profanities, hands thrown (could’ve been more tbh), slight bff!kwan x reader

an: happiest birthday my bestie, my wifey, the one and only @bluehoodiewoozi !!!!! yes this was originally written for our tiny xmas exchange but it’s your birthday today saur… here ya go. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

You nervously paced up and down your cramped hallway. Alternating between biting your nails and your lips, you willed your boyfriend Jihoon– no, was he your ex now?– to pick up your calls. Each passing second amplified the anxiety. You felt your heart beat loudly in your chest, almost drowning out the outside world. Dialling his number again, your gaze was fixed on the screen, willing it to light up with his response.

“C’mon, pick up…”

The cryptic text that Jihoon had sent you made no sense at all. You didn’t understand how it all went up in flames in a blink of an eye. When was it that your relationship started to go wrong? Sure, you hadn’t seen him in a while due to scheduling conflicts, but had the two of you drifted so apart to the point he warranted a break? And through text, no less!

His text (“I need some time to myself. Let’s take a break.”) was accompanied by numerous of your own, all left unanswered. It was pathetic, really, how your texts evolved from demanding an explanation to you begging him to stay. Still, you continued to send messages in hopes that he would reply at least one of them eventually, even if your all calls ended up going to voicemail.

The room around you seemed to close in, every sound a distraction. Your mind raced with questions and uncertainties, replaying the moments that had led up to the abrupt breakup. The anticipation was both unbearable and desperate, yearning for some form of reassurance or closure.

Tension only seemed to thicken in the air as you listened in on the phone’s ringing. You could almost feel the weight of unspoken words hanging in the silence. Doubt crept in, and you questioned whether Jihoon would answer, whether he even wanted to hear from you. The vulnerability of the situation makes you second-guess every aspect of the relationship that led to this point.

“The number you have dialled is currently not available. Please try again later.” You sighed as you were directed to voicemail for the nth time.

He didn’t pick up this time either.

-

It had been 5 months since your ex became your ex.

The constant checking of your phone morphed into a ritual, with each unanswered call deepening the ache in your chest. You wonder if Jihoon was purposefully avoiding your calls, adding a layer of rejection to the already painful experience. It wasn’t like you didn’t try reaching out on social media; for someone who rarely used social media, he had already made sure to block you on all possible platforms. The silence on the other end of the line becomes a void, echoing the emotional distance that has suddenly emerged.

The unanswered calls left you grappling with a mix of emotions—fear of the unknown, longing for reconciliation, and the harsh reality that things may never be the same again.

Boo Seungkwan, your ever-loving best friend, had barged into your humble abode after you had holed yourself inside, coming out only for work or to throw the trash. You were grateful to Seungkwan for dragging you out for brunch– you almost missed the way the sun felt on your skin. Brunch was a simple affair, the cafe lulled by the muffled conversations of its patrons. Your best friend hardly minded your subdued temperament; rather, he took the lead for most of the conversation, knowing that you would be more content with just listening in. It didn’t take much for you to fall into Seungkwan’s comfortable companionship, throwing jokes and punches at each other as if you hadn’t been unceremoniously dumped.

That was, until you saw him.

The bell above the cafe door chimed as Lee Jihoon, in all his glory, walked into the very cafe you and Seungkwan sat in, an arm snaked around another girl’s waist.

Time seemed to slow as you registered their presence. They had just entered the cafe when your eyes unintentionally locked for a brief moment. Your heart skipped a beat, a wave of conflicting emotions washing over you. Beside him was a new face, someone unfamiliar yet uncomfortably close.

As they navigated through the tables, you couldn’t help but watch, the air growing heavier with every step they took. From the way they causally held hands, to how Jihoon would bump shoulders with his companion; the casual ease in their conversation hints at a connection that is fresh and unfamiliar, replacing the shared history that once existed between the two of you. It was an unwelcome scene, playing out right in front of you.

The comforting ambience of the cafe suddenly felt oppressive as you grappled with a mix of emotions—surprise, nostalgia, and an uninvited twinge of sadness. Your gaze inadvertently followed them to a nearby table, and you find yourself caught between the desire to look away and the magnetic pull of curiosity.

The speed of your smile dropping as you halted mid-laughter caused Seungwkan to whip towards the reason why.

“Y/n?” you vaguely registered Seungkwan trying to shift your attention away from them. Yet, you couldn’t look away. Jihoon’s laugh beckons you as always, a siren’s call slowly piercing dull daggers through your heart.

Eventually, you pulled your gaze away from him and back to your best friend. His emotions are clearly plastered on his face, and you find yourself mirroring him through the reflection in his eyes: surprise, disbelief, pain, disappointment.

“Its nothing, Kwan.” your whispered, but your attempt at reassuring your friend was anything but convincing.

“The audacity?! The nerve he has to come here, and with a new beau too!” Being the best friend that he was, Seungkwan shifted his seat, attempting to block your view of them. Your gaze softened at your friend’s attempt to make you feel better.

There was just something about the way Jihoon treated the girl so preciously that didn’t sit right with you. How he pulled a chair out for her, smiling shyly when she thanked him. How his eyes never left hers.

How he looked so happy while you were barely picking up the pieces of you that he had brutally smashed and left for dead.

-

“Jihoon.” Before you knew it, your feet brought you over to his table, looming over his side, face void of any emotion. From the corner of your eye, Seungkwan let out a huge sigh at your actions, running his hand through his hair in his seat.

Jihoon looked up in surprise, no doubt that he wasn’t expecting to run into you today.

“Y/n?” His eyes made contact everywhere except with you. He inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes to steel himself before finally looking at you. “Its nice to see you again. How have you been?”

“You asked for a break.”

“Are you here with someone? It’s been a while since we’ve met-”

“You asked for a break,” you breathed, cutting into his words. “Why? Did I do something to wrong you? Or were you just bored of me, looking for a new muse?”

“Y/n,” his eyes were begging you not to call for attention in the cafe. “Let’s not–“

“How have I been?” You scoff. “You’re so unbelievable. Funny you asked, considering how you just up and left me with no explanation.”

You didn’t mean for your words to come out filled with a sudden surge of venom and hostility. 5 months’ worth of pain, confusion and anguish took over you the longer you stared at the man who was once the love of your life. The girl on the other side looked on in confusion, reaching out for your ex’s hand across the table.

“Honey, who is this?” God, how infuriating her naivety was.

“An old acquaintence, darling. An old classmate from uni.”

The warm and gentle smile he gave her, one that used to be directed to you, caused another sudden surge of anger to bubble within you. All you saw was red. You didn’t have time to register your next actions; your hand instinctively reaching for the glass of water on his table and dumping its contents all over him.

Water dripped from his hair and onto his neatly pressed shirt as he leaped to his feet in surprise. Some of the water dripped on to the table, splashing onto the girl as well.

“Y/n what the fuck?! What’s wrong with you, what was that for?!” Its strange, you thought. For all the years you’ve known him, you’ve never heard him this loud before.

The entire cafe fell silent, watching your every move. The sudden tension was thick enough to be suffocating even the baristas, who had paused making drinks to watch the drama unfold before their very eyes.

Jihoon continued to wipe himself down with napkins. He wasn’t looking at you, but the malevolence in his voice was clearly directed towards you.

“Move on, y/n. Can’t you see I’m happier now without you?”

“Why should I have to wish happiness for you, who left me via text?” You couldn’t help but sneer back, bitterness on full display. You both continued your staring match, eyes filled with disdain for the other, until you felt Seungkwan tug on your arm.

“C’mon. He’s not worth.” Your best friend whispered, wanting to remove you from the situation before you exploded even more. He had already gathered your things, your bag slung over his shoulder as he tugged on yours.

You threw him one last look. Of disgust, of broken trust, of betrayal. “Congratulations, you sick son of a bitch.”

Turning on your heel, you stalked out of the cafe, Seungkwan just behind you. Hushed conversations in the cafe spring back to life as you left. Despite your better judgement, you took one last look at your ex. Not that he noticed– his attention was fully occupied by the girl fretting over his now-damp attire.

You successfully made it round the block before collapsing into Seungkwan’s arms. Sobs racked your body as he knelt down beside you, rubbing circles onto your back as your tears drenched his t-shirt, whole body shaking from the ferocity of your cries. He didn’t mind how your fists crumpled his outfit, or how you seemed to cling to him like a lifeline. Directing your head into the crook of his neck, Seungkwan could only whisper words of comfort, smoothening your hair to calm you down.

Your breath tickled his neck as you tried to say something, voice meek and tired and drained. Pulling you away, Seungkwan thumbs away your tears, coaxing you to repeat yourself.

“It’s like nothing happened. Like I didn’t exist.” You sniffle. “Like we didn’t exist.

“How does he expect me to move on, Kwan? He’s smiling like nothing ever happened.”

Seungkwan’s heart ached for you. His strong, independent best friend whose heart was trampled and shattered for no reason, but all he could do was rub your back. His fists balled up in frustration. How he wished for you to be treated better.

How he wished he could show you he could treat you better.

S.COUPS F*CK MY LIFE @ INKIGAYO

VERNON & SEUNGKWAN / 240108

the weight of your body crashing against his is what wakes seungkwan up within seconds, and you're already pressing kisses onto his face. he groans only slightly at the semi-rude awakening (semi because your kisses always sweeten the deal, and he's not going to turn away your affection unless he's sick), and he wraps his arms around you.

you know the words that make his heart flutter. "my boo," you say, giggling as you continue to pepper his face with kisses. "happy birthday."

he wants to remind you that you woke him up at midnight to tell him. but he doesn't, instead pulling you back just enough that he can kiss you properly. "thank you." he can smell breakfast in the other room--what time did you even wake up? he's usually up before you are, but that's also because he has the longer commute to work.

"so," you fall into the space next to him, eternally designated as yours by him. "my boo," you say, teasing a little this time. "what's on the agenda?"

"work?" he pauses. "but..." he reaches up, cupping your face. "my friends wanted to go out to dinner tonight. i could ask if they're okay with you coming along..."

you shake your head. the two of you have always been clear about having time away from one another. "you know that lunch place near your work?"

he already knows what you're about to say. "it's out of the way for you. i don't want you to get in trouble with your boss because--"

again, you shake your head. "i already talked to her. so... lunch date?"

he just leans in and kisses you. "lunch date," he affirms.

for my bestie @bangzchan ♡