Insane (Reader x Im Nayeon)

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Fuck. Screw Everything!

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01/12/2019

She comforted me today.

I didn't go to rehearsals. I skipped dance practice even though I know that I have to perform at the Music Bank Tomorrow. I didn't even wanna get up from my bed. I didn't wanna eat. I didn't wanna think. Not after I saw Sungjae's post.

It was a picture of him and Joy with Joy hugging him from behind with her arms around her neck.

That was probably the clingiest picture of the two of them that I've ever seen. No matter how clingy Joy was, most pf her pictures with Sungjae were just them being close to each other or holding his arms. After all, Sungjae was the cover up, I was the real Boyfriend.

Was

Fuck. I was her boyfriend. Not anymore.

The caption of the photo made sure of that: "Something right and Real"

It hasn't even been ten days since Joy and I broke up but she was already being happy with someone else. The pain I was feeling was 1000 times greater than delaying my comeback. It was the most painful feeling I have ever experienced.

My friends were concerned and my manager has been banging my door for 30 minutes now. They've been texting and calling me so I turned off my phone. I didn't want their pity. I didn't want anyone except Joy.

But she was no longer mine.

I cried, punched the pillows, the bed, I threw books on my wall. But none of those made me feel better. Not the slightest.

I heard my door wasn't banging anymore and I can hear my manager's footsteps fading. She finally accepted that I won't open the door.

It was late afternoon already when someone rang the doorbell. I Ignored it. But the person was persistent, they kept ringing the doorbell until it was my ears that rang, it was more irritating than the banging of my door. So I stood up from my bed to turn away whoever it was on my door.

I callously opened the door, ready to scream at whoever is at my door.

But I was unprepared to see Nayeon wearing an oversized Sweatshirt, white pants and a pair of sneakers, standing on my doorstep with knitted brows and looks that could kill.

"What took you so long to open the door?" She snapped before barging in

My jaw dropped in annoyance

"Your Apartment?!" I asked angrily when I recovered before slamming the door "What are you even doing here?"

Nayeon rolled her eyes before putting down a bag of kimbap and Ice Cream on my dining table.

"I was about to ask you to watch a movie but I can't contact you so I just went here." She said simply "And you look like shit"

I suddenly became conscious of my appearance. I was sure I looked like hell with my messy hair, tank top, and sweatpants. I hid my embarrassment behind anger. She wasn't supposed to be here. I didn't want her to be here.

"How did you even know where I live? And I don't want company right now" I hissed "And even if you're gonna say you're gonna post that damned recording I don't care! Maybe that would be a reason for her to come back to me" I said bitterly towards the end