Made For You - Stray Kids x original character

I might be an idiot, but im an idiot with so much student debt

TW: domestic abuse

It was finally happening. I had gotten accepted into Seoul National University for my masters of music composition. I was away from the shitty life I lived before, in a new country ready to live a new life. I had a new job. I was contracted to write music and teach voice for one of the top entertainment companies in the country. It could only go up from here.

Five years later

My life sucks.

That's the only thought that runs through my head when I hear the door open.

My life fucking sucks

I turn to face Leon, my fiancé. We have been together since my first year of graduate school. He caught my eye as the only other foreigner, he was German and I was American. We had studied together and fallen in love, and I did love him. I really did. He was my everything. But he was also royally pissed.

"By the look on your face I'm guessing you haven't thought much about my proposition?"

"Look, leon, even if I wanted to quit my job I can't, I'm literally contracted for another year,"

I ran a hand through his beautifully curly blonde hair, "then get fired, robin."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "do you know how bad it would look on a resume to have been fired from JYP entertainment? You are basically asking me to give up my career."

He stalked forward a step and placed his hands down on the table between us, "this is your own fault. How did you get roped into that bullshit contract anyway?"

I crossed my arms and paced, "how many times are we going to argue about this? I was young and contracted work seemed better than freelance, I didn't know how it worked."

He was right, to some degree. What kind of idiot locks themselves in a contract as a songwriter? I get paid barely more than minimum wage to write countless songs that even just a demo of would sell for thousands. However, he was still being unreasonable. We had both agreed to wait out my contract.

He slammed his hands down on the table. I jumped.

"You are a laughing stock among the classical music community here, and by extension so am I."

"I went to the best music school in South Korea for my graduate degrees, same as you. Why does it matter if I'm writing concertos or pop songs? Once my contract is up I will be making enough to buy us a house, two houses if you want!"

"No but it does matter, they treat you like a sell out. And by extension me too. I'm a serious musician, robin. I don't play around with idols all day."

I scoffed, "Leon, may I remind you that I have a doctorate and two masters. You barely managed to get your masters. Who's the fucking 'serious musician' here?"

I pushed too far on that last dig, I knew it when it left my mouth. But it sunk in when his palm connected with my face. He hit me hard enough to make me stumble, I knew it was going to bruise.

He immediately looked remorseful, but he always did, and yet we always ended up back here.

"Robin I-" there were tears in his eyes.

I stumbled around him and grabbed my bag, "I'll be back later." I muttered as I walked out of the apartment.

As I walked down the empty streets I pulled my phone out, calling the number of one of my true friends here in Korea.

"Chris, can I come over?"

He must have heard the tears in my voice, along with the fact that I had defaulted to English as I typically do when I'm upset, "yeah, of course. What's wrong?" He responded back in English as well.

Silence ate up the air around me, he must have put two and two together because he asked, "is it him again?"

—-

I made sure to enter through the back entrance. When it first came out that a random song writer was close friends with the members of stray kids it caused a bit of a stir for a while. Thankfully, when everyone found out that I was engaged that seemed to placate the ravenous stays. I was most definitely not "competition". As if they even had a chance anyway, but that wasn't the point. Even given that a good portion of the fan base had even begun to actively like me, I still didn't want anyone seeing me drag myself into the dorm at three am crying.

Almost as soon as the door shut behind me they were swarming like mosquitoes. Jisung took my face in his hands, examining the damage. On the way over I realized my lip was busted, it had mostly scabbed over by now.

I made eye contact with Chan, he was fuming. I knew wasn't angry at me, but it still made me nervous, "you are bleeding."

It wasn't a question but I still felt the need to explain, "ah, I think he nicked me with his ring..."

"His engagement ring. The one you bought for him"

"Chan... I didn't come here to be lectured, I know, believe me I know," tears threatened to fall again. I knew it was stupid, I knew I should leave him. But my heart ached when I thought about it. He made me comfortable in a strange new country, he took care of me when my mother died, he held me when I had miscarried. The most selfish part of it was that he was my financial stability. I can't afford to live on what I get paid, not with my loans.

Chans eyes softened, he pulled me and jisung (who was still worrying over my face) into a hug together, "I know Ro, I know... I'm sorry"

"Is it just you and jisung?" I said from under his arms.

"Yeah, Changbin is visiting family and hyunjin is doing a shoot somewhere. I can see if Felix or the others want to come over?" He said. He hadn't let go yet, I didn't entirely mind.

"No, no, this is perfect... I honestly feel bad enough burdening the two of you with this."

Jisung shook his head, "respectfully, Ro, shut up. You know we love you."

After that I was ushered to the bathroom to clean and fix up my lip as best as possible. We stayed up and watched movies until we passed out on the couch.

In the morning I was woken by the sound of the ringer on my phone, I shoved Chris's leg off of me and grabbed it from the coffee table. It was Leon.
To his credit, this was the first time he called me, much better than the usual spam texts and calls.

"Hey..." I answered softly.

"Robin, where are you? I was worried when you didn't come home last night, but I figured you'd want some space."

"I'm at the dorm."

The silence was deafening.

"Why? Don't you have anywhere else to go? Why must you run away to a bunch of men every time we argue?"

I was crying again. Jisung had woken up, he looked about ready to take the phone out of my hands, but I shook my head at him, "you call that arguing? You hit me Leon. And you've made it really fucking hard to have any other friends, considering you talk shit about me to everyone you can."

He sighed, the sound empty over the phone, "you aren't wrong, robin. I was calling to apologize and I made it worse, again. I really am sorry robin, come home, please. I'll make it up to you."

I let the silence hang for a bit, "I'll come home... in a little bit..."

"Thank you baby... hey?"

"Yeah?"

"Love you stink bug,"

My heart warmed at our stupid little sayings, "love you too knuckle butt"

I leaned back and put my arm over my eyes, "I really don't want to hear it Han."

He sighed, it was a short exhale, "at least you know what I was gonna say."

"I'll say it," Chris said, his head still under the covers, "you are an idiot, Ro."

"With love of course," he added as an afterthought.