Komorebi

scared

You anxiously packed your bags before Lucky got home. He went to the Cannes awards without you, and frankly it's kind of scaring you. There are already rumors that you two are going to break up, plus it doesn't help when he's been with five different girls throughout the night.

What doesn't help is that you've been questioning your relationship with him.

You rushed yourself because you felt like he would be home any minute.

"Hey." his soft voice interrupts but still made you jump.

You look up at him in tears and continue packing. You zip up your bags until he stops you.

"Wait what are you doing? Y/N, what are you doing?" he noticed your flushed face.

"Have fun, Lucky?" is all you could say. You try to get past him but he won't let you.

"Babe what's wrong? Were you trying to leave?" Lucky was both sad and confused.

"You don't love me anymore I can tell." you replied lowly.

He shakes his head whilst taking your bag, then he started unpacking it. The both of you go back and forth with your clothes; going in and out of the bag.

"Y/N stop!" he roared over you, pulled you to him, and roughly shook you.

You broke down in tears with your hands in your face. "Please let me go." you sobbed.

"No!" Lucky said just as aggressive. "I will not let you go because I love you! Unlike you I want to work things out-"

"No Lucky I wanted to too!" you finally screamed out. "I'm just scared!"

"Why?  Why are you scared?" he ran his fingers through his hair.

You sighed, "Lucky, you can literally be any girl you want.  But you're with me.  You being out with those models instead of me insists of that.  Just like how your fans say that you can do so much better-"

"I thought you didn't care about what they say about us!"

"And I don't because I'm happy when I'm with you, but are you happy when you're with me?"

"If I wasn't then why would I still be with you?  Y/N, no matter how beautiful those models are, no matter how much money they have, or how much love they get from the public they can never match up to you.  They can never make me feel the way you do." he kneeled down to you and exceptionally wiped your tears. 

"I'm sorry that I made you feel this way but I need you to trust me.  And to know that I'm with you and that's it." he kissed your hand.  "Okay?"

You nodded.  "I'm sorry I tried to run out on you.  I tend to run away from my problems..if you couldn't tell already."

"Hmph," he kissed your forehead gently.  "I love you."