Made For You - Stray Kids x original character

Ayo? On your ex's bed?

I hesitated in front of the door. It was closed, ish, but it couldn't be locked because the door had been very obviously kicked in. I turned to Chris.

He put his hands in the air, "what was I supposed to do?"

I pushed my hair back, off my face. Seungmin stood behind me, arms wrapped around my waist and head on my shoulder, we were really feeling the whole clingy bond thing or whatever, "I guess I'm not getting my security deposit back."

I opened the door and immediately backed further into seungmin. The blood was still on the floor. My blood was still on the floor of the kitchenette.it had completely dried. But the sharp metallic odor hung in the air. I turned away from it, "yeah, definitely not getting my security deposit back."

Jeongin walked to the table, which had been set back up right. He stared down at it for a moment then met my eyes, he looked so sad. I eventually realized what he had been looking at.

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She seemed to realize what jeongin was looking at. She stepped out of my arms and on instinct I tried to pull her back, she gave me a look. I don't really know how she managed to walk away. It almost physically hurt not to be in contact with her right now, but I managed. Hyunjin seemed to notice that I was struggling and wrapped an arm around my waist. I appreciated it.

She approached the table and I realized, right as she sunk to her knees in front of the table, what we were looking at.

His engagement ring. He left his ring in the middle of the table.

They had been together for five years. None of us expected that to just disappear, they had real memories and a real life together. Even if so much of it was harmful to her. That's why none of us mentioned it when she had kept her ring on, even if it stung. We knew she needed time.

Watching her shoulders shake with silent tears broke my heart, "I shouldn't be so upset... I feel so guilty."

I went and sat next to her, rubbing her back, the discomfort for us both eased a bit, "why would you feel guilty?"

"I've finally walked away from him, realized what and who I really wanted, needed... but I'm still so upset that he is doing the same... that he can just walk away so easily. As if everything I did for him meant nothing, as if I wasn't ready to spend the rest of my life with him. I had to literally almost die to realize how bad our relationship was. But he can just leave his ring and go?"

I placed a gentle kiss on the side of her head, "I would be worried if you weren't upset... you gave him five years of your life, and so much more emotionally."

She smiled a sad smile at me, "thank you..."

She stood and removed her ring. She set it next to his. She left them both there and turned around, tears still working their way down her face, "we should get packing..."

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Packing honestly wasn't that difficult of an endeavor. I didn't own a lot of stuff. All the furniture was Leon's, and all my music equipment was at work. All I needed from here was my clothes, toiletries, my books and my laptop.

Since I wouldn't let them make me do nothing, that meant that me and seungmin got the easiest job. Folding.

We sat on the bed, folding clothes into various suitcases and bags that Chris had brought from the dorms.

"You have literally so many clothes and yet I've only seen like three colors," he said as he folded a cream colored blouse.

"That's literally not true."

"Light brown and dark brown are still both brown, baby," his smile was infectious.

I smacked him with the shirt I was holding playfully, "I wear colors!"

He looked down at the colors around us, "babe, I see brown, white and black. That's literally it."

I held up a grey sweater, "I also have grey!"

He raised an eyebrow, "oh so light black."

I rolled my eyes, "you are ridiculous... I like neutrals, so what?"

"Don't get me wrong, I actually really like your style for you, I think you always look so beautiful, but I'd personally love to see you in a pastel pink or blue," I played with her hand, folding momentarily forgotten.

I shook my head, "I don't like those kinds of colors on me..."

"Why not?"

I shrugged, "I don't know, I'm kinda plain so I feel like when I wear things like that the clothes end up wearing me a bit... like I get lost in them. I work hard to keep up my professional image, and earn respect. So I can't afford to look like a little girl playing dress up..."

He leaned forwards, our noses almost touching, "how on earth did you get the idea that you are plain?"

"I've never been ugly, but I'm also not someone sought after... I'm just average, I always have been. Even Leon didn't want me for my looks, he had been attracted to my talent."

He pulled me closer, his hands resting on my thighs, "I'm not saying I want you because of how you look, I'm just saying that you are objectively very beautiful. I wish I could go and beat up every single person that ever made you feel plain, because you are gorgeous and everyone knows it." He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, "the only reason you feel like clothes wear you is your confidence. Wear what you want, because it makes you feel good, not because you think it's what you have to wear."

I smiled softly, "I'll think about it..." I wasn't really paying attention anymore, I was far too focused on his beautiful mouth as he said the words to me. I was aware I was staring, but I also didn't really care.

He smirked a bit, and pulled me in for a kiss. We stayed like that for a while until jisung wandered into the room.

"Ayo? We are making out on her ex's bed now?! Hell yeah!"

I laughed and threw a pillow at him, "Han jisung you are evil incarnate!"

He smiled and fell down on the bed in between us, "maybe true loves kiss will save me from my evil ways!" He wiggled his fingers at us both.

"As much as I would like too, and I'm sure seungmin too, you can't both play hooky this next week because you kissed your best friends turned soulmates," I said, running my hands through his hair.

I placed a kiss on his forehead to placate him.