Forever Backing The Losing Horse On Fic Polls

Forever backing the losing horse on fic polls 🥺

Guys I'm full of so much love for them and I don't know what to do with it

For something I started plotting even though I have too many wips to speak of

I never know what to do with the completely unhinged, half-formed thoughts that won't really fit on either of my blogs and don't want to annoy other writers with 😅

on camera, off camera

warnings: hurt/comfort, angst?

The company push Yeonjun into a PR relationship, romantically linking him to an actress. They are required to be seen and "caught" in public, holding hands, making heart eyes at each other... but Yeonjun has you, so he never does anything too intimate, quietly feeling guilty when he wraps his arm around her waist as they walk together.

He's scheduled to attend a movie premiere—her premiere, of course—and as he poses for the cameras, they request his "girlfriend" join him. They play it up, smiling giddily and whispering together, the photographers clamouring increasingly louder over them. It dawns on Yeonjun, what they're demanding, but he can't—won't—so he smiles and waves them off with a shy facade. But the wall of sound grows louder, angry hands waving over the tops of camera lenses, the white of the flashes blinding, and she's looking up at him expectantly too, and he feels so much pressure that the back of his neck has grown moist with sweat.

Before he knows it, he's swooped down, feeling her sticky painted lips against his, and all he feels inside is cold. He doesn't even have the mind to close his eyes, blankly staring at her perfectly made up eyelids, and he feels her hand on his cheek, a detail too similar and familiar to kisses with you. He pulls away, somehow making it seem natural and not panicked, and the crowd cheer him and laugh at the mark of lipstick left as evidence on his mouth. He should've gone into acting, the way he plays his calm and cool, nonchalant self, no hint of his real emotions in the laugh he produces as he wipes at his lips and thanks the people behind the cameras.

Sitting through the movie is hell. He just wants to get home. He knows you'd have been watching, and even if you weren't, the photos and video would have been all over the internet before the film had even started. He hardly takes any of it in, and he knows he won't be able to answer any questions about it or give his impressions in interviews, so when it ends Yeonjun tells his chaperone he's not feeling well, and they let him slip out the side door to the car waiting for him. It's not that far from the truth—he does feel sick.

Yeonjun finds you in your shared bed, wrapped up tight and bawling. He can tell you've been crying for a long time just from the look of your eyes. 'M sorry, he hushes, so so sorry. He kisses the top of your head, your forehead, your wet cheeks, trying so desperately to kiss away the tears and the pain he's caused. He'd do anything. Thinking about he’d feel in your place, he almost can’t catch a breath. How could he have done this? His heart and throat sting seeing you this upset and knowing he’s the reason, knowing he can’t take it back. Promise, promise it won't happen again, I'm sorry.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

I'm not crying... I'm just... crying

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