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slipping away ໒ྀི sjy

𝓈ynopsis : in which jake continuously comes home late and doesn't make an effort anymore.

pt.2 !! 𝙱ℯ𝓎ℴ𝓃𝒹 ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴀᴋᴇ

content : fem!reader // angst // warnings : cheating // ᴡᴄ.1909

he promised he would be home by 8; it's currently 11:47.

this wasn't out of the ordinary. every night the same disappointment. eight would come and go, but he'd never walk through the door until 12, sometimes even 1.

the tv served as background noise as the clock continued to click. your eyes felt heavy as you continued to wait for him, not caring how many times he has told you not to.

…more under cut

you continuously glanced at your phone, even though you knew there wouldn't be any new messages. there never were.

part of you wanted to be angry, to finally say something when he walked through the door. but another part–maybe the weaker part–just hoped he had a good reason–you always gave him the benefit of the doubt. always.

you tried to push away the nagging thoughts creeping into your mind. what if he wasn't coming back? what if something happened? or worse… what if he was with someone else? but you quickly dismissed them. he wouldn't do that. not him.

but than again, why did it feel like he was slipping further away each night? why did the silence grow louder, the excuses more rehearsed? you knew you should be more assertive, confront him, but every time you gather the courage. it crumbled under the weight of your fears.

your fingers traced the edge of the couch, feeling the familiar texture of the worn fabric, memories of happier times flood your mind. times when he would rush home, eager to see you, when your laughter filled the room, and the hours slipped by unnoticed. those days felt so distant now, like a dream you couldn't quite remember upon walking.

the clock struck midnight, a final reminder he was late again. you sighed, a mix of sadness and doubt settling upon your chest. maybe tonight would be different, maybe he'd walk through that door with an explanation that actually made sense. or maybe tonight would be the night… you would finally stop waiting.

it was 12:38.. he finally walked through the door. his shoulders slumped as he took off his coat and placed his shoes in the cubby.

you walk up to him, hugging him so tightly, as if he would disappear at any moment. he hesitantly hugged you back, as if he didn't know who you were.

as you pulled away, you searched his face, hoping to find some reassurance, some sign that the man you fell in love with was still there. but his eyes were distant, unfocused, as if he was somewhere else entirely.  the words you had rehearsed a thousand times in your head–questions about where he had been, why was he late, if everything was late–died on your lips.

he gave you a tired smile, the type that never quite reached his eyes anymore. "sorry, work ran late," he muttered, his voice flat, devoid of any real apology. he brushed past you, heading towards the kitchen as if the conversation was already over.

you stood there for a moment, frozen, the air thick with words left unspoken. you wanted to scream, demand answers, to make him know how much this was affecting you, how much his careless actions hurt you. but instead you just followed him, watching as he poured himself a cup of water.

"did you eat?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

he nodded, not looking up. "yeah, grabbed something on the way,"

another lie, you thought. you knew he hadn’t eaten; you could see it in the way he avoided your eyes, in the way his hand trembled slightly as he set the glass down. but you didn’t push, didn’t call him out. you were too tired, too worn out from the endless cycle of waiting, worrying, and pretending that everything was okay.

you stood in the doorway, watching him as he leaned against the counter, his gaze fixed on the floor. he looked like a man who had the weight of the world on his shoulders, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was carrying something else too—something he wasn’t willing to share with you.

finally, he looked up, meeting your eyes for the briefest of moments before glancing away. "i'm gonna head to bed," he said, his voice hollow.

you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. "i'll be up in a bit."

he walked past you, his footsteps heavy, like every step was an effort. you listened as he climbed the stairs, the creak of the old wood echoing through the quiet house. when you heard the bedroom door close, you let out a breath you didn't realize you’d been holding.

alone in the silence, you felt the tears welling up, but you refused to let them fall. not tonight. not again.

you walked back to the living room, the tv still flickering with images you weren’t really watching. you sank onto the couch, pulling your knees to your chest, feeling small and fragile in the vast emptiness of the room.

you couldn’t keep doing this—waiting for a man who was already halfway out the door. but the thought of confronting him, of demanding the truth, terrified you. because deep down, you knew that whatever he said might shatter the fragile illusion you’d been clinging to for so long.

you wiped your eyes, determined not to cry. maybe tomorrow would be different. maybe tomorrow, you'd finally find the strength to ask him the questions you were too scared to ask tonight.

or maybe tomorrow, you'd finally accept the truth you’d been avoiding for far too long.

–

you had fallen asleep on the couch, too emotionally drained to move even an inch. the soft hum of the tv, now just static, was the only sound in the room, a quiet reminder of the night before.

when you woke, the sun was already creeping through the blinds, casting slivers of light across the living room. your body ached from the awkward position, and your mind felt just as heavy as when you’d closed your eyes. for a moment, you lay there, replaying what had happened last night repeatedly in your mind like a broken record.

you opened your phone to check the time–8:12, he had already left for work. you sigh and get up from the couch to freshen up.

as you were brushing your teeth, you got a message from an unknown person. you opend the message and almost dropped your phone in the sink.

it was a picture of jake. not just any picture tho, it was a picture of him and a girl. his arm wrapped around her waist as she was kissing his neck.

you stumble backwards, frozen and in shock. this had to be fake, someone was playing a trick on you. there was no way that was your jake, the jake you had given you entire heart to, the person you thought you would marry one day, the person you thought you knew.

your body started to shake as tears ran down your face. 

you tried to steady yourself, gripping the edge of the sink as your mind raced, desperately searching for some explanation that would make this all go away. but no matter how much you wanted to believe it was some cruel joke, the image on your phone was painfully real. the jake in that photo, the one with his arm around another girl, didn’t look like the man you thought you knew.

your hands trembled as you stared at the screen, the tears blurring your vision. How could he do this? How could he betray you like this after everything? Memories of the nights you spent waiting for him, worried and alone, flooded back to you. All those times he said he was working late, all the empty apologies… it all started to make sense now, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

you sank to the floor, feeling like the ground had been ripped out from under you. the trust you had in him, the love you shared—it felt like it was all shattering into pieces. you wanted to scream, to throw your phone across the room, to do something, anything, to make the pain stop. but all you could do was sit there, numb and broken, as the tears kept falling.

your mind kept flashing back to the moments when you were so sure that he was the one—the way he used to make you laugh, the promises you made to each other, the dreams you shared about the future. you never imagined this would happen, that the person you loved the most would be the one to hurt you this deeply.

as you sat there, the shock slowly started to give way to anger. how could he lie to you like this? how could he throw away everything you had together for someone else? the image of him with that girl was burned into your mind, a painful reminder of his betrayal.

you knew you had to confront him, but the thought of facing him, of hearing whatever excuses he might try to give, made you feel sick. but you also knew you couldn’t just ignore this, couldn’t just pretend like it didn’t happen. 

wiping your tears, you forced yourself to stand, your legs feeling shaky beneath you. you didn’t know what you were going to say, or how you were going to handle this, but one thing was clear—you couldn’t keep living in the dark, waiting for him to come home, wondering where he really was. it was time to face the truth, no matter how painful it might be.

but as you stared at the photo one last time, something inside you snapped. you realized that you didn’t owe him a confrontation, didn’t need to hear his excuses or lies. he had already broken your heart—why give him the chance to hurt you even more?

you grabbed your suitcase from the closet and began tossing your clothes inside. every piece of clothing you threw into the suitcase felt like a small step toward reclaiming your life. you packed quickly, not allowing yourself to think too much, just acting on instinct

you grabbed your essentials, leaving behind anything that reminded you of him. there was no point in taking those memories with you. you wanted to leave it all behind—the lies, the heartbreak, the empty promises.

finally, with your suitcase packed, you took one last look around the room. the life you thought you had here was gone, shattered by a single photo. but as painful as it was, you knew you couldn’t stay. you couldn’t keep living in a place that no longer felt like home.

you left a note on the kitchen table, short and to the point: "I know. Don’t bother looking for me."

with that, you grabbed your suitcase, wiped away the last of your tears, and walked out the door. the sun was still shining, the world still turning, but everything had changed for you. you didn’t know where you were going, but you knew you had to get away, to start over somewhere new, where the pieces of your heart might have a chance to heal.

kpi’s notes 🗒️ : hi guys!! some angst cuz im feeling emo 👩🏽‍🎤 n e wayzzz hope you enjoyed it ❤️❤️❤️

𝙱ℯ𝓎ℴ𝓃𝒹 ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴀᴋᴇ 彡 lhs

𝚜ʏɴᴏᴘsɪs : after running away from your ex boyfriend who wasn’t faithful, you search for comfort through your best friend; lee heeseung.

sequel to : slipping away ໒ྀི sjy

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ : fem!reader // angst, fluff ( a little bit ) // warnings : mentions of cheating, cursing, fighting // ᴡᴄ.2829

you didn’t know where else to go. your feet moved on autopilot, dragging you through the empty streets that seemed to stretch on forever. the suitcase in your hand felt like dead weight, each step heavier than the last, as if it were filled with all the pain you’d just been through. the hurt from that picture, the one that tore apart everything you thought you knew, was still fresh, like a wound that wouldn’t heal. staying in that house wasn’t an option—not with those messed-up memories haunting every corner, making it hard to breathe. ....more under cut

as you stumbled towards heeseung’s place, your path took you past jake’s office building. you couldn’t help but look up at the tall glass windows, now just a cold, empty reflection of the morning light. how many times had he told you he was stuck there, working late? the excuses, the lies, all seemed so obvious now. your mind replayed the image of him with her, over and over, like a bad movie you couldn’t turn off. tears pricked your eyes and started spilling over, sliding down your cheeks as you thought about that co-worker, the one he told you not to worry about.

the more you walked, the more your thoughts spiraled, pulling you into a dark place. was she really that much prettier than you? had you somehow stopped being enough for him? what did she do that made him think it was okay to throw away everything you had? each question stabbed at you, like a knife twisting deeper into your already broken heart. you wiped your face, smearing the tears, but they kept coming, hot and salty, and the weight in your chest only grew heavier.

the streets were too quiet, like the world was holding its breath, waiting for you to break. and you were so close. but you kept walking, one foot in front of the other, because standing still hurt even more.

when you finally reached heeseung’s apartment, you stood there for a moment, frozen in place. the morning was quiet, almost too quiet, and the sound of your knuckles against the door was too loud, breaking the stillness. but you didn’t care. you couldn’t care. you needed him. you needed someone to hold you together when it felt like you were falling apart. someone to tell you that you weren’t crazy, that leaving was the right thing to do.

the door opened, and there he was—lee heeseung, your best friend, the only person who had always been there for you, even when jake started slipping away. his eyes widened when he saw you standing there, your face streaked with tears, your body trembling like a leaf in the wind. he didn’t say a word. he didn’t need to. he just pulled you into his arms, holding you tight against his chest. the second you felt his embrace, something inside you snapped, and all the tears, all the pain, came flooding out like a wave you couldn’t stop.

you clung to him, crying uncontrollably, your fingers gripping his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart. he held you like that for what felt like forever, his hand gently rubbing your back, his heartbeat steady against your ear. it was the only sound that made any sense.

after a long time, he gently pulled back, his hands holding your face. his touch was so soft, so careful, like he was afraid you might break if he wasn’t. “what happened?” he whispered, his voice filled with concern. he tried to meet your eyes, but you couldn’t. you just closed them, letting the tears flow down your face, soaking his fingers. you couldn’t speak, couldn’t find the words to describe the mess inside you. all you could do was cry, letting everything you’d been holding in finally spill over, hoping that somehow, in heeseung’s arms, you might find the strength to keep going.

“i saw a picture,” you finally said, your voice trembling. “of him... and her. he was holding her, like he used to hold me. she was kissing him, and he... he looked happy.”

the last word came out like a sob, choking on how bitter it felt. you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the image that had been burned into your mind, but it was no use. it was there, haunting you, mocking you with every beat of your heart.

“fuck,” heeseung muttered under his breath, his voice thick with barely contained anger. “i’m so sorry.”

you shook your head, tears spilling over your cheeks. “i don’t even know why i’m surprised. he’s been pulling away for months, and i just... i just ignored it. i let him lie to me, over and over again. and now... now i feel so fucking stupid.”

heeseung’s hand moved to yours, his fingers wrapping around yours in a comforting squeeze. “you’re not stupid,” he said firmly, his voice steady despite the emotions swirling in his eyes. “you loved him, and you trusted him. that’s not something to be ashamed of.”

but you couldn’t help it. the shame, the guilt, the anger—it all felt like too much, crushing down on you from all sides. “i don’t even know who i am anymore,” you whispered, the confession tearing its way out of you. “i gave him everything, and now... i don’t have anything left.”

“you have me,” heeseung said quietly, but with a certainty that made you look up. his eyes were locked on yours, filled with a warmth and determination that cut through the fog in your mind. “you’ll always have me.”

for the first time in what felt like ages, something inside you shifted, like a small crack in the wall you’d built around your heart. it wasn’t much, but it was enough to let a sliver of light in, enough to remind you that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t as lost as you felt.

“thank you,” you whispered, squeezing his hand in return. the words felt small, but they were all you had to give right now.

heeseung just nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. “we’ll get through this,” he promised, his voice steady and sure. “together.”

and in that moment, sitting on that familiar couch with heeseung by your side, you felt the smallest flicker of hope. it wasn’t much, just a tiny spark in the darkness, but it was there. and maybe, with time, it would grow into something stronger. and for now, for now this was enough.

–

it’s been a week since everything fell apart, and you still haven’t spoken to jake. the days blur together, each one feeling like the last. you try to block out the memory of that picture, but it’s stuck in your mind, like a bad dream that lingers.

heeseung let you stay with him, giving you a place to hide from the pain. he’s been there for you, never asking for more than you can give. he doesn’t push you to talk or to face all the hurt that’s tangled up inside. instead, he stays nearby, his presence like a soft blanket on a cold night, keeping you grounded when everything else feels like it’s spinning out of control.

every time your phone buzzes, your heart jumps, hoping it’s jake, finally ready to explain. but it never is. it’s like he’s disappeared, leaving behind nothing but the broken pieces of what you thought you had.

every day, heeseung gently nudges you to leave the apartment, to get some air, to stop you from just existing in the space. “you can’t stay cooped up forever,” he said, his voice soft but firm.

finally, after days of retreating into yourself, you decided to go. the walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating you, and maybe he was right. maybe fresh air would help, if only a little.

"okay," you said one afternoon, your voice barely above a whisper. heeseung's eyes brightened in relief, though he tried not to show it too much. "let’s go for that walk."

the air outside was cool, and the sunlight felt strange against your skin after being inside for so long. with each step, the weight in your chest lifted just a bit. heeseung stayed beside you, quiet, letting you set the pace. as you were walking, heeseung offered to go to a cafe around the corner, you agreed.

but then, as you turned the corner, your heart stopped. there he was. jake, walking out of the cafe, laughing with the same girl from the picture. the world seemed to freeze for a second, your breath catching in your throat as your eyes met his.

heeseung saw him too. his body tensed next to you, and for a moment, you felt his hand brush against yours, as if he was ready to pull you away or shield you from what was about to happen.

jake stopped laughing the second he saw you, his face paling as he realized who was standing in front of him. the girl beside him looked confused, glancing between you and jake, oblivious to the tension crackling in the air.

"yn..." jake’s voice trembled, like he wasn’t ready to face you. his eyes darted between you and heeseung, panic settling in. the girl beside him, still clueless, tugged at his arm, but he gently pulled away from her.

he took a step toward you, his mouth opening to speak again, but before he could, heeseung stepped in front of you, his body stiff and protective. "don't," heeseung said, his voice low and sharp. "you don’t get to just walk up to her after what you did"

jake's face tightened with regret, and he raised his hands in surrender. "i know i messed up, heeseung. i just want to talk to her. i need to explain—“

"explain?" heeseung’s voice cut through the air, sharp as a knife. "what could you possibly explain? that you lied to her? that you went behind her back? you don't get to apologize now, jake. you’re too late."

you felt frozen between them, unable to speak, the weight of the moment pressing down on your chest. jake took another step closer, his eyes pleading with you now. "yn, please, just let me talk. i never meant to hurt you."

before you could respond, heeseung shoved jake back, his jaw clenched. "don’t even try it." the sudden movement startled jake, and for a moment, it looked like he might back down, but then his face hardened, and he shoved heeseung back.

"stay out of this, heeseung," jake growled, his calm facade slipping. "this is between me and her."

"it stopped being about you and her the second you decided to cheat," heeseung snapped. and before you could even process what was happening, heeseung swung at jake, his fist connecting with jake’s jaw.

jake stumbled back, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. the tension snapped, and suddenly the two were on each other, fists flying, each punch fueled by anger and betrayal. you screamed their names, trying to pull them apart, but they were too lost in the fight to hear you.

the girl jake had been with stood frozen in shock, her eyes wide as the fight escalated.

it wasn’t until a cafe worker rushed out, clearly alarmed by the scene, that the fight broke up. the worker, a tall man with a stern expression, grabbed heeseung by the arm, yanking him back with surprising strength. "hey, that’s enough!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos.

another worker stepped between jake and heeseung, forcing distance between them. heeseung was breathing heavily, his knuckles red from the impact, while jake stood on the other side, his face bruised and bleeding.

"don’t come near her again," heeseung spat, his voice shaking with anger.

jake’s eyes flickered to you, filled with regret and pain, but he said nothing. he turned and walked away, the girl trailing behind him.

— jake's pov

jake sat at his desk, staring at the empty coffee cup in front of him, his fingers tracing the rim absentmindedly. he hadn’t been able to focus on anything all week. his phone sat next to him, screen black, no new messages—just like every other day since you had left.

you were gone. really gone.

he rubbed his face with his hands, exhaustion weighing down his entire body. the office around him was buzzing with activity, but everything felt muffled, distant. all he could think about was you. the way you used to smile when he’d walk through the door, the quiet mornings they’d share before life got too busy. but those moments felt like a distant memory now, like something he could never get back.

he had tried to explain, tried to apologize. but none of his words had reached you. the look on your face when you found out—when you *really knew what he had done—was etched into his mind. the hurt, the betrayal. he had destroyed everything.

he’d messed up. he knew it. and now, the reality of losing you was suffocating.

his eyes flicked to his phone again, hoping—no, praying—that there’d be a message from you. but the screen remained blank, the silence louder than anything he’d ever experienced. he thought back to that day at the cafe, when he saw you again with heeseung. seeing you there, seeing you so close to someone else, had broken something inside him.

heeseung had always been around, always been that solid, dependable guy for you. and now, as much as he hated to admit it, he knew heeseung was there for her in ways he hadn’t been. jake clenched his fists, remembering the fight, the way heeseung had looked at him with pure hatred. he deserved it. every punch, every harsh word—it was what he deserved for letting her slip away.

but the worst part was knowing that you had walked away from him. the one person who had believed in him, who had given him her whole heart, was gone. and it wasn’t just the physical distance that hurt. it was knowing that you’d probably never forgive him. that he had broken something too deeply to ever fix.

jake leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. the loneliness pressed in on him, the regret gnawing at his insides. you had been everything—his anchor, his calm in the storm. and now, without you, everything felt wrong.

—

as you and heeseung walked together, the weight of your past started to feel lighter, heeseung couldn’t shake off the knot of sadness that had settled in his chest. despite everything, despite how jake had hurt you, he saw the way you still had lingering feelings for him. it wasn’t just about the anger or betrayal; it was the fact that jake’s presence still had a hold on your heart, even now.

heeseung had always been there for you, quietly harboring his own feelings, watching as you tried to mend a broken heart. now, as he saw the pain in your eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness. he wanted to be the one to heal your wounds, to be the one who could make you smile again without the shadows of jake's memory lingering over you.

heeseung walked beside you, his thoughts heavy with unspoken emotions. he couldn’t deny the ache in his heart, the longing to be more than just a friend to you. but he also understood that you needed time, space, and healing. he had to be patient, even if it meant wrestling with his own heartache.

the cafe and the fight seemed like distant memories now, fading as you and heeseung continued to walk together. with each step, heeseung vowed to be there for you, no matter what. even if it meant watching from the sidelines as you sorted out your feelings for someone else, he would stand by you, offering his support and hoping that, one day, you might see him for more than just a friend.

the city’s noise came back into focus, but for now, the two of you walked on in silence, finding solace in each other’s presence. and as heeseung held your hand, he felt a glimmer of hope that, with time, things might change. for now, he would be there for you, every step of the way.

but even as he walked beside you, he couldn’t escape the gnawing feeling of inadequacy, the ever-present reminder that he was only a bystander in the wreckage of your heart. every moment with you was bittersweet, filled with the hope that one day you might see him differently, but also the crushing reality that he could never fully erase the pain jake had caused. heeseung’s heart ached with a sorrowful longing, knowing that while he could offer his support, the love he wished he could give you might always remain just out of reach.

kpi’s notes 🗒️: HI GUYS!! sooooo did you guys like it?? i know i know, its not a completely happy ending, but its not THAT sad. i just wanna say TYSM for all of the love and support you gave to “slipping away”, it really makes me happy to know people actually enjoy my writing 😊😊

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