LOVE IS GONE - is this an end for us? (junkyu x reader)

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Hwamin POV

junkyu had texted you ten minutes ago that he’d be arriving in about fifteen minutes. it wouldn’t be a lie to say your heart didn’t jump at the notification, not expecting him to message you personally.

the message above that was junkyu telling you to take care with a 'this is a goodbye for us' sent two years ago, after that he had stopped calling you, texting you, everything was stopped.

<<<flashback>>>

a message you didn’t reply to because you were already crying your heart out after the now mutual break up since he said he'd move on, soojin hugged you tight as her hand went up and down on your back.

bx was there, too, but you couldn’t care enough to ask why he was there. he didn’t say anything, just walked to the kitchen to get you a glass of water and then an aspirin in case you felt too dizzy from too much crying.

you’re pretty sure the clumsy hand that caressed your head belonged to bx and not soojin.

>>>end of flashback<<<

going downstairs to wait for him, you find your mom in the kitchen, busy making food.

“you’re up early” she says, acknowledging your presence.

“yep,” you reply, going through the fridge. “didn’t i tell you i’m going to the amusement park with soojin and the others?”

your mom looks at the table clock near her. “at 8 am?”

“well, junkyu is going around picking people up and i’m first so i gotta wake up earlier.” you shrug, pouring orange juice to a small glass.

“are you back together with him?”

“no?”

“then why is he picking you up?”

you sigh, putting down the glass after gulping the juice. “everyone was so excited and i didn't want to cancel it. we’re still in the same circle, after all.”

“oh, well.” your mom shrugs. “don’t be too awkward in the car.”

you just nod, praying the same thing as you rummage through your bag, realizing you haven’t brought your portable battery. sighing to yourself, you go back upstairs to get it and make sure you have everything you need for the day.

taking a look in the mirror, you’re suddenly aware of what you’re wearing; a pair of black short jeans with a maroon sweater that junkyu used to say was his favorite.

you aren’t lying when you say it you simply wear it because it was the first thing you grab from your closet. you genuinely contemplate on changing your top, but decided against so when you hear your mom calling you from downstairs, saying your ride is here.

junkyu probably won’t realize, you say to yourself.

getting out of your trance, you quickly go downstairs only to see junkyu sitting in the living room, awkwardly conversing with your mom.

“uh… why are you here?” you blurt out, not knowing what else to say.

“i’m… picking you up?” he snaps his gaze to you as he answers, confused.

you look at him in disbelief. “i mean why are you inside?”

“where are your manners?” your mom scolds you instead, making you pout at her. “i’m sorry, junkyu. she can be harsh sometimes, i’m sure you know.”

junkyu gapes a little, unsure how to reply. thankfully, he doesn’t have to, because your mom just waves her hand away, already retreating to the kitchen.

“anyway, just bring her home safely. you know i trust her with you.”

the silence you share with junkyu is nowhere near comfortable, the both of you gaping into space, blinking continuously.

“let’s…go?” junkyu finally says timidly, fidgeting on the sofa.

you bite down the bottom of your lips as you let out an exasperated laugh, already knowing today is going to be a long one.

shaking your head in disbelief, you lead the way out of the house with junkyu trailing behind.

~~

the car ride was awful to say the least.

the part that you didn’t think of is the fact that you don’t want to sit beside him but there’s no way you can sit in the back when you’re the first person he picks up.

so, you let junkyu decide.

junkyu was about to open the door when he notices you standing awkwardly near the car.

“would it be uncomfortable if you sit in front?” he asked

you looked at him.

“you’d rather make me look like a chauffeur and sit at the back, then?” he tries to joke a little, his usual lame jokes that you usually laugh at because it’s nonsensical the way he keeps on making them.

junkyu bites the inside of his cheek. he knew it is going to be awkward. but even he thought he could stay cool and at least be the not awkward one. but who is he kidding?

he sighs a little, making you look up at him. “just… sit wherever you want. i don’t mind if you want to sit at the back. sua is going to kill me if we’re late.”

as junkyu opens the door to his seat, you exhale a deep breath you don’t even realize you were holding. making up your mind, you go the other side and sit beside him, not wanting to make things worse than it already is.

“i’m sorry” you mumble, putting on your seatbelt.

“hm?” the guy turns to you, not sure if you’re talking to him or to yourself.

“i’m sorry for being difficult. i didn’t mean to” you say quietly yet firmly.

he chuckles a little, finding the situation funny for some reason even he doesn’t understand. "it’s understandable. let’s just… try not to be awkward as much as we can, okay? you were looking forward to this, too.”

you just nod, gripping the seatbelt.

“yeah… i was.”

the conversation stops there.

junkyu was kind enough to turn the radio on to fill the silence.

“uh…” you start, remembering how he sits down with you mom earlier.

junkyu doesn’t say anything, waiting for you to continue. his fingers drumming against the steering wheel, an unfamiliar song starts playing on the radio.

“my mom… didn’t say anything weird, did she?”

your ex-boyfriend hums, leaning forward to see the traffic light. “what do you deem weird?”

“anything she might say about me?”

"and if she asked whether we will ever get back together? is that weird?”

“what??” you scream out of shock. making junkyu jump a little. ge looks at you in shock, his eyes widening like a rabbit.

“she didn’t… actually say that, right? please say no.”

junkyu looks forward, noticing the light is about to turn green. “no, then.”