Face Me (Bangchan x Reader)

Part Nine- Bitter-sweet Unwanted Confrontation

No one's POV:

Waking up the next morning was refreshing. Thinking about the previous night was brought a warm feeling to your chest and butterflies to your stomach. Running a finger through the soft and slightly tangled hair, the sound of your rushed heartbeat and slowed breathing were the only things that could be heard. Sighing, you sat up and saw the picture of you, your mother, and your father. Frozen, then feeling a rush of red to your face and dampness to your eyes. Your vision now clouded, you lay back in your bed. Feeling a ball in your throat, you choked and tears exploded from your eyes. You no longer had a warm feeling in your chest; it was replaced with a cold feeling, and weight filled your stomach and not butterflies. Yes, you know you had to move on at some point but you couldn't at this moment- or any of the previous moments for that matter; and probably not soon. This is the point when you realized something. The whole time you were happy and nearly all the worries were lifted off your chest when you were with him.

Chris was the man that was keeping the sadness hidden.

You were barely afraid of your feelings last night because your focus was all on Chris. All attention was directed towards him. Whimpers were now filling the air, no longer was your breathing and heartbeat. Your face became more red and your under eyes became puffy. Your skin became damp with tears as they were still dripping out of your eyes.

Y/n's POV:

Why does it happen so randomly? I wish I could just keep my tears in but it's helpless. Now I want to go see Chris. I wipe my tears away and get dressed, slipping my black skinny jeans on. Putting a black tank top and then a oversized cream colored sweater. Grabbing my fluffy, thick socks that hug my feet, I slide on my slightly heeled boots. I put on a quick by neat layer of lip tint. Grabbing a scarf and a beanie, I snatch my wallet and keys. Locking my door on my way out, I walk with no rush to my car, opening my door and getting in. As soon as I was done buckling up I but the keys in the ignition and switched the car on. Pulling out of my driveway, I began the short drive to 3MACHA. My nose was runny from the previous breakdown, so I was constantly having to sniff to keep my nose from running. The rest of the ride was silent.

My car parked right next to the café, I stepped out and entered the café. That familiar welcoming smell. Coffee scent filled my nose. I walked up to the counter and there was the guy I met the last time I was here. His nametag read, "Felix".

"Hi Felix." I greeted pulling out my wallet. He smiled, lifting his hand and slightly waving it just before a very deep voice exited his throat.

"Ello' Y/n. How can I help you today?" I smiled at him, nodding my head slightly as I formulated my answer.

"I'll try your vanilla bean cold brew this morning. Uhm, a large please?" After that I smiled. I shouldn't though. Because my eyes became moist once again. Just pretending to be happy felt like a gut-punch. Me guilt-tripping myself, or nearly masking my inside to everyone and everything to the outside.

"Oi sure. It's 2.50..and uhm, Y/n are you alright? You seem a little, off?" He questioned, raised his eyebrow slightly, his voice becoming a higher pitch at the end of his questioning sentence. I paused, my eyes watering a little bit more. Then I realized that if I left him hanging for too long, then it would be obvious that I was not.

"Yeah, yep. I'm great. I'm gonna sit over here." I nodded quickly, pointing over to my desired seat before I walked over and sat down. I set my phone down and looked out the window, not wanting to be bothered to much but I wouldn't be bothered if Chris talked to me. I rushed my hand to wipe my face when I found that a tear slipped from my eye. I turned and noticed that in the corner of my eye behind the counter, Chris and Felix were talking. I turned away once more and looked out the window. I had to stop the flow of tears before I burst. I managed to stop anymore tears from falling. Clean, swift, footsteps arrived next to me. I swiveled my head as I looked up at the figure and half smiled. He moved so he could sit in front of me and passed me my drink. I took the ice cold drink in my hand and lifted the straw up to my lips. I let my lips caress the straw and took a sip. I bitter-sweet, cold liquid glided over my tongue. Then, Chris began to speak.

No one's POV:

"Good morning Y/n. Did you rest well?" He rested his elbows on the table, leaning forward to get closer. Chris took one arm and rested his chin on the heel of his palm.

"Good morning! Yeah, I slept good. Did you?" You asked back, lifting one of the corners of your mouth while giving a slight nod. His eyes looked like they were trying to dissect your brain, to try and figure you out. That feeling scared you, because you didn't really want to explain everything. It might be too much, or it could drive him away- at least that's what you thought.

"I slept fantastic. I don't want to dilly-dally on this question. I'm worried about you. Felix said you were off and now I can see it for myself. Are you doing alright?" Chris was straight forward, but calm and collected. He wanted to make sure his feelings were clear that he was concerned.

"I'm doing just fine." That was such a big lie. It was the same mask as the fake smiling that made your eyes dampen. Nodding frantically to hid your eyes, that was the end of your response. You could hear him sigh an unsatisfied sigh. That's when you looked up at him, ignoring the water puddling up in your eyes.

"Y/n, I know that's a lie. Honey, just tell me what's wrong." All you did was shake your head as your lip quivered, disconnecting your eyes from his. You were prepared to walk out of the café if you needed to. Quickly grasping your phone, you shoved it in your pocket, alongside you wallet. Then, grabbed your drink with both hands.

"I'll try and help you as much as I can. I know a cry for help when I see one." Chris's face grew more and more worried as his hand glided against one of yours that was attached to your drink. His soft, warm fingers made small circle against your knuckles. That was your breaking point. You stood up, but almost at the same time, Chris stood up. As you took a few steps and put a caring hand on your shoulder, making you turn around out of instinct.

"What if I don't want to tell you?" You didn't dare look into his honey colored eyes.

"What if I want to know?" He subtly persuaded, lifting her chin so your eyes met.

"Then I hope you really enjoy disappointment."

Was your only response before you pulled away from him and jogged out of the café, rushing to your car and getting in. Dropping your drink in the cup holder, you put the keys in the ignition and that's when the tears finally started to flow. You let your head fall forward and rest on the steering wheel. Whimpers flowed out of your mouth and into the air as the streams of tears became rivers.

Before you knew it, you were driving home while your eyes were still clouded with the feeling of dread and sadness. From what you know, or with your luck, you had no idea if Chris would ever want to talk to you again after the whole fiasco that just went downhill.

{Okay I know that I said I wanted to work on having longer chapters but I'm proud of how this chapter came out and stuff. But its unedited so don't hate me please. 1431 words. and thank you for reading, I hope you all had happy holidays and a great new years! 2019 flew by. -kpopstan