him & i | park joonggil imagines

eleven.

[lowercase intended] | short imagine

i had a dream—2 days ago. i think i have a lil writers block, damn. i'll figure it out. i won't discontinue this book.

— ꪶ ♡゙ ꫂ —

9:37pm.

your eyes scanned over the beautiful lights that shined as you passed through the tunnel. you felt like going for a small drive and your boyfriend, joonggil, was nice enough to make time for you. you smiled, turning to face him, your fingers trace down his arm before intertwining your fingers. his eyes meet yours and he returns your smile.

that was last week, it was a beautiful night. you pulled into a theater, watched a beautiful movie, had few occasions of skin-ship. this week, he texts you, asking to meet up for a drive. you told him, you'd let him know. although you weren't really up for it this week.

it was saturday, you had just came out from your job. a messy bun, wrinkled shirt, slinging your jacket over your hand. your phone starts to ring, you smiled a little as you swiped up to answer. "hello-" "i need to talk to you." his voice sounded serious, while you were a bit confused. "i, o-oh okay, where do you want to meet?"

you stumbled slightly as you were paying attention to your phone. you pulled your keys from your pockets and unlocked your car. sitting down in the drivers seat, you turned on your gps, typing in the location.

traffic was okay—you had arrived 15 minutes later. your boyfriend sat beside the bar as he downed his drink. you walked in, noticing the darkened lights, neon signs, and the poles.

"what is it? the thing you have to talk to me about?" you asked, sitting beside him. he avoids your eye contact, fiddling with his fingers before letting out a sigh. "you and me.. it's done." he blurts out, you turned to look at him. "why? why is it done?" you voice cracks as your hands come to cup his cheeks. he pulls himself out of your grip, "it's father's decision, we can't be together anymore, in order for me to inherit the company." he says, getting ready to leave. "j-joonggil.. so, this is goodbye?" you avoided his eyes as tears started to blur your vision.

but you didn't notice the way he gazed at you, the expression on his face as he watched your figure disappear out of the bar. he liked your scent, your smile, your laugh, everything.

— ꪶ ♡゙ ꫂ —

after that day, you were hurting but you tried focusing more on yourself. you missed him, his scent, the cuddling, the hugs, his smile, and everything.

instead of rotting in bed, you decided however to tidy up your apartment. upon cleaning under the sofa, you encountered a card. you had forgotten, today your boyfriend was holding a grand opening for his company as he was soon to inherit. you flipped the card over, searching for the address.

you walked towards your closet and looked for dresses. you pulled out a white formal v-neck dress, midi—bodycon. you smiled at your reflection as you placed the dress in front of you. you flattened out the dress before turning on the bath water and getting into the tub.

you curled your hair slightly, adding little mascara, light makeup, and a little lip tint. you slipped on stockings before slipping on the dress you'd picked. you unfastened the curlers in your hair, before brushing them down. then you found some matching earrings. you clipped a thin bracelet around your wrist.

the ring that he had given you for your first anniversary caught your eye. you smiled bitterly, before placing it on your finger.

— ꪶ ♡゙ ꫂ —

you had arrived to the ceremonial place. you walked in, blending in with most of the other rich people there. you had chosen your most expensive dress to wear. you walked around, looking around, taking in the interior designs and displays.

you smiled, as the waiter walked over to you, handing you a glass of champagne. your eyes scanned the people filling up the room before landing on his figure. your grip tightened around the glass, you gritted your teeth but most of all, you felt your heart being torn apart.

you missed him,
and he missed you too.

— ꪶ ♡゙ ꫂ —

yk what sucks? i'm in the mood for affection and cuddles but i'm on wattpad writing angst.

8:54pm; there's no way i'm crying while writing this lmao 🤣 i must be depressed.

9:49pm; why the fuck do i keep having relationship angst dreams?

anyways, enjoy <3