daydream \ nct.

salt on wound / k.dy

//member : kim doyoung

// genre : angst, exes-meeting again au, fluff

// summary : a school project forces you to interview your exboyfriend and talk about why and how your relationship went down hill.

// word count : 5k+ words

one.

mouth agape, you remained staring at your laptop's screen- the words scribbled on it becoming blurred as you start to doze off after the initial shock you just had, mind going into overdrive. you've gotta be kidding me. just as you were about to re-read the email your professor had sent you minutes ago, the front door bursts open. your roommate struts in, a grin on her face as she plops beside you on the couch. she was about to open her mouth to speak whatever bullshit she has on her mind when her eyes caught your laptop, squinting to read whatever is on the screen. when she had read the message once, she looks at you with an unreadable expression on her face, then back to the screen again, and then at you before she bursts out laughing, head thrown back.

"i swear, if you dont stop laughing right now.."

but being the little shit that she is, your friend continued to cackle, louder this time, as if she has the intention to get into your nerves, which she is doing a very good job at. you let her laugh while you swim in your little pool of irritation until she runs out of breath and legitly choked on her own saliva. recovering from her death-and-life situation, your friend clears her throat and states, "so, when are you going to text him?"

"are you nuts? there's no way im going to do this shit."

"why not? need i remind you that minor subjects tend to fuck up your grades? it might pull your overall average down."

"yeah, like i give a shit."

"i know you do." she deadpanned, shifting on her seat to speak at you properly, "y/n, i dont know why you're so pressed up about this. dont you realize that this activity might've brought you an oppurtunity?"

rolling your eyes, you grunted "oppurtunity to what? to rub salt all over the wounds every other ex-partners in his class has?"

"oh please, stop bitching around because you werent the one who was left alone up in the air." there's a jab on your chest at your friend's words but you knew better than to stop her because you just know she's about to give you a lecture that slaps you right across your face- which is probably needed right now, no lie. "this is your chance to talk things formally and break things with a light heart, if you still want to do that. you do remember what you did right? you left him, y/n, through a fucking text message. you ended a 17-month old relationship through a text without an explanation, without talking through it- without any shit. dont you realize he, for the least, deserves a proper closure from you?"

your friend succeeded on slapping some senses on you because as you lie on your bed later that night, heart thrumming in your ribcage, your thumb was already hovering above the send button on the corner of your phone's screen, with a message already typed out. shakily pressing the button, you let out a deep exhale once the word 'delivered' popped out below your message. fucking hell, im really going to do this shit.