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

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hwamin pov

when you asked him if he wanted to drink anything, he refused and said he’d help you with dinner, although it was only five in the afternoon. you agreed and proceeded to the kitchen, taking the groceries out of their bags and putting them in their designated places.

while you two stood inches from each other, junkyu's tall figure reaching up to the top cabinets while you took out the empty boxes from the drawers, he felt it. like he was home.

it was all too familiar, and if it weren’t for the new arrangement of your living room, the sight looked like it was from a year ago, when he came home after a long day of practice and saw that you had just come back from the supermarket as well. your warmth was familiar. you and him. it was as if you were both home.

“i was wondering,” you spoke up while you painstakingly transferred a bag of sugar to its container. “whether you wanted fried chicken or braised pork for dinner?”

there it was again. his heart was hammering against his chest and he wondered why you couldn’t hear it. he swallowed the lump on his throat and looked at you, letting his hands fall on the cold counter. you were talking so casually, like the entire four months of being separated did nothing to you, like he never inflicted pain on you, like he never left.

you had an evident radiance on your face, and you had always been beautiful but compared to your eyes on the night in his car, it was brighter, like the sadness was suddenly swept away from your inside. and he couldn’t believe that after all this time, your eyes still spoke for you.

“…so what do you think?” you asked after blabbering about dinner.

when you realized he wasn’t responding, you stopped filling up the container with sugar and slowly looked at him.

your eyes met and junkyu hoped you could see the love and adoration in his eyes. he hoped he was showing it enough and god, he wanted to hold you so badly that he had to clench his fist against the marble counter to stop himself from doing that.

“junkyu?” you asked, waking him up from his trance.

“a-ah,” he stuttered. “fried… f-fried chicken is okay.”

junkyu recognized the glint in your eyes. your features softened even more at the realization that he was staring at you and they’ve never looked more dazzling.

putting the half-full bag of sugar carefully on the counter, you turned to face him, your hip resting on the counter. you eyed him and thoroughly observed his face and junkyu wanted nothing more than to kiss you right there and then.

“are you okay, kyu?”

his heart fluttered at how you called him by his nickname.

“if… if you don’t want to be here, that’s okay,” you slowly said, turning back and looking at the bag of sugar in front of you. “it’s okay. did hyunsuk force you to come here as an apology for not making it the week before? i told him it was fine. You sh—”

“minnie.”

“—shouldn’t have came all the way here if—”

“hwamin.”

“—you didn’t want to. it’s fine, i understand—”

“listen.”

“—that you didn’t want to—”

“minnie, please.”

“—talk to me. i was just wondering if i could tell—”