"how do you let go of the person that felt like home?" - hwamin
"how do you say goodbye when your heart still wants to hold on?" - junkyu
hwamin and junkyu, childhood sweethearts once dreamed of achieving their idol dreams together, but what happen...
almost two weeks after you broke up, junkyu became angry.
he started hitting the gym, as advised by hyunsuk because he was beginning to become aggressive with the members. he got easily irritated, like the one time jaehyuk left an empty box of milk on the fridge and junkyu wasn’t having it. jihoon was just avoiding him at all costs, even during practice. yoshi was worried and mashiho couldn’t remain calm. the younger ones started to become a little frightened. the members were tiptoeing around junkyu, making sure they don’t say something that might anger him. they give him the seat he wants and the chicken part he likes the most. they even make him choose which movie to watch, even when he’s not even in the slightest bit interested in anything. he went to the gym five times a week, sometimes six when he’s feeling extra angry.
hyunsuk had told him that it might feel a bit better if he threw away your things from his room. although he was angry again and wanted to yell at his hyung for thinking that it would feel better, he picked up a box from their storage room and looked around the room he shares with jihoon for your things and the things that reminded him of you.
his closet reeked of your scent. no wonder he gets easily irritated because some of his clothes still smelled like you. as if he was taken into a train of memories, he remembered the last saturday you were together, three days before he decided to call it off. he couldn't even scroll through social medias without seeing your face all over his tl. he hadn't even watched the music video but saw a few clips when his members sneakily watched it.
“that bitch,” he hissed dropping the box on the floor in front of his closet. “she thinks she can just do that, doesn’t she? she thinks the world revolves around her, i was busy as well but i always came back for her when she was clingy, couldn't she do the same for me? atleast once?”
he started grabbing your clothes on the corner of the closet and one by one, he threw them forcefully in the box.
“she thinks she gets to make the calls everytime? i was the one who made her happy every day! fuck, promotions and the tour were so fucking exhausting and difficult but i called her every fucking day of the week! and, fuck, i almost fought with the ceo to save our relationship and it apparently meant nothing to her! i-i fucking introduced her to my family! i took her home and made my mother cook her best dishes! fucking hyunjin, the cold-hearted asshole, even likes her so fucking much and thinks i’m going to end up with her! she thinks she can just wreck me and get away with it? fuck her. fuck you, hwamin! fuck you.”
each item held a memory that’s forever etched into his heart. therefore, he threw each one on the box with so much force, the box looked like it’s going to break. he cursed you with every item. and just when he thought he has released most of his anger, he looked around and realized his side of the room was almost empty.
he had removed the pillowcases because you bought him that. the blanket was yours, too; he stole it from your room one day because it smelled and felt like you, sweet and soft. he took away half of his clothes because you had your favorites and you always wore them when you came over. he even dumped his bonbon, because you helped him name it.
and so he was angry again, like the entire hour of cursing your name and throwing away everything that reminded you of him did nothing to ease his anger. he was going to scream at hyunsuk because it didn’t make him feel any better.
if anything, it made him think of you even more.
kim junkyu hated you with every fiber of his being.
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