Blur memories (Scoups X Reader)

35

Han:

What is going on here? Why is the front door open?

Y/N:

Nothing, Gyu. Come in. Coups must've forgotten to close it.

[Jeonghan gave a small nod and sat beside Y/N on the couch. Seungcheol's gaze lingered on Jeonghan, suspicion flickering in his eyes.]

Cheol:

Do you know where Joshua is?

[Jeonghan blinked, startled, his eyes darting from Y/N back to Seungcheol.]

Han:

No. I don't know. We haven't really been in touch since last month.

[Seungcheol opened his mouth to respond, but the front door creaked again...Seokmin stepped in, Hoshi right behind him.]

Y/N:

Now what are you two doing here?

Seok:

I tried calling Gyu, but he didn't answer. So I came straight here. Actually...I found Joshua.

Y/N:

Finally.

[Y/N muttered, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms tightly over her chest.]

Seok:

He said he wasn't feeling well and went home. That's why he didn't answer my calls. I thought he might've been with Han.

[At that, Y/N stood, the tension snapping. Her voice broke through the room like glass shattering.]

Y/N:

Enough is enough! What the hell is wrong with all of you? Huh? Why are you acting like a bunch of unstable lunatics?

Han:

Y/N, breathe. Calm down.

[Han reached out to her, gently pulling at her hand, but she yanked it away, eyes burning as she stared them all down.]

Y/N:

Their feelings are only going to get stronger...

[She whispered the words bitterly, scoffing to herself as she turned away.] 

Y/N:

Stronger, my foot.

Seok:

What are you talking about?

[Seokmin asked, clearly thrown off by Y/N's sudden outburst.]

Y/N:

Just because of some myth, you kept them apart. Not just apart...you didn't even let them see each other. And both of you claim you love them. That you care.

[Y/N's voice cracked as she jabbed her finger toward Seungcheol and Seokmin.]

Y/N:

But look at them. They haven't been okay...not for a single day this past month. You've been guarding them like prisoners, like they're going to hurt someone just by being in the same room. 

As if one moment alone would be a disaster.

[The room went silent, every pair of eyes frozen wide with the weight of her words.]

Y/N:

They're getting married in a month, and you're treating them like criminals. For god's sake...don't you see? Their happiness is in each other. Not in this distance, not in this forced silence. You separated them over something that isn't even proven, without once stopping to ask how they felt.