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

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hwamin pov

the next time you saw junkyu was unexpected; you were just about to walk out of the grocery, cradling two paper bags full of items on both your arms.

he ran after you, a small paper bag in his hand, and called your name.

“j-junkyu,” you replied, confused at why he was suddenly calling your name. “i didn’t see you…”

“uh, yeah,” he coughed. “can i help you with that?”

“you can but you may not,” you joked lightly, discombobulating him for a second before he finally cracked the smile you missed the most.

“please, may i help you?” he asked, and you nodded and handed him the other bag. “home?” you nodded again.

the walk back to your apartment was quite short but you could settle for that (although deep inside you really wished the grocery was ten more minutes away).

“i’m…”

“have…”

you laughed and looked at him. you really did miss that smile.

“you first,” you said, looking away.

“no, you,” he answered.

“i was going to ask if you’ve eaten,” you replied, walking as slowly as you can, hoping junkyu would catch on and walk slower. “i mean… i got a bit hungry, that’s why i went to the grocery. initially, i only wanted to buy chicken and stuff for its dressing but i ended up shopping for the entire week.”

he let out a chuckle. “i haven’t. are you offering that i come and eat at your apartment?”

you nodded. “i mean, if that’s okay with you. don’t you have practice or something?”

“it ended a while ago. i ran to the grocery to buy some banana milk because the convenience store near the dorm ran out.”

“i see…” you replied, attempting to hide the smile from your face but failing to do so.

you were about to cross the road when he asked how you were doing. you chuckled in reply and said you’d do all the talk back in your apartment.

“what were you going to say?” you asked once you entered your building.

“i thought we were gonna do all the talking in your apartment?”

“touché.”

it was silent for the most part, just your footsteps against the hard, cold concrete and the sound of paper crunching while you walked. it was the kind of silence you used to have on tired nights, when he chose to come home to you instead of the dorm after an entire day of shooting and interacting with other people; the kind of silence when you just stroke his hair while he attempted to sleep all the stress away after an argument with the members; the kind of silence you and junkyu used to (perhaps still do) cherish.

it wasn’t like the silence in his car a few sad weeks ago, when he dropped you off you to your apartment, or that night on your apartment months ago. neither of you felt suffocated. and despite it being familiar, it still felt new, like a breath of fresh air in spring after a long time of cold winter nights. it was the first time in months that you felt this kind of comfort and you were hoping junkyu felt the same way.

when you arrived at your apartment, you felt that sense of familiarity again when junkyu removed his shoes and struggled to take off his coat while carrying the bag of groceries. you nonchalantly reached out to take the groceries from him and placed them on the counter. it was almost too casual, too normal.

when you turned to face him and ask him if he wanted to drink anything, he was looking around, a small smile adorning his beautiful face.

“what do you think of the new look?” you asked, walking closer to him. he remained on his spot, eyes still wandering.

“it…” he started, but stopped when his eyes stopped on you. “it looks great.”

“it still feels like home,” was what junkyu wanted to say but decided against it.
“thanks,” you replied. “it was a tough task to move things. i almost didn’t want to continue rearranging the entire place but i had already moved the couch and TV across the room, so I thought i might as well just move everything else.”

“you moved everything by yourself?” he asked, eyes lingering back to the couch that used to be where he’s standing. his head almost threw him off down the memory cliff, but he was able to stop himself.

you laughed. “i did.”

“you’re so small,” he mumbled, looking back at you, eyeing you from the top of your head to your socks. “you haven’t grown? not even an inch?”

you let out a laugh, one that junkyu missed so much. And it was even more heart fluttering because he made you laugh. “not everyone is as selfish as you are when it comes to height, kim junkyu.”

junkyu knew how pathetic he must look at that moment. he couldn’t stop himself from smiling and he was sure his eyes were full blown heart eyes while he watched you talk about your struggles when you decided to rearrange your entire place.

you looked happy. junkyu wished you always felt that way.