KPop Imagines

Lucas (NCT): Alcohol, pain & regrets

To: Y/N

From: Yukhei

I promise I'll be there soon. I can't wait to see you.

Your eyes stayed glued to the text that you received 2 hours ago. He promised. You sighed as you stood up from the dining table and grabbed the dinner plates and the drinks, tossing them onto the sink while you feel the loneliness sinking in. It had been a rough week for you, with everyone putting their burden on you, the pressure of your studies weighing in, and the depression bit by bit consuming you and Lucas' absence was making it harder for you to breathe.

He was your safe place, your comfort zone, the only arms you want to be in, the only shoulder you wanted to cry on, he was your home yet he's not here. You looked at the bottle of red wine, sitting there as if calling out to drown you. Your hand immediately went to your stomach and shook your head. The last time you had alcohol in your system, it ended up with Lucas coaxing you off the ledge of the SM building.

To say that you were damaged? It was understatement. You were way beyond that. You're a bit fucked in the head but aren't we all? Maybe Lucas just got tired of dealing with your shit. Maybe that's why he's not here. Your thoughts start to get darker, ready to scream at you as tears starts to fill your eyes. You took a deep breath as you went to the living room, and went through your phone, trying to get a hold of Lucas. As pissed and disappointed you were at him, you couldn't help but worry about him. If anything ever happens to him, god... what would you do without him?

The sound of the door being opened caught your attention as Lucas stumbles into your shared apartment. You stood up and walked over to him, only to have the strong smell of alcohol fill your nostrils. You scrunched up your nose as you sighed. He took off his jacket as he smiles at you, unaware of what's making you mad.

"Yukhei, where the fuck were you?" you spat out.

    His smiles instantly disappear as he takes in the words. You were pissed. He groaned as he walks past you and into the bedroom. You clenched your teeth together to hold in the anger. You stomped your way into the bedroom, only to see him taking his blue hoodie off, he looks at you and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Y/N please, I'm in no mood for your tantrums. I had a rough day, I just went out to let off some steam, I don't need this bullshit right now," he says, as calm as he could.

"You had a rough day? I had a rough week, Yukhei! And all I wanted was to see you, to make it better! I needed you, okay? And yo-" you were cut off by him, charging in front of your face.

"FOR FUCKS SAKES, Y/N! I'VE ALWAYS BEEN THERE! WAS IT NEVER ENOUGH FOR YOU?! HUH?!" he yelled.

"Yukh-"

"NO! FUCKING TELL ME! I JUST WANTED TO GET AWAY FROM ALL THESE BULLSHIT, AND HERE YOU ARE, TELLING HOW I WAS NEVER FUCKNG THERE FOR YOU?! YOU'RE GONNA GUILT TRIP ME? HUH? IS THAT WHAT YOU'RE GONNA DO?!"

"Yukhei please,"

"THEY'VE BEEN PUSHING ME AROUND, YELLING AT ME AND NOW YOU WANT TO BE ONE OF THEM? I DON'T. FUCKING. NEED. THIS!" Lucas grabbed the vase by the bedside table and threw it against the wall behind your head.

    You were backed up against the wall by this point, the sound of glass crashing against the wall was overshadowed by your scream. Tears were endlessly pouring down your cheeks as you start hyperventilating. Your arms created a protective shield against Lucas' anger as your legs gave out. His voice echoing in the room as your sobs became louder. You shut your eyes tightly as you feel the familiar memories and feelings came back to you.