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71. SVT Hoshi - Euphoria

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title: euphoria

member: kwon soonyoung x idol!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: none

word count: 2,321

synopsis: you and soonyoung are forced to choose between loving each other or the job you both love.

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With your bag slung over your shoulder, you flip off the lights in the practice room, shutting the door quietly behind you.

You're startled at the sound of footsteps at the end of the hall, and a quiet 'hey' is thrown your way before you can identify the stranger.

"I haven't seen you lately," they continue, footsteps growing in volume as they get closer.

You squint at the approaching figure, and let out a small sigh when you realize who it is - Lee Jihoon. He has an iced coffee in one hand, and his phone in the other. He watches you expectantly, awaiting an explanation.

"...Right, yeah, uh... I've been..." you gesture to the practice room behind you, "...working."

"Without Soonyoung?" Jihoon asks bluntly, sipping his drink. "Did you guys fight?"

You frown slightly.

"It's complicated."

Jihoon nods slowly, then glances at his phone, a screen full of notifications visible.

"They want me home," he sighs, rolling his eyes. "You should head home too. It's late."

You hum in response, turning towards the stairwell. Jihoon crinkles his nose in disgust, but waves you off with a soft smile as he waits for the elevator.

You make it a few steps down when you see the silhouette of a person seated at the bottom step, and upon hearing your arrival they quickly stand and swivel around.

"Sorry, I -"

"It's fine, you -"

You find yourself face-to-face with Kwon Soonyoung, whom you haven't seen since the conference that crushed you both.

Painful memories flash through your head, and from the pained expression on Soonyoung's face, they're flashing through his too.

An overly chilled conference room.

The words the CEO spoke, stinging your hearts like venom.

Inappropriate. Prohibited.

The tears that dripped down your faces, staining your sweater sleeves.

The last kiss that sent chills throughout your bodies.

A few beats of silence pass, and Soonyoung is the first to break eye contact, his watery eyes straying to the tops of his sneakers. You glance away, focusing your teary blurred vision on the stairs.

"Sorry," he says again, nodding his head slightly, gesturing for you to pass him. You oblige, quickly slipping past him without another word, tears threatening to spill over.

You disappear down another flight of steps, and Soonyoung sits back down on his step, dropping his head into his hands, wiping away the wetness surrounding his eyes.

"Fuck," Soonyoung mumbles, rubbing his face.

"Language, Kwon Soonyoung," a voice chirps. Soonyoung glances back at the descending male with a slightly confused, hurtful expression, earning an eye roll.