filthyfrank ; it had been three weeks since joji cheated on you. you blocked him off everything so he couldn't talk to you. the boys were distant support, but they never allowed joji to communicate to you through them. you didn't need it or deserve it. what he did was wrong. joji hadnt been on social media at all. nothing. no youtube or instagram, anything. you had been staying at your parents house while being separated from him. all your things were still at yours and joji's apartment, so you decided to go and collect it. of course you still had feelings for joji, which made going back to get your things harder. you arrived late at night, and it was raining, just like the night when you walked in on him fucking someone else. you sighed as you reached the door, hoping joji was out so it would make things easier. with an empty suitcase in hand, you unlocked the door and entered your old apartment. the apartment was a mess. the kitchen was trashed, not because of videos, but because joji was a bad cook and couldn't cook for himself. the living room looked like someone had been living in it for years. all the curtains were closed and no lights were on. you walked for your old bedroom, pushing the door open. joji was passed out on the bed. the room was freezing, due to the window being open. cigarettes scattered the room, as did box of tissues and joji's old clothes, which he hadn't washed. the bed had no sheets on it; no blanket or no pillow. just a mattress. he looked broken, curled up in a ball on your bed. his hair was a state, his facial hair had grown, he looked thinner than usual, and his face was red and puffy. he could barely breathe, and his throat was all scratchy as he breathed, due to him crying all night. it broke your heart to see him like this, but he broke yours first. you didn't even realise the tears streaming down your face as you stood there helplessly. you sat on the bed beside him, watching his eyes softly open. he still had tears in his eyes as he looked up at you, as if he saw a ghost, "y/n..." he broke down sobbing as he smiled weakly up at you, wrapping his arms around your waist. he buried his head in your jacket and cried heavily.
maxmoefoe ; max hadn't left you alone. he followed you everywhere, slept outside your house, constantly messaged or called you, sent letters through your letterbox. the only time he left you was if he needed to change his clothes, wash, eat, or use the bathroom. every night he ordered pizza to your door, or made dorky gestures in order for you to even notice or talk to him again. he didn't expect you to forgive him, not after he betrayed you like that. your cousin had been distanced from the family, as they no longer supported her after what she did to you. joji and ian were a huge comfort, they were very supportive and visited you anytime they could to make sure you were okay. you spoke about max, and explained how you missed him and still loved him but you couldn't bring yourself to let him in again. one night, ian and joji invited themselves over. as you opened the door, you saw a crying max behind them. you shook your head, but let them all in. you sat down on your new sofa, being as you burned the one that max cheated on. he noticed the new sofa, and looked down at his feet. you stared at him with a sour look on your face, even though deep inside you just wanted to hug him and kiss him and tell him how much you love him. "y/n, we spoke to max. he needs you back, he's a mess. you're a mess. you two are literally like an old married couple. y/n, he'll die if he keeps sleeping outside on your front garden." joji spoke, and ian continued, "we know you can't forgive him straight away and he still has a lot to make up for, but can you please work it out with him? he needs you." max decided not to speak because of the last thing you ever said to him, and he didn't know if you wanted him to. he was afraid too. you understood that, and guessed that everything they said was max's words. which it was. you looked down at your feet, before standing up and walking towards max. you pulled him into a tight hug, "i missed you so much."
idubbbz ; you were a state. you locked yourself in your room and never left. it was a good thing you had an en suite. ian still lived in the house, and tried his hardest to talk to you. he'd talk to himself through the door, and try to talk to you through the door. whenever it was breakfast, lunch or dinner, or even snacks, he'd place it outside your door and knock and then leave so you didn't have to see him. he'd buy you supplies that you'd need or want, like shampoo and conditioner, tampons or pads, fast food, drinks and snacks, anything. he didn't attempt to contact your phone, because an apology through message was pathetic. he needed to apologise to your face. he was filming a video by himself one night. outside the door. it was a live, actually. you decided to watch. "i have never been more disgusted in myself in my life, and i've done some pretty disgusting shit. but the worst decision i've ever made is hurting the person that means the world to me. i don't deserve her forgiveness or her love anymore, not after what i did to her. i hope she's watching this," people began to tag you and shame ian at this point, "all the hate that i get because of this, i deserve. i used to think broadcasting my relationship online was wrong, but you all know we're together and you deserve an explanation as to why we are no longer together. it is my fault, entirely my fault. i cheated on her," he broke down crying, looking down at the floor, rubbing his eyes. you had already began to cry at the start of the live. just seeing the state he was in was heartbreaking, "i fucked up. i know she won't forgive me- i... i want her to. i need her to. i don't know why the fuck i did this to her. she is the most perfect person, she didn't fucking deserve this. i don't know if i can... fuck, i don't know if i can be here without her." he shrugged, "please can you all support y/n? i know you all have been already, but don't hate on her in any shape or form after this. like i said, this is my fucking fault." he ended the live. you opened the door, smiling down at him with tears staining your cheeks. he turned around, still on the floor. he attached himself to your legs, not wanting to let you go. you sat down on the floor with him, and embraced him.
