authors's note So, the reason why I wanted to make a Yoonbum fanfic was because I saw a really hot edit of him and got inspired. And yeah, I get it, I've cock-blocked you guys for far too long so I've come back with delicious smut~
Also my thought throughout the entire chapter was that I just wanted to finish this ASAP.
preview In order to cope with a break-up with his lover of six years, ex-playboy Y/N ends up seducing Yoon Bum, his senior from a different department once upon a drunken night.
"Is it that you like seeing men cry beneath you? If that's the case, I can cry while you ride me."
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"This is the third fucking time you chose work over me...!"
"Look, it isn't my fault that my schedule's packed! You know first-hand how busy I can get. I don't understand why you're so being whiny over..."
"It's not that I'm angry. I'm so fucking disappointed, Y/N. It's like you don't even fucking love me!"
"I really do love—"
"Stop saying all this bullshit. I really... I really can't deal with this anymore, Y/N. I really tried hard, but I just can't feel your love. Y/N, I'm breaking up with you. I'm really fucking breaking up with you. This time, don't ever leave missed calls on my phone. I will seriously block you."
The phone call was hung up. A sigh of great frustration weaseled out of Y/N's lips. The phone within his palm was clenched with a hefty amount of force, enough for the frame to dig deep into the skin. Finally, after a few seconds, the man seemed to regain his clarity and carelessly his phone into the corner of the sofa he was seated upon. He reclined back into the seat with a boneless posture, and his lazy, dead fish eyes swept up to the crevice of the dusty ceiling.
In fact, the sight of the two arguing wasn't so rare. Any tenants that walked past Y/N's room would already be familiarized with the yells, muffled screams and sobs that would somehow echo from the room. Although there were many noise complaints, Y/N and his lover—well, now ex-lover—didn't seem to have any inclinations to stop. But, today, it seemed like it was all over. Six years of effort. Six years of love. Six years of Y/N's life that he dedicated to one person and only one person. The sole reason why he was trying so hard in his studies in hopes of providing a better life in the future. All of them was down the drain.
The man who should've been suffering until his voice was lost, however, seemed emotionless. Drained. As if he couldn't formulate any semblance of an emotion because all the energy left his body as soon as the phone call ended. All his desires, love and emotions were ended with this relationship. He wanted to cry, and beg the other to stay, but unexpectedly, he was just... numb.
Truth be told, Y/N knew this day was bound to arrive sooner or later. He was already aware of the rifts forming in their relationship, already noticed how the affectations had disappeared from his lover's eyes, and all that was left was just hollow guilt. In fact, that person knew more than anyone that Y/N loved him to bits. He probably ended this relationship under the guise that Y/N chose his studies over him, and then absconded with that blame pinned on him, leaving him to wallow in self-deprecation and regret.
