skz oneshots

"It hurts me, just how much I ache for you."

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It was always up and down with your boyfriend. Always fighting, crying constantly on your end, and harsh words, maybe, occasional violence on his. Nothing too crazy in your eyes, but others would think differently. Especially your closest friend, fuck, your only friend at this point; Chris.

You and Chris have been inseparable friends your whole life, growing up in the same neighborhood and going to the same schools together. Now you're both graduated from high school and taken an off year from university. Every time you had a fight with your boyfriend, you'd either call Chris, crying, he'd pick up the phone and let you spill everything out on him, or calm you through the phone of course. Or you'd high-tail it to his house, if it was far too late in the night, you'd crawl into his room through his window.

 The tear-streaked face would shatter his insides, he couldn't help but grow feelings for you some time along the way in your guys' friendship. He felt nothing but hatred for your boyfriend, hatred for how he could be hurting the one he was supposed to love, cherish, take care of, protect. If he had the opportunity, he was sure he could kill him. You don't deserve him, to be treated the way you were. Each time you'd come into his room crying over him and what he's said or done to you, he'd simply sigh and bring your fragile frame into his embrace. Chris had stopped saying anything about it a while ago, knowing you'd get upset with him over voicing his concerns or telling you that you need to break up with the loser.

It was a Sunday night, meaning Chris' parents were already sleeping in preparation for work in the morning. That didn't stop you from sliding his cracked window open and climbing into his bedroom with frequent sniffles. When you look around his room you frown noticing his absence, getting ready to leave he walks inside, right out of the shower. Oh, he is home.

Water droplets fell from his hair onto his chest and back, his towel clinging around his waist, holding on for dear life. You feel ashamed that your eyes wandered along his fit body, Chris stops once he notices you in his room and lets out a soft sigh while walking past you and slips a t-shirt on, quickly putting himself into sweatpants before you had the chance to turn to him. "What happened?" He asks you gently, sitting on the edge of his bed, patting the spot beside him. You sit next to him, letting out several hiccupped breaths, sobbing into his shoulder, "H-he...I-I found him with another girl!" Chris moves an arm around you, comfortingly rubbing your arm, "y/n...this isn't the first time you've caught him with another girl..." he starts out, speaking almost hesitantly, nervous that you'd start to get upset with him as you've done plenty of times before this. Of course, he felt for you, the girl he had feelings for being mistreated in so many ways. "You just need to leave him y/n, I'm serious, he doesn't deserve you, think about all the times he's wronged you- "you cut him off with a huff, sitting up "He's still my boyfriend Chris, you can't talk about him like that." You say a little too quickly and display a frown to your friend.

Chris scoffs and moves his arm off you and shifts, now turning towards you, "What do you mean I can't talk about him like that? Like hell I can't, y/n are you serious? How many times are you sneaking into my room at night to fucking complain about your relationship? How many times are you in here, crying yourself to sleep? Every single time we hang out or talk, you bring him up, how unhappy you are, how he hurts you, we don't even talk about other things anymore. It's painful y/n. to sit here, listening and consoling you over some other guy. A guy that doesn't even deserve you in his life. He is no good for you y/n, why can't you see that?" Chris empties out his thoughts, fists clenching so tight his knuckles turn white from the pressure, not once looking away from your eyes, even as his own grow watery.

"Why are you saying this to me, Chris? You're supposed to be my best friend, you're supposed to- "Chris quickly cuts you off from finishing your words, "because I can't do this y/n. I can't pretend anymore, I can't pretend like I'm okay with being your friend, having to hide my feelings for you and listen to you become so consumed with this guy that doesn't even treat you with the respect and love you deserve. It hurts me, hurts just how much I ache for you, for years I have yearned for you, in secrecy and in silence y/n. All because I didn't want to lose you, but I just can't take it anymore. I can't take the tears and the constant complaints over him when you do nothing to change it, to get away from him." He pours his heart out, eyes threatening to let go of the fat tears in his eyes, bottom lip trembling. You stare back at him with a look he's never seen before, not speaking a word after his confession, his word vomit. "Please...say something," Chris says desperately, letting out deep, ragged breaths as he stares into your eyes pleadingly. "I-Why would you say this to me now Chris...I'm sorry, I don't feel the same for you. You're just a friend to me, you always have been. I have to go. Goodbye Chris." You finally find your voice again before leaving his room, leaving him standing in the middle of his bedroom, not once looking back as you leave his home, not returning again.