Stray Kids Drabbles

Possibility

You have to break the news to Hyunjin that you've fallen out of love with him. 

A/N: I'm back on my angsty bullshit, so this one doesn't have a happy ending. 

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"You can't possibly consider doing this to me! You're going to throw everything we had away and why? For what reason? Let's talk about this, we can do better than this! We can fix this, I know we can. Please, try and work with me here."

"I've already talked about this with you. There's nothing more to say, Hyunjin. I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore."

"Please!" He reached out and grabbed your hand. Crocodile tears dripped down his cheeks. "Please, baby, I love you. What happened to being together forever? I wrote you love letters! I gave you paintings! I've done everything I can do to be a great boyfriend. What more do you want?"

He squeezed your hand between his. "I'll talk to Chan, I'll try to be home more. Do you want me to quit the band? Just say it and I'll quit! I don't want them, I want you! I want you, baby! Please, please, please don't do this to me!"

After Hyunjin had gotten home from dance practice, he came home to find you waiting for him. After dating for months, the two of you had moved out of the 3Racha dorm and found yourselves a nice one bedroom apartment down the street. You were still in the vicinity of the band, so you could reach them whenever.

This had been happening for a while and you knew it was coming. The worst part was that you didn't know why. Touches from Hyunjin used to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. Every kiss was magical. He knew exactly how to make your body feel like it was on fire.

Sparks of electricity used to course through you at the slightest touch, but now you felt nothing. The butterflies that used to live in your stomach, they had flown away. His kisses didn't make you feel warm inside anymore. In fact, every time he pecked your cheeks, it was just an annoyance now.

You didn't know why you had fallen out of love with him, it was just something that happened over time. You used to crave his touch, but now you hated when he slung his long limbs over your body while you tried to sleep. Every time he tried to hold your hand, you pulled away.

He thought you were mad at him at first. As time went on, he thought that maybe you had found someone better. What could they be giving you that he couldn't? Time? Commitment? Even though he worked multiple hours a day, he still came home and tried to give you the attention you deserved.

He made dinners occasionally. He'd order you takeout and surprise you with it on some days. He'd spend his down time during recording sessions and dance practice writing love letters, hoping you'd read them when you felt lonely. They were layered with reminders of how much he loved you.

He loved you so much that it physically hurt sometimes. He needed you as much as flowers needed the sun. You were a beam of light in his life. You came into his life by accident, but it had been the best accident that had ever happened to him. He felt like he could be himself around you.

You combed his long blonde hair and reminded him how much you adored him. You traced hearts into his soft skin and insisted that even if he couldn't see them, they'd always be there. You woke him up with morning kisses and took all of his photos.

You were the first to congratulate him on his new songs. You loved him and had adored the way he could lithely move his body. You had even taken the time to ask him if he could teach you a dance routine. The two of you spent three hours laughing and giggling soaked in sweat.