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Kim Jun Myeon/ Suho

{ Shared house }

Recently, Suho is never home. He is always out somewhere, with nobody knows who and come back late. It make you angry, because all that time, he could spend it with you, but no he waste it with someone else. Tonight is not an exception. You are giving up on waiting for him and went in your shared bedroom to get some sleep.

As you were about to close your eyes, you heard the door opening and shoes getting throwed away. You didn't move, since you recognize Suho's footstep. You just took the blanket to not be cold and try to fall back asleep. After some minutes making really loud noises, Suho came into the room and placed himself in the bed.

You couldn't sleep anymore, thoughts were invading your mind, keeping you awake. You felt Suho turning around to cuddle you, but when you felt his hand touching your shoulder, you move so he couldn't. "You're awake?"
"Mmh." "Did I wake you up?" "Kinda." Your voice was cold while his was tired. "I'm sorry baby, I tried to be silent." "Don't worry, it's okay. Good night." "Good night." His answer made your anger grow bigger, does he care?

He turned around and around in bed making the bed sheets make an atrocious sound that obviously kept you awake. After some time without moving he started speaking. "Are you mad at me?" "Why wouldn't I?" "I don't know tell me." If he don't see it himself what's the matter to tell him? "It's not worth it, go to sleep tomorrow you will, again, come home at impossible hours."

"So this is it. It is because I spend too much time without you huh?" "No, it's because you are ALWAYS without me and I don't even know where to find you!" You sat in bed to face him and he did the same. "Are you thinking I could cheat on you?" "No! Maybe... I don't know, I'm still hopping you aren't, but what am I supposed to know when I know absolutely nothing about you recently."

"Oh stop, you know me better than anyone, don't act like that." He found you miserable to start a fight about so little, you could see it in his eyes even if the room was only lighted up by the poor light of the moon. "I just want to talk, we are grown up we can do that!" "Then why did you make it into an argument and tried to avoid it at first?" "Because I knew it would end up like this."

"Look if you aren't happy you just have to leave." Is that what he wants? "To go where? This is my home as much as it's yours. I pay the bills just like you do." "So you want to make it about money now?" Why is he going far away from the real subject you wanted to talk about first?

"No absolutely not, you are the one that started talking about leaving. By the way, do you want me to leave? If you do... I'll go, but it's the last thing I want." "I don't know, do whatever you want, you just pissed me off."

You nodded running out of arguments and of courage to argue with him. "Okay then." You simply said. "Okay, this is all you have to say?"
"Yeah... goodnight?" You were scared that you pissed him off too much and that he couldn't pardon you later. He huffed a goodnight and you felt your heart bleeding.

You messed up bad this time. "Suho... I'm so sorry I... I don't want to lose you..." you were on the verge of crying and your shaking voice was betraying you, but you had to tell him. "You won't... just sleep I'm tired." "Yeah... cuddles?"
"No." This was the harshest no ever.

The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed and an empty rib cage. «You won't lose him Y/N, you won't...» you were telling yourself. You still send him a good morning text, wich he didn't answered, but you understand. He is mad and it's because of you. Of course he wasn't doing bad things, but it was making you sad.

You were cursing yourself for what you did last night, but there's no turning back, unfortunately. But then you remembered that you had to work. You prepared yourself for work and putted a smile mask on your face so nobody will ask you what's wrong.

The day passed in an horribly long pace. Your foot seemed to have no will to do as your brain ordered and it was a painful day. You called Suho once in the morning, but you had no answers. You drove to your house, 3 hours late. You took as much time possible at work and took more hours just to be left from the heavy atmosphere of the house. Your boyfriend's car wasn't on the driveway and you had the feeling that he wasn't there.
You were right, cause he was nowhere to be found.

You got used to spend the night alone, but this one felt different. More long. More sad. Less hopeful. Less will. Everything you did was in a slow motion, you weren't there at your fullest and you hated that feeling. The feeling that a part of you was gone. At the same hour of the day before, you gave up and went to bed. It was the best part of the day, because you had hope. Hope he would come home just like yesterday and forget everything.

But your hope got crushed in millions of pieces when you fell asleep lonely in an empty bed with nothing else than sadness to sing you to bed. He didn't come. And will probably won't come back before long enough for your soul to leave you.

See. There you were wrong, for once. Because the next morning, someone was playing in your hair. You feared that it was only a dream and kept your eyes closed for longer. The warm breath hitting your neck was probably an hallucination from your brain, a tricky game. The thing that made you woke up finally was the familiar hand touching your cheek. The face above you had angelic features and your heart started beating again.

"Suho?" "Hey... good morning." You smiled in answer. You felt your eyes being dry, meaning your cried last night. "I think we are both sorry, aren't we?" You nodded. He is right, like always, you are so sorry, but why is he?
"Why are you sorry?" You asked him as you sat. He opened his arms for a hug and you clearly didn't refuse it.

"I didn't come last night. You cried. And... the fight, it's not your fault. You were just trying to tell me how you felt and the tiredness that manipulated my body made me say horrible things to you. I was craving those cuddles."
You giggles in his neck and wanted to see his face, how sincere he is, but didn't in case it was the last hug. He is sincere you know that.

"I'm also sorry... I shouldn't doubt you. I love you." He got out of the hug and you wanted to stopped him but didn't move. "I love you too."
He gently kissed you and you pictured this moment in your head forever. You have so much luck.

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