Collection of GOT7 One-Shots (xReader)

All Too Well (Jinyoung)

The walk to the door is a silent one. Usually, when he walks you home, you would whine about the briefness of time you've spent with him, and he would playfully complain at how being clingy you are. It would be full of teasing because you both know that when you enter the house, you'll start texting him anyway. You never part at all.

But this is the last chivalry you will get. The one you hoped wouldn't have to happen. The walk to the door is a silent one, because you won't ask him to come in anymore. You won't ask him to stay. And he won't anyway.

You will part after this.

The air is cold and you sigh. It isn't unpleasant; it actually feels very familiar. As if it was home. You then remember how he tied your scarf during a walk home on your early dating stage. Your cheeks flushed then, not knowing how to react on such gentlemanly gesture, as you are used to dating assholes with no care except for the satisfaction of themselves. From then on, you've always brought the scarf anywhere you go, regardless of the temperature outside, hoping for that sweet gesture to happen again.

It did. It always did. He always did.

There was a time though, when you went out of town with him so he could introduce you to his family. They loved you, making your anxiety before seem ridiculous. You clumsily forgot that you've put out the scarf from your bag so it wouldn't get dirty if the overflowing food his mother gave you leaks.

You left it there at his sister's house. He got it back when he visited them again two months later. There was something in his expression when he told you that it's in his drawer and asked you if you want him to get it for you. It was as if he wanted you to say no, so that something of yours would always be with him, so that he can remember you all the time.

So you didn't ask for it and it's still there with his branded scarves, a silly little thing in the middle of his extravagance. Like your existence in his life. You regret not asking for it when he asked you over dinner if you want to get something from his house, anything you wouldn't want to leave behind. The air is cold and you need it, not only because it would provide warmth to your body, but also to your now sad memories.

With the stretching silence and cold night air, you continue going back to some memories. You've had fun times. Lots of fun times that people don't usually see as a normal couple's bonding moment. There was only one time you did something socially acceptable as couple date. He went on roadtrip with you. You can remember perfectly how he looks on the driver seat, with autumn leaves falling down on the road you're passing by. He was singing along to the gentle song he put on. He was picturesque; he always is. And he was yours.

"Are you okay?" you hear him ask.

You lift your gaze. You notice that you have your arms around you; maybe unconsciously you've hugged yourself so you don't fall apart before you're alone in the comfort of your home. You used to be able to show him your emotions under any circumstances. Nothing was ever left unsaid because he always listens. You could tell him everything, from your silly rants about an obnoxious stranger you encounter that day to the fears you've developed growing up.

But right now, he's merely asking out of courteousness.

You hate to hate his gentlemanliness as it's making it hard for you in a situations like this. You cannot unlove him. He can leave you, but you will still love him. This can break you, but you will still love him. So you thought that hating something about him would at least help you move on from whatever slump you're about to dive into once you've closed the door later. No one's perfect anyway. Surely you can move on from him by remembering how he's too lazy to shower sometimes and how his taste in fashion was doubtable before you came into his life.