Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Our Spot

"Why are you so angry about this?"He groaned.

"Why aren't you angry?"I shot back.

"I am angry. I just know how to control my temper,"He scowled.

"Temper? You don't have a damn temper. You don't have anything."

"Excuse me?"He asked, giving a laugh of disbelief.

"You don't have anything. Not your own opinions, goals, morals, limits, nothing. You'll do whatever they tell you. You'll step into line like the brainwashed worker you are."

"It's not my fault that I follow rules. What happened to Minho was horrible, but I'm not going to try and fight the damn chancellor."

"I will. I stand up for what's right. You wouldn't know that if it slapped you across the face and called you a jerk."

"I am not a jerk,"He scowled.

"No. I just gave a metaphor on why you have no mind. Then again you don't listen that well, do you?"

"You think I don't listen to you?"

"I know you don't."

"You never want to see me again?"

"About time you figured something out in your own."

"Well, I don't want to see you either."

"Fine."

"Fine.

"Fine."

"That's perfectly fine."

"Yeah. It is,"I agreed, shoving past him. I don't need him. I never did.

Aris's P.O.V

Two years. Two years of not knowing what happened to her. She had just vanished into thin air.

I did go to that closet every night and wait for her so I could apologize. I wanted to make it up to her. I wanted to work it out. I wanted to be with her. I wanted to make my own decisions.

She never came, but I always showed up just in case. Maybe she would decide to wait for me. Maybe she still loved me too.

As I sighed and leaned against the wall I suddenly heard muffled voices outside. I held my breath and had my fingers crossed that these people would go away. I really didn't want to be caught.

"In here,"the girl whispered, opening the door. Before I could get a good look at her she shut it as the boy blocked her from view. How the hell do I get out?

"Wow. A janitors closet. What an amazing place,"He dramatically sighed. Now I recognized him as Minho. If that's Minho who's that girl with him?

"Shut up, you idiot. It was the first place I could think of,"She laughed.

Y/N. It was Y/N, and she was right near me with Minho. She brought him to our spot. How could she do that? How could she betray the place that had meant so much? Why did she talk about it like it was nothing? Like we hadn't spent hours laughing, talking, crying, daydreaming, and holding hands in here? How could she treat our spot like it was just some space?

It's their space now. Theirs. This place that had meant everything is tainted with him. They had ruined it. Destroyed it. I had waited years for her, and when she comes it's to hang out with Minho?

"You're just lucky I love you,"He teased. No. This can't be happening. And that's not what he should be saying. That's something that she should say or he should confess. He's lucky that she loves him, that she even looked in his direction.

Before this could somehow get worse I made a run from it when they had moved. Without waiting to see if it was safe, without caring if they saw who it was, I swung the door open and ran faster than my legs could take me. I don't know where I was going, but that didn't matter. I needed to leave. I needed to find a way to breathe. I needed some way to pretend this wasn't real.

So I just kept running without a second thought about the consequences. I ran and ran until I felt like my lungs would collapse, then I ran some more.

Only when the tears blurred my vision so much I couldn't see did I stop. I leaned against a wall and kept crying and crying and crying. I cried until I had no more tears to give, then I cried some more.

"Aris?"the voice I hadn't truly heard in so long asked. Of course she would find her way her when I didn't want her to see me.

"How could you?"I asked, still not turning around.

"Aris, I'm not yours,"She reasoned.

"But how could you bring someone else to our spot?"

"It can't be our spot if there's not an us."

"I waited for you. I waited everyday for you to show up. I just wanted to make this better,"I whispered.

"I've moved on, and you need to as well. I'm not your girl anymore. We don't belong together, and that's life. People grow apart."

"That wasn't supposed to be us. We were supposed to last forever."

"Aris, look at me,"She whispered. Like I always did, I gave in. "You have a place in my heart. You always did, but it's not the same. I love everyone I have once loved even if it's different. Do you understand?"

"Are you happy with him?"I asked.

"Yes. I am,"She nodded.

"More than you were with me?"

"I'm happy at this time of my life. Oh, Aris. You were a wonderful chapter, but it had to end."

"But you were everything,"I breathed out.

"Not anymore."

"I made a mistake. A really big, really dumb mistake, and it cost me more than anything else in my life ever could. It cost me you,"I murmured.

"No. We messed up, and now we don't have each other. We both did and said things we shouldn't have. We were so young, so naive. We thought love was all you needed to stay together, but it isn't. This falls on both of us. You just need to know how to heal,"She whispered, grabbing my hand.

"Can you at least tell me one thing?"I pleaded.

"Yes. I can,"She agreed.

"If we hadn't had that fight would we still be together?"

"I don't know. Maybe something else would have happened. Maybe we would have fallen out of love."

"Do you love him?"I asked, not saying what I truly wanted. I could never fall out of love with her. Never.

"I really like Minho. We're just seeing what happens next,"She admitted.

"As long as he treats you right."

"He does,"She nodded. "I'll find another spot and leave what was once ours with memories. With those nights that had kept me going. Thank you for all you did, but now you need to find a new chapter,"She coaxed.

"I'm sorry."

"I know you are, and I am sorry for how things ended."

"But they did. It's over now, isn't it? We're actually over?"

"We are. Goodbye Aris. Take care of yourself, okay? Find a way to be happy. You deserve it,"She whispered, letting go of my hand that I had forgotten I was holding.

Only when she was gone did I allow myself to break as I slid against the wall, pulled my knees to my chest, and cried. The delusion of her loving me again, of us getting back together, was what kept me intact. Now that I didn't have her I was broken. Forever.