Soorim x Hooni Oneshots

Just Look At Me - 1

I was gonna post this after November immediately so i could tell y'all i won NNN but i forgot 😞

The angst I wanted to write about for a while I finally produced 😍 NOT ORIGINAL THIS IDEA IS NOT MINE!! The picture of Hooni above is how Hooni currently looks. There will be a pt 2 to this ^

(Angst)

Warnings: Unsure (Ion rlly know)

I got home from work and opened the door waiting for a "Hello!" or "Welcome back, how was work?" However, I was only returned the sound of silence. He was so glued to the screen of his phone that it was unbearable. I looked at him and almost felt like breaking down right there and then. It hurts to realize you're own partner no longer cares about you.

I waved my hand in front of his face and he instantly smacked my hand away. "Soorim...?" He paused his game and looked up at me. "Oh, Hooni... Welcome back from work." As soon as he said that he went right back to playing his game. It's almost like he didn't recognize me. Yes, my hair has grown and is pretty long but I'm not that unrecognizable. I got up from my position and headed for the room Soorim and I slept in. He didn't bother to clean.

I snapped.

If this was the way he wanted it... It will be the way he wants it. I began to pack my bags stuffing every one of my clothes inside the bag. I organized and cleaned the room. I was never a clean freak but I've grown to become a clean freak. I used to live in the filthiest condition and seeing a messy room like mine used to be had triggered me a lot. Once I cleaned everything up I grabbed my bag and exited the room Soorim and I shared. I walked into the living room staring in his direction.

Just staring... quietly begging for him to acknowledge me, quietly begging him to say the words I want to hear, quietly begging him to tell me to stay.

Quietly begging him to look my way.

But he never did. He didn't turn my way, didn't react, didn't even care. I felt a stream of tears threatening to roll down my cheeks. They almost did. I make my way to the door... the door that screams the word "EXIT". I look back one more time... just one more time.

Look at me.

Beg for me to stay.

Say you don't want me to leave

I feel the tears that threatened to roll down my cheeks earlier come back and this time they did what they threatened to do. I began to cry. I bit my lip to prevent any loud whimpers or noises I make when I cry. I quietly open the door and step outside closing the door behind me. I walked to the mailbox that stood outside the house and stayed there for a while until I broke down on the spot. It hurts so much. The pain I feel in my heart is unbearable. It's as if someone's tearing at my heart ripping it open.

"Please... look at me," I yelled out loud catching a person's attention who was walking by. I fell to my knees scraping them and injuring my knees. But I didn't care. "Why won't you just look at me?..." Tears began to hit the cement.

Maybe this is the last.