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

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a couple of weeks of his anger slowly transformed into… the members aren’t sure what it’s called. but it’s somewhere between being angry, feeling desolate, and a little bit of desperation.

he came home one day with two boxes of beer on hand, and hyunsuk wanted to tell him he shouldn’t drink because they had an early schedule the next day but resorted to just letting him drink his ass off all night, thinking that it’s going to help him.

it didn’t.

this went on for almost two weeks; two weeks of mood swings, drinking every single night, working with a hangover, getting yelled at by the staff, almost getting kicked out of a variety show, and just… disaster. hyunsuk knew he needed to end this, and so he blocked junkyu's way towards the fridge one night and asked him if they could talk. junkyu refused, telling the leader that he’d rather drink then sleep. but hyunsuk, for the first time since the breakup, yelled at him and told him that if he wasn’t going to talk to him properly, he’s pulling him out for the rest of the promotions. junkyu yelled back and told him that he could do whatever he wanted because he was, after all, the leader.

“do you really want that?” hyunsuk challenged. “because you know I can, junkyu.”

“go on, then,” the other boy retorted. “fucking call the management if you want to.”

the others were slowly walking towards the kitchen, where the two yelled at each other.

“you think I’m scared of getting kicked out?” junkyu countered again. “go! kick me out of the promotions for all i fucking care! you all don’t fucking understand what’s going on. i did this! she's not here with me!”

“the world doesn’t revolve around her, junkyu!” the older one screamed back. “she’s probably out there living her life, promoting happily, having fun, while you’re here drowning on your sadness and dragging everything with you! you need to get a fucking grip, junkyu! who cares if she’s gone?” hyunsuk continued, breathing heavily to pause. “you have us!” he screamed one last time before calming himself down and relaxing his voice. “you still have us. aren’t we enough?” he asked.

junkyu closed his eyes and then opened them back. he looked around and realized that the rest of the members were already huddled near them.

“you don’t understand. none of you do,” he muttered.

“because you never tell us anything!” jihoon complained. “why can’t you tell us? we're the leaders; you’re supposed to be telling us things so we could fix this.”

junkyu was tired. they had an early shoot at the crack of dawn. practice that afternoon was more painful than usual and he felt like his entire body was about to give up. he even got shit from their manager for looking so glum and visibly hangover during the shoot. he got a call from his mother, telling him that his manager has called her and asked her for help to get him to stop being a fucking asshole (although his mother never said that, he knew that’s what they meant). he just wanted to grab a few bottles of beer from the fridge and go drink at the rooftop and maybe pass out there. but hyunsuk was getting in the way of that.

“maybe,” he started, breathing heavily, “you guys aren’t doing a good job at being a leader, then, if you can’t get me to talk about and fix this.”

jihoon and hyunsuk were stunned that they froze on their spots. the members audibly gasped before yoshi and jaehyuk stepped in to pull junkyu away from jihoon and hyunsuk.

“that’s enough, junkyu,” yoshi angrily muttered. “get out.”

“you’re kicking me out, too?” junkyu asked. he couldn’t believe yoshi was telling him to get out. he stopped on his tracks, making the two boys stop as well. he aggressively shrugged off both their hands that were gripping both his arms and looked around.