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I’M YOURS | JAKE SIM

pairing: ex!jake x afab!reader, friend! sunghoon x afab!reader

summary: despite your best friend and sunghoon’s attempts to get to you move on from your ex-boyfriend, you just simply cannot get over jake—and he can’t either.

word count: 6.1k

genre: friends to undefined. exes to ambiguous. college setting.

warnings (18+): smut (absolute filth.) fluff (if you use a microscope lmfao). alcohol. mentions of breakups. (slightly) possesive jake. kissing. grinding. nipple play (f. recieving). fingering (f. recieving.). unprotected sex. slightly rough sex. doggie. slight hair pulling. multiple orgasms. both reader and jake are stubborn as hell. (let me know if there’s anything missing!)

A/N: inspired by the request posts from @rivaillescum and @teddursa — I got wayyy to carried away lol but first long fic post!

“What about him?” Aeri yells over the music, your eyes following her pointed finger towards a man leaning against the wall with his eyes glued to the phone in his hand.

“Park Wonbin from art history?” You turn to the girl with an eyebrow raised, “Park Wonbin, who’s had a girlfriend since last fall?”

Aeri's shoulders sink, “I should’ve known someone who looked like that wasn’t single.” You laugh at her bummed out expression, sipping the drink in your hands as you subtly dance to the music playing.

“Now him?” She nods towards the direction of another man, expressively dancing in the large crowd, “I cannot have a one night stand with a wannabe tiktoker Ae.”

“Why are you so difficult?” She groans, resting her head against the wall.

“Just give up already.”

“I can’t,” she whines, “I brought you out tonight so you could have fun, and get over Jake.”

You almost choke on your drink, “What? It's been like…two weeks since we broke up.”

“Exactly.” She retorts. “That’s why I shouldn't catch you staring at his contact all the damn time.” Your mouth falls open, “That was just one time!”

Aeri raises her eyebrows and you fall silent, already foreseeing your defeat in this little argument.

“Look,” Aeri says, her voice softening, “what matters is that this time you’re really done with him.” Her words were gentle, but the weight of them hit you harder than you expected. Aeri meant well, but the truth was embarrassing.

It had been two weeks since you broke up with Jake—for the third time in four months. Yes, third.

And no, you didn’t know why you kept going back either. Maybe dating a frat boy who happened to be a soccer star wasn’t your brightest idea.

Looking back, it seemed like you'd signed up for trouble with a side of emotional whiplash and good sex.

At first, Jake had been amazing.

Sophomore year started like a rom-com: he treated you like royalty, planned cute dates, stayed up all night with you in the library (even though he wasn’t the one with exams), and Jake just couldn’t get enough of you. The first six months were straight out of your dreams.

Your friends were gagging at how cute you were, even painting your face with his team colours to cheer him on with your friends from the bleachers like the supportive girlfriend you were—waiting for him to sweep you off your feet with a kiss whenever he won a game.

Then, everything changed after the final soccer game for the College Cup. Jake’s hero moment brought home the trophy, and suddenly, soccer was his whole life. You were still proud of him, of course, but things quickly started to feel…off.

Calls became shorter, dates were postponed, and before you knew it, you were practically his motivational speaker, squeezed in between practice sessions and interviews.

By the end, it felt like you were on his schedule, like a convenience more than a priority. He only called when he needed something—and that was obviously whenever he was horny and wanted to fuck what ever stress he had out of him.

You finally confronted him about it, hoping he’d realize that he was treating you like a fuck buddy more than his girlfriend—but instead, Jake argued, claiming he was too “busy” for “all that other dating stuff.”

That was your tipping point.

So, you broke up. And just when you thought you were free and ready to move on, summer ends and Jake reappears like some kind of relationship boomerang.

He apologized, said all the right things, told you how much he missed you—and boom. Hours later, you’re back in his bed, wondering how it all happened.

The cycle was maddening. Each time he’d win you over with apologies and promises, things would feel perfect again, and then…well, you knew how it went.

“This time, it’s really over,” you declare over the pounding music, convincing yourself more than anyone else.

The last breakup was the worst yet. You argued for hours, screaming about relationships and priorities, and it finally hit you: Jake didn’t really deserve your time.

So why was it so hard to let him go?

You brushed away the ache in your heart as your argument came to mind, downing what was left of your drink to somehow dull the pain and take solace in the alcohol settling into your system.

“You just need a rebound.” Aeri says over the music, “I promise you, a good one night stand might just give you a fresh start and get you out of Jake's chokehold.”

“So is that why you dragged me to a party being hosted by his frat house?” You inquired with amusement. “Oh come on! Not every guy here belongs to the frat.”

You mull over her ‘rebound’ statement, eyes surveying the crowd as your nails made dents into the empty can. “Speaking of...” Aeri trails off and you follow the direction of her gaze to another one of your university's well known juniors and soccer players, Park Sunghoon.

Your eyes landed on his, staring at you from across the room with a gaze that made your cheeks warm. Sunghoon was one of the other popular boys in the year. He was sweet, funny, playful and damn that smile— you understood why girls fell at his feet.

You and Sunghoon had a few interactions before. You volunteered as a first aid for their soccer games on a few occasions, and he consistently took the chance to talk to you whenever you were present or needed his supposedly real injuries examined.

“He's been watching you for quite a while now.” She adds, playfully bumping her shoulder against yours. You divert your attention from him and look back at your best friend who was sporting a cheeky grin.

“The goalkeeper, Ae? That’s such a low blow.”

The girl besides you shrugs, moving her body to the beat of the music, “So…? He clearly likes you and I’m one hundred percent sure he’d treat you better than he ever did.”

You’re about to open your mouth to say something when she cuts you off. “Oh! I think I have to go to the…bathroom! I’ll see you later (Y/N).” She says, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek before rushing away from your side.

Your eyebrows meet in confusion as she dashes away from you, mouth agape at her sudden and abrupt departure—even running the opposite way.

But before your mind can conjure up any reasons, you hear your name being called in the loud crowd, turning to see Sunghoon making his way to you.

Oh. I see what you did there Aeri.

"Hey, angel," Sunghoon’s voice is low, with that unmistakable charm as he saunters up to you, eyes locked on yours.

"Sunghoon," you breathe, smiling as he closes the distance, his arms opening for you. His gaze flickers over your face, lingering just long enough to send a shiver down your spine.

"Knew I’d recognize that pretty face anywhere," he murmurs as his arms slip around your waist, pulling you close.

For a moment, you let yourself sink into him—his scent wrapping around you, the firm warmth of his hands pressing against your lower back. It’s like everything around you fades except the feel of his body, the way your heart picks up in rhythm with his.

“How’ve you been?” you ask softly, voice catching just a bit as he pulls away, though his hands stay where they are, fingers resting casually on your hips.

“Any ‘injuries’ since I’ve been gone?” You tease, and the sound of his laugh sends a thrill through you.

“You noticed, huh?” Sunghoon’s voice drops a notch lower, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles just above your hip.

You smirk, raising an eyebrow. "How many times were you going to fake a knee injury in one game?”

“As many times as it took to get you close.” His hand lifts, brushing a few strands of hair from your face, his fingertips grazing your skin just enough to make you bite your lip.

“It’s kinda hard to keep my eyes on you when I'm supposed to be, y’know…playing.” His lips curl into a slow smirk, eyes burning into yours.

“Well,” you whisper, feeling the heat rise between you, “you’ve got me all to yourself now.”

Sunghoon’s gaze drops to your lips, making your pulse race. The air thickens, and the corner of his mouth lifts. “Yeah?” His voice is pure temptation, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. “Do I get to kiss you too?”

You don’t even have to think about it. You nod, lips parting slightly, eyes dipping to his mouth. His smirk deepens as he closes the distance, and your breath catches, waiting for the touch you've been craving.

Sunghoon wasted no time kissing you, softly crashing his lips against yours in a way that made you hum in content.

You could taste the remnants of his drink as he kissed you slowly and softly, meticulously exploring your mouth with his tongue as his hands stayed glued to your hips, rubbing your sides through the silk fabric of your minidress.

Your hand drifted to his, guiding it down to cup your ass which made him groan into your mouth. Sunghoon broke away from the kiss, softly biting your bottom lip as he pulled away with a smirk.

He leans closer to the shell of your ear as he whispers, “Do you want to take this upstairs?” The feeling of his hand caressing your ass makes you sigh, already feeling the fabric of your underwear sticking to you.

But before you could even respond, your eyes landed on someone who had suddenly materialised across the room, heart dropping to your stomach and your breath catching in your throat.

Jake.

His clenched jaw made you conclude that his eyes were seemingly already on you for what must’ve been like a while now, searing holes through you and Sunghoon from afar.

Your ears grew warm, gently pushing the tall man off you with a strained exhale. “Is everything alright? Did I do anything wrong?” Sunghoon asked as he scanned you worryingly.

“Of course not!” You immediately protest, “I just…” you trailed off as your eyes darted to the man who was still staring at you before they landed back on Sunghoon’s concerned ones.

“I don’t think I’m feeling well.”

It wasn’t a lie. You felt like you were gonna throw up with all the bile that was rising in your throat.

Why did he have to appear right now?

You could feel yourself slowly sobering up as you glanced at Jake once again, warm brown eyes staring you down in a way that made your breathing stutter.

“I think I need to go to the bathroom.” You mutter as you look away, swallowing the unwelcomed lump in your throat.

“Oh…the line to the bathroom looks pretty bad right now, you could use ours upstairs?”

“Really?”

“Yeah! Sure!” He nods with a smile, “do you want me to go with you?”

You shake your head, “It's okay, I’ll…I’ll be back” You smile weakly, pressing a quick kiss on Sunghoon’s lips before you slip away from his hold.

You couldn’t even bother to reply to his distant “call me if you need me” as you travelled through the sea of bodies, trying to find your way to stairs as your heart hammered out of your chest.

Shit.

Nothing could’ve prepared you to actually see Jake, even if you half-heartedly expected it. The frat house was so large, you had concluded that you probably wouldn’t have to see him.

Some part of you—regrettably and painfully so, already concluded that he was probably somewhere, rutting into some girl that threw herself at him, celebrating the freedom of being single or something.

You stormed up the stairs, making a beeline for the bathroom, relieved to find that it was empty as Sunghoon had mentioned, and as soon as the door closed behind you, you let out a weary sigh, muttering a curse under your breath.

Now you were mad at yourself. Why did you push Sunghoon away?

You could’ve let the junior lead you upstairs all while Sunghoon watched, knowing he knew exactly what you’d be up to–but you pushed him off. You could already imagine Jake’s joy when you walked away, leaving Sunghoon alone in the crowd.

Well done (Y/N).

Well-fucking-done. You thought to yourself as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, but your little self berating session was interrupted by the suddenly louder and crispier sound of music emitting into the bathroom, eyes travelling to the opened door.

When Jake comes into view, you roll your eyes and sigh inwardly. “What the hell do you want, Jake?” Is all you say, instantly plagued by irritation.

It was hard to admit, but he did look good tonight. All traces of his once blonde tinged hair were drowned out by the colour of jet black and it suited him so well.

He was dressed in a black dress shirt, chain around his neck and pair of loose fitting jeans that hung around his hips—a simple outfit that still looked undeniably great on him.

“I just came to check on you,” he shoves his hands in his back pockets as he nods his head to the door, “you didn’t look so well out there.”

“I’m fine.” You say, turning away, “can you get fuck out now?”

“Woah, just hang on a sec,” Jake sighs, “I haven’t seen you in ages, princess.”

Princess.

“I’m not your princess anymore Jake,” you deadpanned. “We broke up, remember? For good this time.” You added, emphasising the finality of it.

You wanted to make it clear that there was no going back, that this time Jake couldn't make you cave or entice you to return.

You were ready for something–someone– new, and you were pretty sure he was still waiting for you downstairs.

This was the perfect time to leave before you’d probably do anything you’d regret, especially when you noticed Jake’s lingering gaze on your minidress.

You cleared your throat, rolling your eyes as you tried to slip past Jake, but he blocked your way, his hand grabbing your wrist. His grip wasn’t forceful, but it was enough to halt you. “So, you’re really going back to him?” His words were sharp, a hint of desperation creeping in.

You rolled your eyes dramatically. “That’s none of your business.” Yanking your hand free, you spun on your heel, making for the door without so much as a second glance.

“(Y/N), baby, wait.” He followed closely, reaching out again, but you dodged him with a huff, crossing your arms tighter around yourself.

“Jake, seriously, just leave me alone.”

“Baby—” He finally managed to catch your arm, stopping you in your tracks. You groaned, throwing your head back with exaggerated frustration. “What now, Jake?”

He tried to meet your eyes, but you refused, stubbornly staring at anything that wasn’t his face. His hand cupped your chin, gently turning your face to his. “Can we please talk? Please?” Jake’s voice was soft, almost pleading, and that stupid thumb of his traced along your jaw, sending a wave of heat through you that you definitely did not want to feel right now.

“Fine. Whatever,” you muttered, not quite looking at him but letting him lead you into his room.

As the door closed behind you, muffling the noise of the party downstairs, your gaze drifted around the room, filled with memories you weren’t ready to be reminded of yet.

But Jake didn’t give you the chance to settle into those thoughts. “Sunghoon?” he asked, his voice dripping with disbelief as he turned to you. His expression darkened instantly. “Seriously? Sunghoon?”

You snorted, shrugging carelessly. “Yeah, so what? He’s hot.”

Jake’s jaw clenched so hard you could practically hear his teeth grinding together. “So, what—you’re actually gonna sleep with him?” He sounded like he couldn’t decide if he was hurt or furious.

You folded your arms, lifting your chin defiantly. “Maybe. What’s it to you?”

“What’s it to me?” He stepped closer, and this time, you didn’t flinch. You wanted him to be mad. You liked him like this, all riled up and focused on you.

“You’re gonna fuck the one guy you told me not to worry about? The guy who’s been after you since the day we got together? My friend and my teammate?”

His eyes narrowed at you and you shrugged again, feigning indifference even though your heart was beating way too fast. “We’re not together anymore, Jake. I can sleep with whoever I want.”

Jake’s eyes flashed with something you couldn’t quite read—anger, hurt, jealousy, all rolled into one.

“Wow. You really don’t care, do you?” His voice had gone quiet now, the kind of quiet that made you feel something twist in your stomach.

You opened your mouth to snap back, but the words didn’t come out as easily as you wanted them to. “I don’t…I mean, I told you, I’m not your girlfriend. You don’t get to—

“I don’t get to?” He cut you off, his laugh bitter as he ran his hand through his hair, pacing in front of you. “You’ve really moved on, huh? That easy?”

You swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. This wasn’t how you wanted this to go. But before you could say anything, he stepped closer again, backing you up until your legs hit the bed.

“You still feel something, (Y/N),” he said, his voice low, and the way his eyes bore into yours made it impossible to deny, even if you wanted to. “You’re still mine. You know it.”

Your heart was racing now, his closeness making it hard to breathe. But you weren’t about to let him win that easily. “I’m not yours, Jake. Not anymore.” Your voice wavered, just slightly, but you held your ground.

His hand reached out, fingertips brushing your arm, the touch so light it made your skin tingle. “Say it again,” he murmured, leaning closer. “Tell me you don’t care.”

You swallowed, hating how your resolve was crumbling under his touch. “I—I don’t care,” you repeated, but the words sounded less convincing now, and you both knew it.

“I’m done with you, Jake.” Your voice came out sharper, laced with defiance, but the flicker of doubt behind it didn’t go unnoticed by your ex boyfriend.

“Are you sure?” Jake’s words were smooth, almost teasing, as he leaned in closer, fingers drifting over to the slope of your neck. He saw the way your eyes betrayed you, flickering to his lips for a brief second, and his smirk grew. “Because you don’t look over me.”

You rolled your eyes, even though your pulse quickened. “Has anyone ever told you how insufferable you are?” The bitterness in your laugh didn’t mask the heat that rose to your cheeks.

“Maybe. But it doesn’t make it any less true,” he said, his voice infuriatingly smug. “I saw you staring at me out there, (Y/N). You couldn’t keep your eyes off me, even with him standing right there.”

“You’re delusional,” you shot back, but the words didn’t have the bite you wanted them to. There was an edge of frustration—at him, at yourself—that you couldn’t shake. “I wasn’t staring at you.”

Jake chuckled softly, stepping in just enough that you could feel his breath against your skin. “Sure, baby. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“You are such an asshole,” you hissed, trying to inject some venom into the words, but it came out more exasperated than you intended.

Jake tilted his head, his gaze softening in that maddening way, like he knew exactly how to unravel you. “Come on (Y/N), don’t be like that. You know you miss me.”

You clenched your jaw, trying to ignore the flutter in your stomach, the warmth creeping into your chest. “I don’t miss anything about you.”

“Really?” he whispered, his hand finding its way to your face, his thumb brushing your cheek as his touch sent sparks through your skin. “Because I miss you. I’ve been thinking about you all week.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you could feel the traitorous warmth spreading through your veins.

His eyes—those stupid, beautiful brown eyes—were staring right into yours, and you hated that they still had that effect on you. But you weren’t about to give in. Not this time.

“I bet you have,” you muttered, rolling your eyes, though the sarcasm lacked its usual punch. “Probably because you miss having someone at your beck and call.”

Jake’s smirk flattered, but his gaze didn’t waver. “That’s not it, and you know it.” His voice was lower now, more intimate, tracing his thumb along your jaw. “I miss you.”

Your chest tightened and you hated how easily he got to you, how your demeanor crumbled the second he looked at you like that.

“I’ve moved on,” you said, but your voice was weak, barely above a whisper.

“Have you?” He breathed, leaning in so close you could feel the heat of his bated breath against your lips, “because right now, you don’t look like someone who’s moved on.”

You should’ve pushed him away, told him off like you promised Aeri you would. But instead, a warm feeling fluttered in the pit of your stomach as his lips hovered just out of reach.

Jake’s fingers traced the line of your jaw, then down the side of your neck, sending electric shivers through your body as he leaned in even closer. The air between you was thick with tension, your breath shaky as you struggled to maintain control, slowly failing your resistance to give in to the desire that threatened to pull you under.

Jake’s lips brushed against yours before crashing against them in a heated, desperate kiss, his hand falling waist with tightening grip as if he was afraid to let go.

You kissed him back fiercely, your hands gripping his shirt as if to anchor yourself to the moment, all the anger, frustration, and unresolved feelings pouring into the kiss.

His soft plump lips moved unrelenting and hungrily against yours, his hands moving to cup your cheeks, fingers resting on your jaw as he deepened the kiss.

You tried to stay balanced as so many feelings crashed over you in equal measures, desperately leaning up into the kiss as you tried to match his fervour.

Oh, how you missed it.

His lips, his touch.

It all felt like a drug, a drug you disappointingly couldn't get enough of.

You fell into the bed softly, letting Jake hover over you without breaking the kisses, “I missed you.” he whispers, before kissing you again.

For a split second, you pulled back, breathless, your chest rising and falling as you looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “You’re still an asshole,” you muttered, though there was no bite left in your voice now.

Jake’s lips curved into a smirk as he leaned in again, capturing your lips in another kiss, this one slower, softer. “Yeah, but you’re still kissing me,” he whispered against your lips.

Jake’s lips continued to moved against yours and you could barely breathe from the tightness in your chest, tangling your fingers into his soft hair as you drew him closer.

He pulled away and you barely had a second to think before his lips were on your neck, head falling to the side as soft sloppy kisses were pressed onto your skin, eliciting a soft moan from you.

You could feel Jake smirk against your neck, sucking marks into your skin that you were sure he wanted to show.

Your eyes flutter shut as his hands slowly ease down your body, his touch firmer than last time, lips lingering on the slope of your neck and fingers sliding under your dress.

Jake’s warm palm slid up the inside of your thighs and a wave of anticipation and desire coursed through you, a sound escaping your throat only to be muffled by his lips.

He pulled away and latched his lips to your collarbone, sucking and littering the skin with hues of purple as his fingers traced along your underwear making you arch your back reflectively.

"I’ve missed this." Jake whispers, hooking his finger around the waistband of your underwear, pressing a trail of sloppy kisses down the valley of your breasts as he slowly pulls your underwear off.

A shaky sigh fell past your lips at the feeling of the cool air hitting your cunt, and you couldn’t help but cry at the feeling of Jake’s fingers running up your glistening folds.

“Well…I…haven’t.” You breathe out stubbornly as his other hand pushes your straps over your arms, fingers brushing the cup of your dress away and running over your naked breasts.

The feeling of his cold rings grazing over your nipples makes you clench around nothing, half lidded eyes staring back at his lustful ones.

“Hmm. Really?” He asks, looking down between your legs, raising his eyebrow as he looked up.

“That was probably…” You begin, slowly losing your train of thought at the feeling of his hand caressing your breasts. “Shit—that was probably Sunghoon” You only manage to say in between swallowed moans.

“Come again?”

Your cheeky smile was quickly wiped off, as his fingers traced up and down your folds, biting your lip with a whine as he circled your wet entrance.

A soft breathy moan leaves your lips, hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as his fingers slid into you with ease, leaning into his touch. “Jake, shit—” Your voice cuts off, mouth falling agape as he slowly drags his fingers in and out of you.

“That’s what I thought.”

Prick.

Jake’s plump lips latch onto your erect nipple, tongue swirling and sucking on the sensitive bud and your head falls back into the pillow biting your lip as your hands weave into Jake’s soft hair.

Jake groaned around your sensitive bud, making your whole body twitch at the vibration. His tongue moved to your other one, giving it the same treatment and you couldn't stop yourself from grinding against him, needing more.

His tongue and fingers were doing wonders on you, trying to silence the sounds falling from your lips. You resisted your moans by biting your lip to avoid giving him that satisfaction—which he obviously hated.

Jake could still tell that you were falling apart, ruining the fabric of his shirt and grinding into his fingers breathlessly, but that wasn't enough, he wanted to hear you.

“So we’re playing it that way, huh?” He pulled away, chest heaving against yours as you grabbed his arm, fingers continuing to pump into you, throwing head back with a breathy, almost silent moan before looking back at him.

“What way?” You rasped, feigning innocence, watching your ex-boyfriend chuckle to himself.

“Okay.”

And before you could get lost in the feeling of his fingers any longer, he slips out of your cunt, whining at the loss of his touch.

You were barely given time to protest or process anything before he swiftly flipped you over, face meeting the soft pillows that adorned his bed with a surprised gasp.

You could feel your heart thrum against your chest, face growing warm at the compromising position Jake just put you in.

You turned around, glancing at Jake's lips wrapped around his fingers, sucking your arousal clean off with a delighted hum.

He eyes darted over to yours, and you tore your eyes away, that dull ache returning to your thighs from the sight.

“M’gonna fuck you so good,” Jake's eyes trailed over your backside, “you’ll scream my name.” He groaned, kneading the soft flesh of your ass as your breath stuttered.

Jake quickly got rid of his clothes and you hated the way your heart skipped a beat in anticipation.

“Are you sure about that?” You challenge, almost yelping when he suddenly grabs your hips flush to his own.

He leaned over to you, brushing your hair away from your face as he pressed a soft kiss on the side of your temple.

“You and that damn attitude.” Jake clicked his tongue as he ran his cock along your folds, soft whimpers leaving your lips as he slowly pushed himself into you.

Jake watched as he eased himself in, moaning at the way your warmth and wetness sucked him in like a vacuum.

The stretch felt so good, so undeniably good and you hated the way your walls instantly fluttered around him, soft pathetic sounds falling out of your lips as he began to move, grabbing the sheets beneath with your swallowed cries.

You clamp your hand over your mouth and Jake glares, shaking his head with an affronted expression as he grabs that wrist, pinning it behind your back as he continues to work himself in and out of you.

“Shit.” You gasp, letting a few whimpers slip past your lips, cheek flushed against the soft pillows, a few moans escaping your throat at the feeling of him brushing over in a way that made your vision cloudy before closing your mouth.

"You're taking me soooo well, baby.” Jake’s brows drew together with a moan, snapping his hips to yours as you clenched around him.

"Fuck, you missed this didn't you?" He hissed, watching you writhe in pleasure.

You were a mess beneath him, tears pricking your eyes at the way he relentlessly pounded into you.

You let out a loud gasp when Jake reached under to play with your clit, pressing his finger into it, "Jake." You whispered with a whimper, fisting the sheets, still stubbornly refusing to make any sound—which Jake only took as a challenge.

Your heart couldn't help but swell with guilt when Sunghoon came to mind, still awaiting your return.

Or maybe he wasn’t. Maybe after a few minutes had passed, he went over to check on you, only to hear your moans emitting from the crevices of Jake's door before walking away.

Jake really did have a chokehold on you.

The man pulled out with a curse, and you cried at the sudden loss. You were about to turn around to protest when Jake gripped the base of his cock, lining up with your puffy entrance again.

With no warning, Jake plunged his dick into your tight heat, the sound of skin slapping against each other and a scream leaving your lips as the man fucked you relentlessly.

“That's it, princess, let me hear those beautiful moans.”

“Oh, fuck.” You moaned, gasping and writhing, arching your back and pushing yourself against his cock, begging for more.

“You're so fucking good around me- fucking made for me.” Jake groans, low moans tumbling from his lips.

"You're mine aren't you?"

Of course, you wanted to scream no—you wanted to deny his claim, but his name spilled out of your lips, again and again, begging him not to stop.

"Say you're mine." He hissed, pounding his cock into you. Your heart raced, and you were certain that he could feel it as the pleasure continuously washed over you.

"Say it."

“Jake oh my—” you’re cut off by your own moan the moment he hit your sweet spot, your face hot as you let out lewd sounds into the pillows with no control of your own, throat strained already.

"Fuck—Yes! I'm yours." You screamed, tears spilling out of your eyes as he worked his hand around your clit.

“I’m yours.” You moaned, clawing at the sheets. He continued to rub his finger over your swollen bud, his other hand reaching over to gently grab a fistful of your hair bringing you flush to his chest.

You could feel your legs begin to tremble as profound pleasure coursed through you, hands flailing around to grip on his shoulder as you continuously surged forward from Jake’s thrusts.

“That’s right, baby.” He rasped, almost bordering whimpers as he continued to pump in you, thick velvety walls hugging him so tightly, slipping in and out of you with such ease.

Your whimpers and screams echoed through the room, legs threatening to give out from just how good he felt, dizzying and intense pleasure washing over you everytime he thrusted into you.

You were too fucked out to be self conscious about your loud moans, or concerned that maybe people could somehow hear Jake fucking your brains out over the loud music.

If you weren’t so clouded and already fucked out, you would’ve guessed that Jake probably loved how loud you were.

It felt like he was telling the whole house that you were still his no matter what—especially Park Sunghoon.

Jake would notice the goalkeeper staring at you from across the field, cozying up to you as if he wasn’t just a few metres away from you— the nerve.

Like what the fuck happened to bro code?

“Do you think he can make you feel this way baby?” he asks and your mouth falls agape, brain foggy. You shook your head with a whimper.

You were so out of focus, his dick so good and stupefying that you couldn't even speak.

Jake revelled in the moans of his name tumbling past your lips. The thought of another guy’s name leaving those pretty lips drove him crazy, you were his, he had no idea what was going in Sunghoon’s mind to think that he could actually be with you.

He could feel you tightening around him and he knew you were close, thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release.

"Say my name." He hissed, "tell me who makes you feel this good."

"Jake-"

“I can’t hear you princess.” He groaned.

"Jake!" You sobbed, gasping and squirming as the pleasure became too much.

"That’s it, come for me, baby." He cooed, wrapping an arm around your neck and squeezing it gently.

The pressure on your throat, and the way his fingers played with your clit were enough to make you scream out his name, the coil in your stomach finally snapping, walls clamping around him and milking him for all he's worth as your legs shook, vision blackening, and eyes squeezing shut.

You moan his name, the only thing running through your mind and leaving your lips as he places you back into the bed, holding your hips.

"That’s right." Jake groaned, still slamming his hips into you. "Who does your pussy belong to?"

“Fuck,” you cried out, feeling another orgasm creep in, "it belongs to you, only you." You mewled as your walls tightened, shattering pleasure rippling through you once again, as his thrusts finally slowed.

“Such a pretty sight for me.” He moaned with a final thrust, shooting his seed into you as he rode out your highs.

Jake continued to empty his load into you, softly whimpering at the sudden warmth coating your walls until he finally pulled out of you.

Your head fell into pillows, the aftershocks of your orgasms still rippling through you as you tried to catch your breath.

"(Y/N)," He said softly, and you could feel his hands rest on the slope of neck and you slowly turned to look at him.

Jake gently wiped away your stray tears, his eyes looking for some sort of affirmation that what he did was okay, that he hadn't gone too far, that he didn't hurt you.

"You okay?"

You nodded with a dazed laugh, “Yeah, I’m fine.” You rasped, as he enveloped your lips in a sloppy and gentle kiss.

Jake wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the marks on your neck that he left a while ago.

“Stay over.” He whispers against your skin and your shoulders fall with a sigh, hands brushing his slightly damp hair away from his face, “I don’t know Jake…”

“Just for tonight.”

“Please.” He begs, in a softer tone. You looked at him— at his pretty face, his pink plump lips and his slightly messy hair, breathing in the mellow undertones of sweet vanilla in the perfume he was wearing tonight.

“Jake.” You whisper again, as you watch his hands caress your shoulders. You look up at him, ready to turn him down but you don’t say anything.

“We don’t have to do anything…I just want to be with you.”

Those words.

It’s like you could see your past self rolling her eyes, “not again.”

“Okay.”

You let him pull you back to his chest, let him wrap his arms around you as you fell asleep, lulled by the rise and fall of his chest and the sound of his beating heart.

Jake watched you fall asleep in his arms, and the sight alone made him forget about the world outside, and the ache that was still in his chest.

It was just for tonight.

Just for tonight.

DIGITAL TRIANGLE .。・*+.*.。

PAIRINGS: model!sunghoon x actress!yn x singer!jake

WARNINGS: mention of yn skipping meals

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𝓼im𝓳ake 𝓭𝓪𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓼

where sim jaeyun and akabori yn are in a long term relationship.

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the sound of heartbreak.

pairings: lee heeseung! x female!reader

warnings: angst, mutual breakup.

wc: 543

lowercase intended.

the room was quiet, too quiet to their dismay. as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. yn sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her pajamas, eyes fixed on the floor. heeseung stood across from her, leaning against the door to the their shared bathroom, his arms crossed, the weight of what was said pressing heavily between them.

"It’s not working anymore, is it?" yn’s voice finally broke the silence, fragile and trembling. she didn’t dare look up at him, afraid of the confirmation in his eyes.

heeseung closed his eyes, letting out a slow, shaky breath. "i wish it was, yn. I really do.

his words hung in the air like a final nail in the coffin, and yn felt her heart shatter into pieces even tho she anticipated this coming, she wasn’t sure she could ever put herself back together.

she had known this moment was coming, yes. but that didn’t make it any easier. the love they had once shared, so bright and full of promises, had slowly dimmed into something unrecognizable, and it hurt more than they ever imagined it would.

"maybe it was when we stopped trying to understand each other. when we started letting everything else come between us." he said barely above a whisper.

"I miss you, yn" he confessed, tears welling up in her eyes. "I miss what we used to be."

"I miss us too," yn admitted, her voice thick with emotion. "but I think… maybe we’ve outgrown each other. and that’s the hardest part."

heeseung nodded, the tears now spilling over, tracing silent paths down both their cheeks. "so, this is it then? we’re really over?" she asked, finally looking at him.

heeseung pushed himself off the door and crossed the room, kneeling in front of her. he gently took her hands in his, his touch still so familiar yet tinged with the finality of their goodbye.

"if you think it’s what’s best for both of us," he said softly, his thumbs brushing over her knuckles. "you deserve to be happy, even if it’s not together."

the words hurt, cutting deep, but yn knew he was right. They had fought so hard to hold onto something that was slipping through their fingers, but in the end, love alone wasn’t enough to keep them together.

"i’ll always care about you, heeseung," yn whispered, her voice breaking. "but i think it’s time we let each other go."

Heeseung nodded, eyes overflowing with tears "i’ll always care about you too, yn. more than you’ll ever know."

they sat there for a moment, holding onto each other one last time before they stood up, the distance between them suddenly feeling infinite. With a final, lingering look, heeseung walked to the door, pausing as if he wanted to say something more but couldn’t find the words. then he opened the door and stepped out, leaving yn standing alone in the empty room with nothing but memories of them together.

as the door closed behind heeseung, yn sank to the floor, the weight of their lost love crashing down on her. the sobs she had been holding back finally broke free, filling the room with the sound of her heartbreak.

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Blurred Lines. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

now playing: Cool by Gwen Stefani.

where : yizhuo yn and park sunghoon were not only a couple, but the bestest of friends, an inseparable pair; both deeply in love with each other. a love as intense as their personalities. despite their deep connection, they were young and ambitious, and the pressures of life pulled them apart. the couple mutually decided to break up, hoping to carve out their futures separately. ¿what happens when they inevitably end up in the same friend group again? ¿will they fight for the once strong bond or will they continue their lives separately?

genre: smau, exe’s to lovers trope.

featuring: enhypen hyung line, aespa, and other idols to be announced.

warnings: low case intended, written chapters, short smau, sex jokes, sexual innuendos, angst, crack, language, kys/kms jokes, possessiveness, jealousy, lack of communication, more to be added.

pairing: student! sunghoon x student! female reader.

Status: Ongoing.

Profiles: dencil’s royalty.

Chapters:

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁01 ( 📲 ) not a single soul

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁02 ( 🖊️ ) expected but unexpected

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁03 ( 🖊️ ) another drink

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁04 ( 🖊️ ) her

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁05 ( 🖊️ ) the next monday

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁06 ( 🖊️ ) unexpected text

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁07 ( 🖊️ ) the first talk

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Blurred Lines. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

where : yizhuo yn and park sunghoon were not only a couple, but the bestest of friends, an inseparable pair; both deeply in love with each other. a love as intense as their personalities. despite their deep connection, they were young and ambitious, and the pressures of life pulled them apart. the couple mutually decided to break up, hoping to carve out their futures separately. ¿what happens when they inevitably end up in the same friend group again? ¿will they fight for the once strong bond or will they continue their lives separately?

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Profiles:

22, Yizhuo Yn, a Chinese exchange student. strong and challenging personality, what the young people consider as a black cat. Yizhuo is also known for her grumpy, no-nonsense attitude. She's often seen as aloof and reserved, preferring to keep her emotions to herself. despite her seemingly cold exterior, she has a fiercely loyal and protective nature when it comes to those she cares about. she has a sharp tongue and is quick to respond with a witty remark or a sarcastic comment. Her sense of humor is dry, and she often uses it as a defense mechanism to keep people at arm's lengths.

22, jimin, karina is deeply caring and protective of her loved ones. very overprotective when it comes to yn

21, minjeong aka winter is considered the bubbly person, not A bubbly person, but THE bubbly person.

22, giselle. yn’s bestfriend and the only person who knows the reasoning behind yn’s decision and most of sunghoon’s.

21, Sim Jake a Physics major who just happens to have a tiny crush on giselle.

21, Park Jonseong, yn’s favorite person aside from aeri.

23, Heeseung used to have a crush on yn, but now he just sees her as a little sister. yn’s no. 1 protector

21, Sunghoon and the leading role of the smau. used to be a figure skater along with jay. has been keeping a secret the reason why he decided on going along with the breakup.

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chapter 01, not a single soul.

where : yizhuo yn and park sunghoon were not only a couple, but the bestest of friends, an inseparable pair; both deeply in love with each other. a love as intense as their personalities. despite their deep connection, they were young and ambitious, and the pressures of life pulled them apart. the couple mutually decided to break up, hoping to carve out their futures separately. ¿what happens when they inevitably end up in the same friend group again? ¿will they fight for the once strong bond or will they continue their lives separately?

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Blurred Lines. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

chapter 02: an expected but unexpected reunion. ( 🖊️ )

where : yizhuo yn and park sunghoon were not only a couple, but the bestest of friends, an inseparable pair; both deeply in love with each other. a love as intense as their personalities. despite their deep connection, they were young and ambitious, and the pressures of life pulled them apart. the couple mutually decided to break up, hoping to carve out their futures separately. ¿what happens when they inevitably end up in the same friend group again? ¿will they fight for the once strong bond or will they continue their lives separately?

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the days went by quicker than expected, and to sunghoon's demise, the whole time jay, hee, and jake would not stop talking about yn, even in front of yunjin, a baddie sunghoon was trying to bang. every time yn's name came up, it was like a knife twisting in his gut, a constant reminder of everything he'd tried so hard to bury. It didn't help that yunjin was getting annoyed by it, too. her eyes would narrow whenever yn was mentioned, and sunghoon could feel her slipping further away.

"seriously, can we talk about something else?" sunghoon snapped, slamming his drink down on the table. they were all at their usual spot, a dimly lit bar where the music was loud enough to drown out the conversations, but somehow, yn's name still managed to cut through.

jay raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "what's your problem, man? we're just excited to see her again."

"yeah, well, not everyone's fucking excited," sunghoon muttered, glaring at his drink.

yunjin leaned in closer, her hand brushing against his arm. "you good, sunghoon?"

he forced her a smile, trying to shake off the irritation.

"yeah, all good. just tired of hearing about her, that's all."

heeseung shot him a look, something between pity and concern. "maybe you should talk to her when she gets here. clear the air or whatever."

"not happening," sunghoon said flatly. the idea of facing yn again made his chest tighten with a mix of anger and something else he couldn’t quite name.

A few more hours passed, and Sunghoon did his best to avoid the subject altogether, focusing instead on Yunjin. she was fun, easy to be around, and didn't bring up shit he didn't want to think about. but even with her around, he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that hung over him, knowing yn was about to be in the same city, breathing the same air.

And then, it happened.

the next evening he was walking down the street, yunjin on his arm, when he saw her. yn. she was standing outside a café, laughing with winter, karina and giselle, looking just as he remembered -no, better, way better. the years had been kind to her, and it fucking pissed him off. how could she look so damn happy when he'd spent the last three years trying to forget she existed?

his feet involuntarily stopped moving before his brain caught up, and suddenly, they were making eye contact. yn's laughter died on her lips, and the smile faded as she recognized him. for a moment, the world seemed to freeze, the noise of the city fading into the background as they stared at each other.

"sunghoon..." yn's voice was soft, almost hesitant, like she wasn't sure if she had the right to say his name anymore.

he clenched his jaw, every muscle in his body tensing.

"yn."

yunjin looked between them, a confused frown on her face. "you guys know each other?"

"yeah, I know her," sunghoon said, his voice cold. he couldn't tear his eyes away from YN, even though looking at her made his chest feel like it was being crushed. "we have history"

yn swallowed, her eyes searching his for something-anything—but all she found was the anger he couldn't hide. "it's been a while," she said, her voice wavering slightly.

"yeah, it has," Sunghoon replied, his tone clipped. "Three years."

yn winced at the bitterness in his voice, and for a moment, she looked like she might cry. but then she straightened, taking a deep breath. "i know I hurt you, Sunghoon. I never meant to-"

"save it," he cut her off, the words coming out harsher than he intended. "i don't need your fucking apologies."

"sunghoon, i-"

"I said save it," he repeated, his voice rising. yunjin tugged on his arm, trying to pull him away, but he couldn't move. he was rooted to the spot, anger and hurt warring inside him, threatening to spill over.

yn blinked back tears, her hands trembling slightly.

"i'm sorry," she whispered, the words barely audible. "I'm so, so sorry."

for a second, he almost softened. almost. but then the memories came rushing back-her leaving without a word, the sleepless nights wondering what he did wrong, the anger that festered and grew until it was all he had left of her.

"yeah, well, sorry doesn't cut it," sunghoon said, his voice cold as ice. "you should've thought about that before you fucking disappeared."

yn flinched, and for a brief moment, sunghoon felt a pang of guilt. but it was quickly swallowed by the anger he'd been holding onto for so long.

"let's go." he said, turning away from yn without another word. he didn't wait to see her reaction; he couldn't. If he did, he might've seen the tears that finally spilled over, the way her shoulders shook with silent sobs as she watched him walk away.

but he didn't see any of that. all he felt was the familiar ache in his chest, the one that had never really gone away, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it.

as they rushed away, yunjin stayed quiet for a while before finally speaking up. "sunghoon, what the hell was that?"

"nothing," he muttered, though the tightness in his chest said otherwise. "it was nothing"

but they both knew it was a lie.

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𝓟ark 𝓢unghoon 𝓓𝓪𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓣𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓼

where: park sunghoon and akabori yn share texts throughout their relationship.

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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ Shattered Echoes.

pairings: park jongseong! x female!reader

warnings: angst, breakup,

wc: 1058

lowercase intended

the room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small lamp in the corner. the same lamp that was given to them as a home warming gift. the shadows seemed to echo the tension that filled the space, making it feel rather suffocating. yn sat on the edge of the bed, her hands tightly gripping the sheets as if they were the only thing keeping her grounded. jay stood a few feet away, his back to her, staring at the closed door as if he could escape the inevitable by just avoiding her gaze.

the silence between them was deafening, a stark contrast to the heated arguments that had filled their days lately. it was a silence that spoke exhaustion, of two people who had given everything they had until there was nothing left but the hollow remnants of what once was.

“didn’t I give it all?” yn’s voice broke the stillness, trembling with the weight of her emotions. Her eyes were red, swollen from the tears she had cried for days, for weeks, leading up to this moment. “didn’t I give you everything I had?”

Jay’s shoulders tensed, but he didn’t turn around. He couldn’t. he knew that if he looked at her, if he saw the pain etched on her face, he might break, and he couldn’t afford that. not now. not when he had already made up his mind.

“you did,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if admitting it out loud would make it hurt even more. “you gave me everything, yn.”

“then why?” her voice cracked, the desperation seeping through. “why are you leaving me? why are you giving up on us so easily?”

jay finally turned to face her, his eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored her own. He took a step closer, but the distance between them felt insurmountable. “i’m not giving up, yn. i just… i just think we’ve reached the end.”

yn shook her head, refusing to accept his words. “no, that’s not true. we can still fix this, jay. i can change. i’ll slow down, i’ll do whatever it takes to make this work. just don’t walk away.”

jay closed his eyes, trying to block out the sight of her tears, the sound of her pleading voice. it broke him in ways he never thought possible. “it’s not about changing, yn. It’s about realizing that maybe… maybe we’re just not right for each other anymore.”

her heart shattered at his words, the finality in them. she had feared this moment, had dreaded the day when he would tell her that she wasn’t enough, that she couldn’t be what he needed. “how can you say that? after everything we’ve been through, after everything I’ve done for you… how can you just walk away?”

“it’s not easy for me either,” jay whispered, his voice covered with emotion. “but sometimes… love isn’t enough. sometimes, no matter how much we try, we just can’t make it work.”

YN stood up, her legs shaky, but she forced herself to face him. “i thought you loved me more than this, jay.i thought we were stronger than this.”

Jay’s eyes met hers, and she saw the pain in them, the regret. “i do love you, i love you more than anything in the whole world, yn. but I think we both know that love alone can’t fix what’s broken between us.”

she bit her lip, trying to hold back the sobs that threatened to escape. “so this is it, then? you’re just… leaving?”

he finally nodded slowly, the heaviness of the moment pressing down on him. “yeah. this is it.”

yn felt the last piece of her heart crumble at his words. she had given him everything, had poured all of herself into their relationship, only to be left with nothing. “take it all, then,” she whispered, her voice barely holding together. “take everything you want, jay. just… take it all with my love.”

Jay’s breath hitched, and for a moment, he wanted to reach out, to pull her into his arms and promise her that everything would be okay. but he knew it wouldn’t be. not this time. “i’m sorry,” was all he could manage to say before he turned away, heading for the door.

yn watched him go, each step he took feeling like a knife to her chest. “don’t look back,” she called after him, her voice breaking. “don’t look back at this crumbling fool.”

he hesitated at the door, his hand resting on the doorknob. he wanted to turn around, to give her one last look, one last memory to hold onto. but deep down he knew that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to leave. so he closed his eyes, swallowed the lump in his throat, and walked out, leaving yn alone in the dimly lit room, her heart in pieces on the floor.

yn stood there for what felt like hours, the reality of the situation slowly sinking in. he was gone. jay was really gone. the man she had loved with every fiber of her being, the man she had fought for, cried for, was gone. and he wasn’t coming back.

she sank to the floor, her knees giving out as the weight of her grief finally overcame her. she sobbed into her hands, the pain overwhelming her. “i gave you everything,” she whispered to the empty room, her voice choked with tears. “i gave you everything, and it still wasn’t enough.”

the emptiness of the room echoed her words back to her, a cruel reminder of the loneliness that now filled her heart. she had loved him with all she had, but in the end, it hadn’t been enough to keep him. and now, she was left with nothing but the memories of what could have been, the remnants of a love that had once been everything to her.

she didn’t know how she would move on, how she would pick up the pieces of her shattered heart and try to live without him. But as she lay there on the floor, her tears soaking the carpet, she knew one thing for certain: jay had taken everything with him. every last piece of her love, every last piece of her soul. and she wasn’t sure if she would ever get it back.

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where: jake and yn broke up their long term relationship, and where they face aftermath of their decisions.

cw: angst, breakup. lowercase intended.

wc: 2578

pairing: ex! sim jaeyun x female!reader

061724

the late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of yn’s apartment, casting long shadows across the room. she sat on her bed, her fingers gripping the edge of her phone as she stared blankly at the screen. The last few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, sadness, and an aching love that seemed to suffocate her.

jake had called earlier, his voice strained and heavy with the weight of their impending conversation. they had agreed to meet, to talk things through one final time, and now yn ound herself dreading the moment she would have to face him.

a soft knock on the door broke her from her thoughts. she took a deep breath, standing up and making her way to answer it. as she opened the door, jake stood there, looking as heartbroken as she felt. his eyes met hers, and for a moment, it was as if time stood still.

“hi,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“hey,” she replied, stepping aside to let him in. they both knew that this was the end, but neither of them could bring themselves to say it just yet.

they settled on the couch, the space between them feeling comforting, suffocating and never ending. yn’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to find the right words, but the heaviness of the situation made it difficult to speak.

“jake, i…” yn started, her voice faltering. “i don’t even know where to begin.”

“i know,” jake said, reaching out to take her hand. "i don’t know either. But we’ve been going in circles for weeks now. we both know that something needs to change.”

yn squeezed his hand, tears welling up in her eyes. “i love you so much, baby. I’ve never loved anyone the way i love you. but… i don’t think we can fix what’s broken.”

jake’s eyes were filled with a mixture of pain and sadness. “I love you too, yn. more than i ever thought possible. but we’ve tried, haven’t we? we’ve done everything we could, and it’s still not working. i think it’s better if we break up.”

a tear slipped down yn’s cheek as she nodded, her heart breaking at the reality of their situation. “i don’t want to let go. i don’t want to lose you. but… maybe we’re just not meant to be together right now.”

jake’s thumb gently wiped away her tear, his own eyes glistening. “i’ve been thinking the same thing. maybe we need to take a step back, to figure out who we are on our own before we can ever think about being together again.”

the room was silent except for the soft hum of the fireplace. yn and jake sat side by side, their hands still intertwined, yet the connection between them felt fragile, like it could break at any moment

“do you think… do you actually think this is the right thing to do?” yn asked, her voice trembling and barely above. whisper. “i mean, it feels like we’re giving up on something so special.”

jake sighed, his eyes searching hers for reassurance. “i think it is. as much as it hurts, I think it’s what’s best for us right now. we need to take this time to heal, to figure out who we are outside of this relationship.”

she nodded slowly trying to reconcile with the idea, "i understand, i really do. but still it doesn’t make it any easier"

“sometimes, even the strongest love isn’t enough to keep things together when everything else is falling apart. we need to be honest with ourselves, and with each other, baby.”

the weight of his words settled heavily on yn’s shoulders. she knew he was right, but that didn’t make the pain of letting go any less intense. she loved him deeply, and the thought of not having him in her life was almost unbearable.

As the evening wore on, the two of them continued to talk, sharing their feelings, their regrets, and their hopes for the future. they spoke about the memories they cherished and the ways they had grown from their time together. but no matter how much they tried to hold onto the past, the reality of their situation remained.

the night had fallen, and the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a lamp. yn and jake were standing by the door, their hands still holding onto each other as if afraid to let go. the time had come for them to part ways, and the finality of the moment was almost too much to bear.

“I don’t know how to say goodbye,” yn said softly, her voice breaking. “i don’t want to lose you”

jake pulled her into a gentle hug, holding her close as if trying to absorb the pain. “i don’t know how either. but i do know that I want you to be happy, yn. I want you to find peace and fulfillment, even if it’s not with me.”

yn hugged him tightly, her tears soaking into his shirt. “i want that for you too, jake. i want us both to find happiness, even if it means being apart.”

they stood there for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms, savoring the last moments of their time together. the love between them was still palpable, but it was no longer enough to sustain their relationship. they had reached the point where letting go was the only option left.

finally, they pulled apart, their eyes filled with unshed tears. jake cupped yn’s face in his hands, giving her one last, tender kiss on the forehead.

“goodbye, baby,” he said softly, his voice choked with emotion. “i love you.”

“goodbye, Jake,” yn replied, her heart breaking as she took a step back. “i love you .”

as Jake turned and walked away, yn watched him go, her heart aching with the weight of their final goodbye. she knew that their love had been real, that it had meant something special. But sometimes, even the deepest love couldn’t overcome the challenges they faced.

yn closed the door behind her, taking a deep breath as she allowed herself to grieve the end of their relationship. the future was uncertain, and the road ahead would be difficult. but they were determined to move forward, to honor the love they had shared by finding happiness on her own.

as the time went by, yn began to heal, finding strength in the memories of their time together and in the knowledge that they had made the right decision. she cherished the love they had, but she also embraced the opportunity to grow and discover who she was outside of their relationship.

and though it was painful to let go, she knew that sometimes, the most loving thing you can do is to set someone free.

082324

the morning light filtered through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. yn stirred, a soft smile playing on her lips as she blinked away the remnants of sleep. the bed was empty beside her, just as it had been for weeks now, but the emptiness no longer felt like a void. instead, it was a space for herself—something she hadn’t had in a long time.

she stretched languidly, feeling the tension melt away from her muscles. for the first time in what felt like forever, she was at peace. the suffocating weight that had once pressed down on her chest was gone, replaced by a lightness she was still getting used to. she didn’t need to check her phone for missed calls or texts, didn’t need to worry about what someone else was doing or thinking. this time was hers, and she intended to make the most of it.

across town, jake was having a very different morning.

he sat on the edge of his bed, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. the screen was dark, devoid of any messages or notifications, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. he had sent a text to yn late last night—just a simple “hey, how are you?”—but the message remained unread, unacknowledged.

his chest tightened as he glanced around the room. the bed felt too big, too empty without her beside him. he had tried to fill the void she left behind, but no matter what he did, nothing seemed to work. no hookups, no friends, nothing. the few fleeting hookups he’d had since the breakup only left him feeling more hollow, their faces blurring into one indistinguishable mass in his mind.

jake ran a hand through his hair, frustration boiling in his veins. he had been the one to bring up ending things—had convinced himself that it was for the best—but now, all he felt was regret. regret for the way he had pushed her away, for the things he never said.

he had thought he could move on, thought he could find someone else to fill the space she once occupied in his life. but every time he looked at another girl, all he could see was yn. her laugh, her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she was excited about something. And the worst part was knowing that she wasn’t thinking about him at all.

“what did you expect?” he thought bitterly, gripping his phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. “you let her go, you pushed her away. why would she still be thinking about you?”

later that day, YN found herself at a bustling café downtown, surrounded by friends and the comforting hum of life going on around her. she sipped her iced latte, listening as her friend wooyoung animatedly recounted a story from the night before. yn laughed along, genuinely enjoying herself in a way she hadn’t in a long time.

“so, what about you, yn?” wooyoung asked, turning her attention to her. “anyone new on the horizon?”

yn shook her head with a smile. “not really. just… enjoying being on my own for now. it’s nice, not having to worry about someone else all the time.”

wooyoung nodded approvingly. “good for you. you deserve it"

yn appreciated the support, but she didn’t want to dwell on the past. she had spent too much time in that dark place, and now that she was out, she had no intention of going back.

over the next few weeks, yn threw herself into her newfound freedom with gusto. she spent more time with friends, picked up hobbies she had long neglected, and even started exploring new places around the city. each day was a new adventure, and she relished the feeling of being in control of her own life again.

however no matter how much she tried to move on, jake’s presence still lingered in the back of her mind. she hadn’t blocked his number, hadn’t deleted their old photos, but she kept her distance. she wasn’t ready to confront him, wasn’t ready to deal with the emotions that would inevitably resurface.

jake, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to stay away. he started showing up at places he knew she frequented—accidentally running into her at the grocery store, casually strolling by the park where she liked to read. it was all too obvious, but yn pretended not to notice.

yet, every time she saw him, her heart twisted painfully in her chest. the man she had once loved was still there, still the same in so many ways, but now he was a stranger to her.

one evening, as yn sat at her desk scrolling through her phone, a message from jake popped up on her screen. her thumb hovered over the notification for a moment before she swiped it away, ignoring it like she had the others. but this time, he was persistent.

another message followed. and then another.

“yn, ¿can we talk?”

“i miss you.”

“please, i just want to see you.”

but she knew better. she couldn’t let herself be pulled back into that cycle, of missing him, crying till she fell asleep, she couldn’t let him in again. so she did the only thing she could do—she blocked his number.

for jake, the silence was deafening. he stared at his phone in disbelief, his heart sinking as the realization dawned on him. she had blocked him. she was really done with him.

he had always thought that she would come back, but now, the reality of the situation was staring him in the face. yn was moving on, and he was the one who had to live with the consequences of his actions.

desperate and out of options, jake decided to take a more direct approach. he needed to see her, needed to make her understand how much he regretted everything. so, he did something he had never imagined he would do—he showed up at her apartment unannounced.

yn was startled by the knock on her door. she wasn’t expecting anyone, and for a moment, she considered ignoring it. but the knocking persisted, and she sighed, setting her phone aside as she stood up to answer the door.

her breath caught in her throat when she saw jake standing there, looking more disheveled than she had ever seen him. his hair was a mess, his eyes bloodshot, and there was a desperation in his expression that made her heart ache despite herself.

“jake, what are you doing here?” she asked, her voice firm despite the tremor in her chest.

“i needed to see you,” he said, his voice hoarse. “please, yn, just let me talk to you.”

she hesitated, every instinct telling her to send him home and shut the door. but there was something in his eyes that made her pause. reluctantly, she stepped aside, allowing him to enter.

the tension in the room was palpable as they stood facing each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. jake took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “i know it was my initial mistake letting you go, even bringing up a breakup was a mistake"

yn felt a wave of emotions crash over her—anger, sadness, longing—but she forced herself to stay calm.

"it’s okay jake, we made a decision"

his face fell, his eyes pleading. “but… we were good together, yn. we had something special. I know we made that decision but we… we can fix it. we can be happy again.”

yn shook her head, "we can’t fix this, baby." "i’ve moved on and you should too."

jake’s expression crumbled, and for a moment, yn almost faltered. she had never seen him look so vulnerable, so utterly broken.

“yn, baby, please,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “i can’t keep losing you.”

“it’s okay jake, you’ll find yourself someone else"

jake’s shoulders slumped in defeat, deciding it was time to let go.

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Chapter 03 need another drink ( 🖊️ )

where : yizhuo yn and park sunghoon were not only a couple, but the bestest of friends, an inseparable pair; both deeply in love with each other. a love as intense as their personalities. despite their deep connection, they were young and ambitious, and the pressures of life pulled them apart. the couple mutually decided to break up, hoping to carve out their futures separately. ¿what happens when they inevitably end up in the same friend group again? ¿will they fight for the once strong bond or will they continue their lives separately?

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the low hum of music thrummed through the walls, growing louder as yn made her way up the stairs to the rooftop. the invitation had originally come from Jay, who was always trying to get yn and the girls out of the house, saying they needed to live a little. not knowing the guest list or caring much about it. a drink in hand, she stepped onto the rooftop, the warm summer breeze brushing against her skin.

it was crowded. familiar faces mingled with strangers, laughter and conversations blending with the music. yn scanned the scene, spotting jay in a corner with jake and heeseung. she smiled to herself, feeling a bit more at ease as she started making her way over to them.

that was when she saw him.

sunghoon.

he stood near the edge of the rooftop, leaning against the railing with a drink in his hand, eyes focused on something distant. he looked good—too good, with his tousled hair and sharp jawline illuminated by the city lights. yn's heart clenched involuntarily at the sight of him, a flood of memories rushing back in a wave she wasn’t prepared for.

sunghoon’s gaze shifted, and for a moment, their eyes locked across the rooftop. time seemed to slow as the noise around them faded into the background. his expression was unreadable, a mask of indifference that yn knew all too well, but his eyes—his eyes betrayed him. there was something there, something raw and unspoken.

she turned quickly, breaking the connection before it could dig any deeper. but it was too late; the damage was done. yn’s pulse quickened, and she felt the familiar sting of unresolved emotions bubbling to the surface.

jay noticed her hesitation as she approached so he met her in the middle. “you okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

“yeah, i’m fine,” yn lied, forcing a smile. “i don’t know, i was expecting him, but i don’t think i’m ready yet”

jay’s eyes flicked over to where sunghoon was standing, and he sighed. “yeah… i should’ve warned you. he showed up with Yunjin.”

yn nodded, trying to push down the jealousy that flared up at the mention of yunjin. of course, she was here. the two of them had been hanging out a lot lately, even before she had come back to south korea. and while yn tried to convince herself that it didn’t bother her, it clearly did.

“hey, you don’t have to stay,” jake offered, noticing the tension. “we can bail, find something else to do.”

but yn shook her head. she wasn’t going to let him ruin her night. “i’m fine,” she insisted, though the tightness in her chest said otherwise. let’s just have fun, okay?”

the group exchanged uneasy glances but nodded, letting the subject drop. they spent the next hour catching up, laughing, and pretending everything was normal. yet yn couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. every time she glanced in Sunghoon’s direction, he was already looking at her, and each time, it sent her stomach into knots.

eventually, the tension became too much. needing a break, yn excused herself and made her way to a quieter corner of the rooftop, near a few potted plants. She leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

“You look like you could use another drink.”

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where: yn and jay are in a long term relationship with each other.

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Chapter 04: her. ( 🖊️ )

where : yizhuo yn and park sunghoon were not only a couple, but the bestest of friends, an inseparable pair; both deeply in love with each other. a love as intense as their personalities. despite their deep connection, they were young and ambitious, and the pressures of life pulled them apart. the couple mutually decided to break up, hoping to carve out their futures separately. ¿what happens when they inevitably end up in the same friend group again? ¿will they fight for the once strong bond or will they continue their lives separately?

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“you look like you could use another drink.”

the voice was soft, familiar, and far too close. yn’s heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively tensed, expecting sunghoon to be standing there.

but when she turned, it wasn’t him. it was jay.

relief and a strange twinge of disappointment washed over her. she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “jay, you scared me,” she muttered, leaning back against the wall.

“sorry,” he said with a sheepish grin, holding out a fresh drink. “you seemed like you could use this.”

yn graciously accepted the drink with a small smile. “thanks. I just needed a minute.”

jay nodded, his expression softening as he looked at her. “i get it. seeing him again after everything… it’s not easy.”

“it’s not,” yn agreed, taking a sip. the alcohol did little to calm the storm inside her, but it was a distraction, and she needed that right now. “it’s just… complicated.”

jay sighed, leaning against the wall next to her. “it always is with him, isn’t it?”

yn let out a bitter laugh. “you have no idea.”

they stood in silence for a moment, the party’s noise a distant hum in the background. jay was a comforting presence, and yn was grateful for it. but even as they talked, she couldn’t shake the feeling that sunghoon’s eyes were still on her.

“do you want to get out of here?” jay offered again, his voice gentle. “we can go somewhere else, just the two of us. clear your head.”

yn considered it, the idea tempting, but she shook her head. “no, i’m not going to let him chase me away. i’ll be fine.”

jay studied her for a moment before nodding. “okay. but if you change your mind, just say the word.”

“i will,” yn promised, giving him a grateful smile. “thank you, jay.”

“anytime,” he replied, his voice warm. he gave her a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before heading back to join jake and heeseung, leaving yn alone with her thoughts once again.

she took another deep breath, willing herself to calm down. she could do this. she could get through the night without letting sunghoon get under her skin. but as she prepared to rejoin the group, a commotion at the far end of the rooftop caught her attention.

it was yunjin.

she was standing with sunghoon, her voice rising above the music, sharp and angry. yn couldn’t make out the words, but the way Yunjin was gesturing wildly, her eyes narrowing, made it clear that things were getting heated. yn’s heart sank, and she felt an uncomfortable twist of guilt in her stomach. she knew this had something to do with her.

sunghoon looked tense, his face a mask of frustration as he tried to calm yunjin down. but it was clear she wasn’t having it. her voice grew louder, and soon, the whole rooftop was starting to take notice.

“are you seriously going to keep denying it?” yunjin’s voice cut through the air, her tone laced with anger. “you’ve been staring at her all night, sunghoon! do you think i’m blind?”

sunghoon’s jaw tightened, his patience wearing thin. “yunjin, this isn’t the time or place—”

“when is the time, then?” yunjin interrupted, her voice trembling with emotion. “you said you were over her, but clearly, you’re not! you can’t even look at me without thinking about her, can you?”

the accusation hung in the air, and yn felt like the ground had dropped out from under her. she didn’t want this—didn’t want to be the reason for this mess. but there was no denying the truth in yunjin’s words, and it made her chest tighten with guilt.

sunghoon’s expression darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. “yunjin, you need to stop,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“i don’t know?” yunjin scoffed, her voice dripping with bitterness. “i’m not an idiot, sunghoon. i see the way you look at her. It’s the same way i wanted you to look at me, but not anymore, right? because all you care about is her it’s been less than a week and you’re on your knees for her again."

sunghoon’s composure finally snapped. “yunjin, enough!” he shouted, his voice booming across the rooftop. the music came to an abrupt halt, and all eyes turned to them.

yn’s heart pounded in her chest as she watched the scene unfold, feeling helpless and exposed. she wanted to disappear, to somehow erase herself from this equation, but there was no escaping the reality of what was happening.

yunjin’s eyes filled with tears, her anger giving way to hurt. “you said you were over her,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “but you’re not, are you?”

sunghoon’s shoulders slumped, his anger deflating as he looked at yunjin with a mix of guilt and regret. he didn’t answer her, but his silence spoke volumes.

yn felt her throat tighten, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. this was a mess—one she hadn’t meant to cause, but a mess nonetheless. she wanted to say something, to apologize, but the words wouldn’t come.

yunjin wiped at her eyes, looking around at the crowd that had gathered, and then back at sunghoon. “you’re not even going to deny it,” she said quietly, her voice full of sadness. “I hope she is worth it.”

with that, yunjin turned and walked away, pushing through the crowd and disappearing into the night. sunghoon watched her go, his expression a mixture of anger and pain.

yn stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do. she felt exposed, vulnerable, and a crushing weight of guilt settled in her chest. this wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go.

sunghoon finally turned his gaze back to yn, and for a moment, neither of them said anything. the rooftop was eerily silent, everyone waiting to see what would happen next.

“i’m sorry,” yn whispered, her voice barely audible.

sunghoon shook his head, his eyes hardening. “don’t apologize, yn. this isn’t your fault.”

sunghoon took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “we both made our choices, and now we’re dealing with the consequences. but this—” he gestured vaguely to the now-empty spot where yunjin had been standing. “this wasn’t on you.”

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Chapter 05: the next monday. ( 🖊️ )

where: yizhuo yn and park sunghoon were not only a couple, but the bestest of friends, an inseparable pair; both deeply in love with each other. a love as intense as their personalities. despite their deep connection, they were young and ambitious, and the pressures of life pulled them apart. the couple mutually decided to break up, hoping to carve out their futures separately. ¿what happens when they inevitably end up in the same friend group again? ¿will they fight for the once strong bond or will they continue their lives separately?

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the sun was barely up when yn arrived on campus, the unfamiliar sight of the university building looming in front of her. she took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. it was just another day, she told herself. her first day, not a big deal. just another day at uni. but deep down, she knew it wasn’t. not after everything that had happened.

she had tried to prepare herself all weekend, going over the possible scenarios in her mind, but nothing could fully calm the unease bubbling in her chest. today wasn’t just about classes or catching up with friends; it was about facing him. sunghoon.

the thought of seeing him again made her stomach twist, but she had to push through it. this was her life, and she decided to come back to it, she wouldn’t let her emotions get the better of her.

as she walked through the corridors, she was greeted by unfamiliar faces, some smiling, some giving dirty looks, at the new face in campus. all seemingly oblivious to the storm brewing inside her.

as yn approached her locker, she saw winter, karina, and giselle waiting for her, their expressions a mix of excitement and concern.

“hey, there she is!” winter greeted with a wide smile, pulling yn into a big hug. “how are you feeling, pretty girl?”

“ready for anything,” yn replied, forcing a confident smile. “let’s just get through today, yeah?”

karina nodded, looping her arm through yn’s. “we’ve got you, girl. no matter what happens.”

“let’s just stick together, and everything will be fine.”

they walked together to their first class, trying to keep the conversation light, but the tension was palpable. yn knew they were all worried about the same thing—what would happen when she and sunghoon inevitably crossed paths.

the lecture hall was buzzing with chatter as students filled the seats. winter, karina, and giselle found their usual spot near the back, away from the professor’s direct line of sight.

just as she was about to focus on the lecture, the door at the front of the room opened, and in walked sunghoon.

the room seemed to go silent, even though the chatter continued. sunghoon’s eyes scanned the room briefly before landing on yn. for a moment, everything else faded—the noise, the people, even the professor standing at the front.

their eyes locked, and the world stood still.

sunghoon’s pov.

As Sunghoon walked into the lecture hall, he couldn’t stop his eyes from searching for her. It was almost instinctual at this point. And then he saw her—YN, sitting with her friends at the back, her expression unreadable.

His heart skipped a beat, but he quickly composed himself. This was what he had been dreading and anticipating all weekend. Seeing her again, being in the same room, pretending like nothing had happened between them—it was a lot to handle.

He could feel the tension in the air, but he forced himself to move, taking a seat at the opposite end of the hall. He knew YN had seen him, and part of him wanted to go over, to say something, anything, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not with the way things had ended the last time they saw each other.

end of sunghoon’s pov.

yn felt her heart pounding in her chest as she watched Sunghoon take a seat far from her. the distance between them felt like a physical barrier, one that neither of them was ready to cross. the lecture started, but yn couldn’t focus, her mind replaying the moment they locked eyes.

it was like being pulled back into the past, every unresolved emotion threatening to bubble up to the surface. but she couldn’t afford to let it show. not here, not now.

giselle leaned over, whispering, “you okay?” yn nodded slightly, not trusting herself to speak.

the lecture ended, and students began to file out of the hall. yn gathered her things slowly, waiting for the room to clear out. she knew she couldn’t avoid Sunghoon forever, but right now, she needed a moment to herself.

as she stepped into the hallway, she saw sunghoon leaning against the wall, seemingly waiting for someone. their eyes met again, and this time, there was no escaping it.

“yn,” he said, his voice soft but firm. she hesitated, her heart racing. “sunghoon.”

they stood there, the hallway bustling with students, yet it felt like they were the only two people there.

“i—” Sunghoon started, but before he could say more, yunjin appeared, interrupting the moment.

“there you are, sunghoon!” yunjin’s voice was bright and cheerful, completely oblivious to the tension between them.

yn took the opportunity to slip away, not wanting to deal with any more awkwardness. as she walked away, she heard Yunjin’s voice behind her, clearly talking to sunghoon, but she didn’t turn back.

she needed space, time to think, and most of all, she needed to figure out how she was going to survive her life with sunghoon so close yet so far away.

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Chapter 06: unexpected text ( 🖊️ )

where : yizhuo yn and park sunghoon were not only a couple, but the bestest of friends, an inseparable pair; both deeply in love with each other. a love as intense as their personalities. despite their deep connection, they were young and ambitious, and the pressures of life pulled them apart. the couple mutually decided to break up, hoping to carve out their futures separately. ¿what happens when they inevitably end up in the same friend group again? ¿will they fight for the once strong bond or will they continue their lives separately?

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after that brief, tense exchange in the hallway, yn made a beeline for her next class, avoiding the throngs of students gathering in clusters. she kept her head down, hoping to avoid any more awkward encounters. the rest of the day passed in a blur. she went through the motions, attending lectures, taking notes, and chatting with the girls and the guys.

it was impossible to shake the feeling that Sunghoon was around every corner, watching her. they were in the same university, after all. How could she possibly avoid him forever?

yn stared at sunghoon’s message for a moment, his words echoing in her mind. no pressure. it was simple, but it felt loaded with meaning.

before she could dwell on it, the cafeteria door swung open, and yunjin walked in, laughing loudly with a group of friends. sunghoon wasn’t with her, but just seeing her was enough to make yn tense up.

“oh great, here comes trouble.” giselle whispered “Ignore her, yn. focus on us.

yn nodded, taking a deep breath. she could do this. it was just one encounter, and she had her friends by her side. despite her earlier hesitation, yn decided to join the others for the movie night. she needed the distraction and, more importantly, she needed to be around people who cared about her, and sunghoon whether she wanted to admit it or not.

the group gathered at jay’s place, the living room quickly filling up with blankets, pillows, and snacks. yn found a spot between karina and heeseung, grateful for the comfortable distance from sunghoon, who sat on the opposite side of the room with jake and jay.

the movie started, a lighthearted comedy that was supposed to ease the tension, but yn could still feel the unspoken words hanging in the air. every now and then, she would catch Sunghoon glancing her way, his expression unreadable.

halfway through the movie, her phone buzzed with a message. It was from Sunghoon.

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Chapter 07: the first talk. ( 🖊️ )

where : yizhuo yn and park sunghoon were not only a couple, but the bestest of friends, an inseparable pair; both deeply in love with each other. a love as intense as their personalities. despite their deep connection, they were young and ambitious, and the pressures of life pulled them apart. the couple mutually decided to break up, hoping to carve out their futures separately. ¿what happens when they inevitably end up in the same friend group again? ¿will they fight for the once strong bond or will they continue their lives separately?

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the cold evening breeze hit yn as she stepped out of the unconventional movie theater at jay’s house, her heart pounding with anticipation. she spotted sunghoon waiting by the kitchen, his hands stuffed in his pockets, head lowered as if in deep thought. his silhouette under the dim kitchen light, he seemed almost surreal, like a mirage she couldn’t quite believe was there.

she hesitated for a moment, her mind racing back to the texts they’d just exchanged. the words felt heavy, yet strangely comforting. sunghoon had always been a man of few words, but when he did speak, his honesty was raw, almost brutal. she appreciated that about him, even when it hurt.

he looked up as he heard her approach, their eyes locking for the first time in what felt like forever. yn’s breath caught in her throat. "hey," she greeted softly, offering a small, tentative smile.

"hey," he replied, his voice a low murmur. there was a long pause, each of them seemingly lost in their own thoughts.

"i didn’t mean to interrupt your night," sunghoon finally said, breaking the silence. "i just... i couldn’t wait any longer."

"i’m glad you reached out," yn admitted, feeling the tension between them ebb slightly. "honestly why i came to korea, needed to talk to you. been waiting for this."

sunghoon nodded, the corners of his lips twitching into a sad smile. "i know. and it’s my fault for pushing you away."

sighed, glancing down at the pavement. "it wasn’t just you. I played my part too. i mean i disappeared, i get why you would be upset."

he took a step closer, the proximity making yn’s heart race. "yeah. but still, i could’ve handled things better. i should’ve handled things better."

she could see the remorse in his eyes, the way he carried the weight of their past on his shoulders. it was clear that he had spent countless nights reflecting on everything that had happened, just as she had.

"why did you push me away, hoon?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. not one notice of the way she just called him hoon, this time right at his face.

sunghoon looked down, his expression conflicted. "i just, i thought... i thought it would be easier for both of us. you were moving on with your life, doing amazing things, and i didn’t want to hold you back. but i was wrong. all I did was hurt you, and hurt myself in the process." yn felt a pang of sadness in her chest, hearing the pain in his voice. she wanted to reach out, to hold him and tell him that it was okay, but she knew that they needed to have this conversation first.

"i was hurt, sunghoon. really hurt," she confessed, her voice trembling. "but I never stopped caring about you. i just didn’t know how to reach you anymore. after our breakup i lost sense of control over myself and life in general. i needed an escape and when you were that for me it was hard to look for one elsewhere. my parents thought it would be a good idea to go back to china, forget all about everything and move on. but i couldn’t. i didn’t want to, but i thought it was for the best, the best way to set you free. “

he nodded, taking a deep breath as if to steady himself. "i didn’t know. and I’m so sorry for that. i was too wrapped up in my own fears and insecurities to see how much you were hurting too. but we’re here now, and I want to make things right."

there was a sincerity in his voice that yn hadn’t heard in a long time. it was as if the walls he had built around himself were finally crumbling, revealing the vulnerable, caring person underneath.

"how do we move forward from this?" yn asked, her voice laced with uncertainty. "we’ve been through so much, and I don’t want to pretend that everything is okay when it’s not.”

sunghoon took another step closer, closing the distance between them. he reached out, gently taking her hand in his. the warmth of his touch sent a wave of emotions crashing over her, and she had to fight back tears.

"i don’t have all the answers, ynnie," he said softly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "but i know that i don’t want to lose you again. i don’t want to lose us. i’m willing to put in the work, to be better, if you’ll give me the chance."

yn looked up at him, searching his eyes for any hint of doubt, but all she saw was determination and sincerity. she could feel the walls around her own heart beginning to crumble, the hurt and anger she had been holding onto slowly dissipating.

"what about yunjin? she asked, afraid of the answer she was about to hear.

he took a deep breath, and nodded. "i don’t know anything about her, she was just someone i thought would get me through this heartache through pleasure. but since you’ve been gone life itself has no sense of meaning, purpose or pleasure."

they stood there for a moment, the silence between them no longer filled with tension, but with a sense of mutual understanding. It was as if the weight of their past was finally beginning to lift, allowing them to see the possibilities of what could be.

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