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third
"wonpil," you start, trying to find the right words.
"what?" he asks emotionless, focusing on writing his lyrics. "i'm kind of busy, why?" he finally looks up at you after hours of bothering him. it felt like as if he just recognized your presence, his mouth pulling up to a smile.
"i miss you," you blurt out, but your heart hurt.
"why so suddenly?" he chuckles, unaware of your frustration. "i'm here, you're here- almost everyday you visit me though?" he gets your hand and caresses it.
"i miss us," that's where wonpil finally found out something was wrong with you. he waited for you to talk more, not wanting to worsen your mood. "i'm really really happy that you're doing what you want and- and, your dreams are right in front of your nose!" your tears threatened to fall, but you shook it away with a chuckle.
"y/n-," you stop him with shaking your head harshly.
"but no matter what i do, i miss us. i miss having to talk to you, having to have more than 10 minutes of talking to you, wonpil. i miss being happy with you," you finally mumble out, making him flustered.
he didn't know what to do. were you asking him to pick between you and his career he's been building? were you just asking him for more time with you? were you just telling him all of these to get it all off your chest? or were you asking for something else?
"i think we need a break," you mumble and burst in tears, looking down at your hands.
well that didn't cross his mind.
he was just staring at you, dumbfounded. was it necessary for you to take it this far?
"talk, wonpil." you asked him, desperate. but he didn't budge.
he wanted to stop you, he wanted to protect the relationship, but no words came out of his mouth. unconsciously, his eyes darted to you and to the unfinished lyrics he has been focusing on for hours.
"i'm sorry," he mumbles.
you burst to tears more, only because of one reason.
the very least, you wanted him to fight for your relationship. was it that easy to let go of you?
you scoff sarcastically, wiping your tears away.
"if that's what you want, then we should." he sighs, turning his back on you and continuing on his work.
you look at his back as if someone stupefied you, asking yourself if he even cared about you.
you also turn your back at him, leaving the studio. you were a mess leaving the company, but you couldn't care less.
"fucking idiot," you mumble as you stumble your way inside the taxi, going to a hotel instead of your shared apartment.
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without half an hour passing, he finally finished his lyrics he was so torn just an hour ago.
he sighed looking at the finished work, satisfied on his work but he felt something missing.
"i finished but where are you?" he scorned at himself, hitting his head on the table. "a song for fans turned to a song for you, how great." he sarcastically hit his head once again, staring at the paper.
"wonpil," someone knocks on the door and lets himself in.
"hyung," young k sits where you were sitting awhile ago, patting his friend on his back.
"can't write? what happened? do you need help?" he worriedly look at the helpless man in front of him. his eyes land on the paper and inhaled a chunk of air. "you're done, though?" he looked at wonpil as if he saw a ghost. "and.. its great!" young k punches him lightly and reread the lyrics.
"i'll just make another one,"
"why?" he was very satisfied of the work, until something sparked on his mind. "oh, you were appointed to do the one for the fans.." young k muttered but nevertheless, unbothered.
"nothing comes up in my mind, hyung. everything is so confusing. y/n wanted a break because i couldn't focus on her at times, and i really don't know what i should do next," he sighs and looks at young k, asking for help.
"i've got something on my drafts, i think i can deal with that." young k smiles at the younger one. he lifts the paper up at wonpil. "we'll get this through. but before we pass it, i can't give you the answers to your questions. i want you to read this again and find your answers." he smiles and leaves the paper on the table, going back to the practice room.
he sighs for the nth time, reading the lyrics he wrote.
[ day6 - like a flowing wind ]
i said ''i miss you'' i said ''good night'' as if i'm feeling just fine i've endured well tears are finally falling
because i really love you maybe that's why it hurts this much even if it's not the best maybe i can still be happy that's what i thought
because i tried my best maybe that's why it's tiring it's not going to be easy maybe i have to let you go that's what i thought
tears flowed out of his eyes.
he needed to let you go in order for you to find the happiness you deserved. because if he cannot give it, then who will if he hasn't let go of you yet?
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you looked outside the veranda, trying to suppress your emotions with a beer on your hand.
"do i deserve better?" you ask yourself, puffing a chuckle. "why can't you just be better for me?" you take a sip of your beer, drinking the night away.
under the same stars, the same relationship- but different mindsets. how will you be able to continue this relationship?
