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190. BTOB Ilhoon - You werent here

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Characters: Jung Ilhoon x Reader

Summary: Y/N had a nightmare after an argument with Ilhoon,

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It was dinner time. And it all started out with a concern from me.

"Stop stopping me from doing what I want, it's my job!" He shouted back, throwing his hands in the air.

"I'm not stopping you. I get it, it's what you do for a living, what I'm just saying is tone down with it. You've been coming home late and leaving home way too early. And at times, you spend the night in the studio. I'm just worried." I calmly said, trying to put out the fire.

"Because I'm rushing for our comeback! Why can't you understand? You said it was nice that I had something I'm passionate about!"

"It is! And I'm still proud of it! I'm saying it's not healthy like this!"

"So it's healthy to just laze around and do nothing like you?"

And that was enough to send my walls crumbling. Upon graduating from college just a few months ago, I still couldn't get a job and my boyfriend had to help out in terms of financial more than I do. He said he didn't mind it.

He said.

I push the chair to stand up, picking up the plate of uneaten food and placed it in the fridge. Without another word exchange, I headed towards the bedroom we share. But was stopped by him.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." He said softly. But I know. Him apologizing doesn't mean he gives in to the argument. It was just for that one sentence he threw at me.

"Step aside." I spat coldly. And I didn't need to say it twice.

I buried myself in pillows. I hated the feeling of arguing with him. I love him, and so do he. But his stubbornness and hot temper can really get the best of him. And now feeling so awful, I can't even go to him for a cuddle.

The door clicked open, light from outside the bedroom shone into the darkness. I heard him let out a sigh. Upon the lack of my reaction, he announced that he'll be sleeping in the guest room.

He went towards the closet and pulled his sleeping clothes before heading out once more, silence that filled the air choking me the whole time. As the door was closed once again, I felt a tear rolling down from the side of my eye. Using the back of my hand to wipe it off, my eyelids fluttered close. I was drained after that heated argument.

"Sorry, I don't feel the way I did anymore." He coldly threw at me, without even turning around to face me. With luggage in his hands, he headed towards the door of our apartment and left. For good.

I sobbed, while running after him. As the door closed, I grabbed onto the door knob to push it open. But it wouldn't budge, not even an inch. The anxiety in me grew as my sobbing continued. He loves me, he can't leave just like this.

I felt myself helplessly dropped onto the ground as I banged on the door, wishing he would open it again and pull me into his embrace.

I gasped as I snapped my eyes open. My breathing was so quick I had to calm myself down. It was a nightmare, he's not leaving. But when I turned around, the space next to me was empty. The scene from last night came flooding back in. Pulling the blanket out of my legs, I headed towards our bathroom and splashed some water to keep myself from overthinking.

I'll just check that he hasn't leave, I persuaded myself. Tip-toeing to the guest room, I opened the door slightly, just enough for me to peek in. And there he was on the bed, sleeping soundly. Before I knew it, I found myself creeping up next to him and settled on the bed.

It woke him up as he murmured, "Y/N? What are you doing?"

"I had a nightmare and you weren't around." I mumbled back. His expression softened at the mention of my purpose. He instinctively wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him.

"What was it about?" He carefully asked. We have always believe that talking about nightmares will prevent them from happening for real.

"You left me, for good. You said you don't love me anymore. I ran after you, but the door just couldn't open. I -" I choked as I felt my tears rising again. He shushed me to stop, burying my face into his chest as he patted the back of my head.

"I'm here alright, no one's leaving." He reassured me.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have -"

"It was my fault, you meant well but I took it the wrong way." He cut me off as I was about to apologize for starting the fight.

"I hate arguing with you."

"Me too."

I could hear him smiling through his words as we ended our argument.

"I'll come home earlier later, ok?" And I nodded, smiling with my eyes closed, tightening my grip around his body as I melted into his warmth.