ruel imagines

tears

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You patiently wait on the couch for Ruel to get home from the studio. He's been staying out later and later every night, which means you barely get to see him.

The sound of the front door opening snaps you out of your thoughts and you immediately stand up from the couch, heading straight to the front door.

A smile appears on your face when you see him slipping off his coat. "Hi."

Ruel's eyes snap up to meet yours and you notice how tired he looks. "Hi baby." He walks in your direction and you expect him to at least give you a hug, but instead he walks right past you.

You frown and hesitantly turn around to follow after him. "Is everything okay?"

He doesn't stop walking until he reaches the kitchen, ignoring your question.

You perk up a little when you remember that you made him dinner. "I made you your favorite. Chicken Alfredo."

You watch from the doorway as he silently pulls out the plate from the microwave where you kept it to stay warm. He walks to the table and takes a seat.

Your smile slightly falls but you do your best to understand why he's acting like this. "Do you want anything to-"

"Do you ever shut the fuck up?" He suddenly snaps, loudly dropping his fork onto the plate in front of him.

Your eyes widen and you feel the tears coming as you play with your hands unsurely. "W-What?"

His jaw clenches and he curses under his breath before picking up his utensil again. "Just go upstairs or something, anywhere but here."

After hearing his words, the first tear slips but you quickly wipe it away. "O-Okay." When he doesn't reply, you turn around and head to the stairs. You make it to your shared room and go straight to the bathroom.

Now that you're by yourself, you let the tears fall freely. You just don't understand why he's talking to you like that. It's never happened before.

He never yells at you.

It feels like it's been hours, but in reality it's only been ten minutes when you hear the bedroom door open. A few seconds of silence pass before there's a light knock on the bathroom door.

"Y/N, angel." Ruel's, now calmer, voice says through the wood separating you. You stay silent, not in the mood to see him yet.

"Come on baby, I wanna talk to you."

That's not what it felt like a few minutes ago.

He knocks again when you don't answer, but this time when he speaks he seems more worried. "I'm serious Y/N, open the door. You're scaring me." Hearing how frantic he actually sounds makes you slowly stand up from the ground and walk over to the door.

You hesitate, but when you finally click the lock it doesn't take more than a second for it to be pushed open.

Ruel looks straight at you, his eyes full of regret. He takes a step closer and reaches out to grab you. Before he can, you stumble back, away from his hands. His whole face falls into a frown.

"I guess I deserved that." He mumbles, running his fingers through his hair.

You wrap your arms around your waist for comfort and look away.

"I'm so sorry for how I acted. You didn't deserve that. You're an angel and I can't believe I talked to you that way-" He cuts himself off by taking a deep breath. "Things at the studio have just been stressful as fuck and I took it out on you. I'm not trying to make excuses, I just need you to know that I could never ever be mad at you."

You sniffle and look up at him again. "You told me to leave."

His jaw clenches and he nods. "I know sweetheart, and i'm sorry for that too. I didn't mean it. I love you more than anything and I never want you to leave me. Ever."

He steps even closer so that he's only inches away and starts to run his fingers through your hair. You play with the end of his shirt, a nervous habit you have, and avoid his eyes.

"Why are you stressed?" You ask quietly, because even though he treated you like crap, you still care about him.

Ruel pulls you into his chest, one hand on the back of your head and the other around your shoulders. "I'll tell you everything as soon as I know we're good."

You smile slightly and wrap your arms around his waist. "We're good."