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

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>>>>hwamin pov

“do you like, I don’t know, use your brain ever” you demanded as you walked into the emergency room, worry etched into your brow as you walked in with junkyu, his manager accompanying you two.

he had injured himself and you had to rush with him after practice

“hey lovebirds ! back again? what did he do this time?” the ER staff greeted you with a cheeky smile. You returned the smile and turned to junkyu gesturing for him to explain.

“The box failed to mention that the blade on the machine would be exposed and extremely sharp,” junkyu mused, gesturing to his hand now covered in protective gauze. “Thirteen stitches this time, that’s the most yet” Junkyu grinned, looking from the staff member up to you. You shook your head and rolled your eyes.

“You are the clumsiest idiot I’ve ever met” you stated, running a hand through your hair as your panic started to settle. He was going to be alright, and that honestly was the only thing you cared about.

“Now, just sit here and don’t move while I sign your release paper” you grumbled, shooting junkyu a pointed look as he sat up straighter.

“Yes, ma’am” he responded, grinning as you walked over to the desk.

After all of the paperwork was complete, you sat next to him in one of the hospital chairs.

“Somehow, I always seem to end up here. with you.” You grumbled, wondering how you had gotten stuck with such an accident-prone boyfriend.

“Soulmate shit, it’s hardcore as hell.” He responded, bumping your shoulder softly. You chuckled, looking over at him as you rolled your eyes. No matter how many times you did this same routine, the worry and panic you felt never faded.

One of the staff members returned with a bag of medical gauze and ointments for his wound. “You know, you might want to learn how to give stitches hwamin. It would probably save you a lot of time in the long run” the staff chuckled.

“You know that’s not a bad idea...” Junkyu teased, laughing with the staff member as you groaned and buried your face into your hands. Junkyu was seriously going to be the death of you one day.

“Next time, can you call me when you want to put together some new gadget for your apartment. DIY is not your strongsuit” you winced, giving him a pleading look as he waved off your concern.

“I just want to point out that this time, it was not MY fault,” he began. You had heard this same story dozens of times before, but you didn’t want to point that out. “They really should put better warning labels on things... hey! Maybe we could sue the company” he exclaimed, causing a giggle to escape your lips. He grinned down at you.

“There, I hate when you get that worried and concerned expression on your face. It makes me think you care about me” Junkyu shuddered at the thought. laughing, you smacked his shoulder.

“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” You reminded him.“Though, don’t be surprised if you wake up one of these days wrapped in bubble wrap,” you mused, smirking as a haunted expression passed over his features. Turning, you stood and headed toward the entrance of the ER, a grin plastered over your features.

“Hey, minnie , you wouldn’t...” junkyu breathed, hurrying to chase after you. “You wouldn’t go that far,” he chuckled, but nervously his eyes flickered down to look at you. Shrugging, you continued to walk, letting him come to his conclusion about how far you would go.

“Look, I’ll be more careful, I promise,” he whined, pouting a little bit as he sped up to catch up with you. You knew that was a lie; he attracted minor accidents like moths to a flame... but you wouldn’t have him any other way.