The 9th | Stray Kids Extra Member AU

❀ 18: The Rough Relationship ❀

The past month with Lucas had been odd, to say the least. He had made Yejun feel so hated, yet so wanted at the same time. She found it impossible to reject anything he asked for because he would say that she was his princess or some other cute nickname. This resulted in some...difficult nights for Yejun. Nights where she was exhausted, but Lucas had other plans, so she always gave in after he kept asking. She couldn't tell if they were actually dating or if it was for the media.

Another situation was that Yejun had begun avoiding her members, usually staying at Lucas' or Twice's dorm. She was afraid of confrontation with any of them, especially since she sometimes had some marks that were unexplainable without worry. Lucas also told her he didn't want her anywhere near them. Most of Twice didn't like Lucas, and they definitely didn't like the way he treated Yejun. Every time, though, Yejun would defend him, explaining to them that he always made her feel something she was craving: the feeling of being wanted.

Today was one of Lucas' bad days. He had had a rough day with his long, boring schedule and some of his members making him aggravated. When he got back to his place, Yejun had already been there. He had been texting her the whole day about how miserable he was, getting all the pity he could out of her. She hadn't been over in a few days, so she was quick to excise herself from Twice and go over to her fake-ish boyfriend's apartment.

"Hey, I'm sorry things were difficult today," Yejun immediately got up to give him a hug. He lightly hugged back, his hand drifting to her butt. She didn't really like it when he touched her, and she had explained that many times, but she allowed it because she got tired of trying to set up that boundary.

"It's fine," he huffed out in response. He pulled away and walked to his kitchen, grabbing some whiskey and pouring it into a small cup with ice. "I missed you the past few days."

Yejun smiled. There it was, the words that made her so happy. The feeling that warmed her entire body. She loved it.

"I missed you, too," Yejun smiled brightly as she walked over to him.

He quickly drank down the alcohol, his throat burning as it slid down. He licked his lips before turning to the girl and planting a rough kiss on her own lips. He pulled away from the kiss, giving the girl a lazy smirk as he looked down at her.

"Did you fold my laundry?" He asked her, brushing a few strands of loose hair behind her ear.

"No, but I can," Yejun widened her eyes, walking away to do what he asked. He didn't say thank you. Yejun had grown used to that, though.

Yejun sat on his bedroom floor as she began to pick through the boy's laundry. She hummed some songs to herself as she folded the clothes, not wanting to play music and make Lucas mad. She continued to fold and fold, surprised at how many clothes the boy could dirty in the span of a few days. As she was folding, something red caught her vision. It was pushed halfway under the bed, so she picked it up.

Red lace panties? I don't own any-, Yejun's stomach dropped. She held the underwear with the tips of her pointer finger and thumb, stomping to the living room, where she was met with Lucas playing on his phone while sitting on the couch.

"What's this?" Yejun threw the lingerie at his face, making him flinch. His face grew pale.

"It's nothing, it's old," Lucas attempted to brush it off.

"That's weird, it wasn't there when I cleaned your house a few days ago," Yejun's voice grew shaky.

"Princess-"

"No, don't you 'princess' your way out of this one, you dick. Am I not good enough for you?" Yejun asked, letting out a small sob. Lucas' face grew dark at the vulgar name she called him.