being a photographer in korea, it has been pretty common for you to take promotional photoshoots for kpop idols. so it doesn't really seem to faze you anymore on who these idols are and their looks. however, this one shoot for one of your favorite g...
That is all that is running through Seo Changbin's mind as his foot completely floored the gas pedal, hitting triple digits and breaking every driving law trying to make it to Y/n's as soon as possible. The obnoxious beeping of nearby cars and middle fingers from innocent bystanders or angry drivers did not faze Changbin. The only person on his mind was Y/n and he will do anything to get to her.
Finally spotting the front of her home, he completely skids to a stop in front, leaving marks on the road as he roughly switches the car to park and turns it off. Rushing to the front door and grabbing the key from her not-so-secret spot, he unlocks the door and slams it shut behind him. His voice echoed against the empty walls of her home, trying to call out her name but just received silence.
Changbin makes it to her bedroom. Well. Her bedroom door to be specific. He tries to turn the handle, but to no avail, he should have expected this, it's locked. He presses his ear against the door to hear any sense of life inside. He fails to hear anything, but his heart is pulling him more and more towards this room. She has to be in here.
"Y/n?" Changbin calls out.
No response. "Please.. answer me..."
No response. "I need to make sure you're okay."
No response. Changbin grows worried about what she could be doing or thinking behind this door. The optimist side is reassuring him that Y/n is just taking a nap after a rough interaction with her mom and Chan in public, but his pessimistic side is hounding him with the fact she is crying and in pain behind this couple of inches of thick wood.
"Fuck- Y/n. Please, I need to know you're at least awake or... conscious." Changbin knows she is most likely awake and conscious, but he tends to overthink and jump to extreme conclusions. Especially in situations where it feels like he is being stabbed in the chest by the unknown. He hits the door with his fist, the loud bang even made him jump a little, hopefully, it didn't scare Y/n too much.
"I know you're probably not hurt but... this scares me, you know. Reminds me of Han when he couldn't find him and... I don't want you to lose yourself and let yourself get consumed... like he did." Changbin's leg starts to tremble uncontrollably as he tilts his gaze upward, staring blankly at the ceiling. "Fuck—I don't want to lose you at all," he confesses, his voice breaking with the weight of his fear. The raw vulnerability in his words hangs heavy in the air as if he's laying bare the depth of his worry and the fierce resolve to protect what he holds dear.
It's silent, and Changbin is unaware, but Y/n has finally dragged herself out of bed and slowly walked up to the door. Pressing herself against the door, feeling Changbin's peaceful presence from the other side of the door.
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