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

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Hwamin POV

You’ve been contemplating to move out of your current apartment and go back to the dorm or move in back to your home. The yearly rent is due in a few months, anyway, and you don’t think you can still live in the place where your love with junkyu both bloomed and withered.

It seems like an extreme move just because of a break up, but a new place just might be what you need after living there in comfort for years.

Every side of the room reminds you of him, your relationship mostly grew in this very place and everything that you do seems to bring yourself back to the time when he’d be there to do it with you.

You were happy, yes, but it’s getting tiring to suddenly cry out of nowhere every now and then.

You sigh as you stare at your apartment building, a small carrier on your hand. You’ve been sleeping in jihoon's apartment by yourself, a place he has bought for privacy when he needs it though he still mostly stays at the dorm.

He has kindly offered it to you when he figured out what made you keep on crying at home, and you finally agreed, spending your time there for a week just to see if a new place is what you need. The answer is both yes and no, it turns out.

It’s not just your place, but everything reminds you of Junkyu. His traces are far too strong in your life and you don’t exactly want to erase them, either.

Before you knew it, you’re already inside of the elevator, going up to your floor as you brace yourself to see the shadows of your past again.

When the elevator dings, indicating you’ve reached your floor, you sigh as the door opens, stopping immediately as Junkyu stares at you from the other side. He seems just as surprised, gulping hardly as his eyes travel down from your face that he’s missed so much to the carrier on your hand.

“Can we talk?”

"Did… did you go somewhere?” he finally says after a beat, the only sound he can hear is the sound of both your and his breathing.

You shake your head a little as if being taken back to reality, finally moving to go out of the elevator as the elevator’s door start to close a little.

“Yeah, just… for a few days” you answer, avoiding his eyes. You’ve briefly seen his face earlier, there are dark circles prominent under his eyes and you’re sure he’s lost some weight judging from his nonexistent cheeks.

Junkyu moves forward, his hands hesitantly reaching out to your carrier. “Let me… let me take it for you.”

You let him be, saying a soft ‘thank you’ as his scent suddenly fills your sense when he reaches down to take your carrier from you.

Has it really been two months since the last time he’s this close to you? Why does it feel like forever?

An awkward silence settles in between the both of you, something that you haven’t experienced with junkyu in your presence. Is this really what has come to the both of you?

You quickly make your way to your door, typing in the code and junkyu follows in with your carrier in tow.

He inhales sharply as you turn the lamp on, the sight of your apartment nearly chokes him with memories. His gaze goes around a bit, he’s missed it so much, even dreams of it a couple of times. You’ll never know this, but there are days when junkyu just mindlessly walks around and ends up in front of your building.

Everytime, the security guard recognizes him and greets him cheerfully and he almost cries when he asks why he hasn’t been coming and if he’d like his help to get in.

“Where should I put this?” he asks at last, fidgeting to himself.

“Just put it near the bookshelf” you tell him softly as you walk to the kitchen to get water. Honestly speaking, you’re just looking to get away from him for a bit.

You kind of see it coming, because you know how Junkyu is. But even so, you’re still not prepared for it and you don’t think you’ll ever be.

When you feel like you’re calm enough, you walk out with two mugs in your hands to see him awkwardly standing in the living room. It kind of upsets you. Junkyu used to basically live here, knowing every corner of your place like it’s his. Now he’s standing there in discomfort as if it’s a foreign place for him.