Face Me (Bangchan x Reader)

Part Ten- "If you want to talk, come over."

 

    Chris's POV:

       I felt my heart crack. I hate that she left like that, I can't help but think that I drove her away. my head was cloudy with thoughts and emotions. My knees grew weak, beginning to shake and bend slightly. Leaping from the spot I was standing, I let my legs follow in Y/n's direction.

      I could only see her in her car, quickly pulling out of the parking lot. I sprinted down the sidewalk after her car. I don't know what I was expecting though. I just had the heaviest feeling in my chest that I could've just pushed her too hard, and I didn't want that. I feel empty now. I made a swift turn around and dragged myself back to the café. I looked up and Felix was wide eyed, looking right at me.

     "Mate..." Was the only thing he could say before I sat in the same spot as before, just looking at the empty seat in front of me. the seat that was once filled with Y/n. The same table we had talked endlessly with each other at. The same table that felt weighted with emotion now. Was it all gone now?

   

      Once the day had come to an end, I went home with the same thoughts swimming in my head from earlier today. I took a quick shower but then just lay in my bed, staring at the blank ceiling. Contemplating whether I should shoot Y/n a text, a call, or just leave her alone, I now sit on the edge of my bed, phone in hands and staring at Y/n and I's conversation, getting ready to type a message. Was it right though? Was it too early or too late? Why is everything so difficult? I finally muster up enough words, thoughts and courage to send her a text message.  A few sentences along the lines of:

Hey Y/n. I cannot find enough words to express how sorry I am about earlier today. I pushed you when I shouldn't have and you have every right to be mad at me.

     Is that to much? Not enough? Too cliché? Do I sound like a clown? I set me phone down after I sent the message. My hands were cold, my head was pounding, so I hopped up from my bed and lazily walked to the medicine cabinet to grab some ibuprofen so try and suppress the pain. Putting two of them into my mouth and swallowing, I trudged back into my bedroom just in time to hear my phone ding. I bolted to my phone, clutching the small metal device in my hands as my eyes peered into the screen.

                                                 it was y/n

     My fingers moved faster than lightning as I eagerly read her response. My eyes widened in surprise at such a short, but meaningful response.

        "If you want to talk, come over."

     After that she sent me her address. My question is, how does she still put her trust in me after what happened today? All of this is confusing to me but at the same time, I was glad she wanted to possibly resolve this issue, but also that she was willing to even still talk to me.

     Grabbing a pair of joggers, I put on a tanktop and a hoodie, and then grabbed an extra hoodie. Putting my phone, wallet and slinging my extra hoodie over my shoulder, I put on a pair of converse. Swinging my door open, I took ahold of the keys hanging by the door, and finally shutting it swiftly behind me. I entered my car and put her address into my GPS. My hand put the key into the ignition, then turned the key. As the started car rumbled under me, I pulled out of my driveway and onto the road. Glancing at my phone every once and a while, I was told by my GPS where to go. With my destination in my mind, I focused on the road. But like always, my mind wandered to Y/n.

   I pulled into what the GPS said was her driveway. I turned off the car, and took a long breath as I stared at what I was hoping was her house. The darkness engulfed me as the light turned off inside the car, so I took that as a sign to open the door, and to walk to the door. I knocked on the door in a short rhythm. I looked down at my feet and realized that the silence seemed to pull out the sound of my heartbeat. The door swung open and my eyes darted up. My eyes landed on Y/n. Her eyes were red and they seemed swollen, and she was sniffling. I had never seen her like this. It made my heart break and she waved at me to come in, but no words. I took a step forward, and she closed the door behind me.

    She lunged toward me for a hug, and I scooped her up in my arms, welcoming her in a hug and hearing her whimpers as she started crying....sobbing into my chest. My eyes teared up just listening to her, and it broke me, more than before. But I had no idea what was going on. After what seemed like forever, she pulled away and looked at me. She was wearing a tanktop and sweatpants. She crossed her arms and held my hand, beginning to put one foot in front of the other and lead me somewhere. I guess she took me to her living room, where she took a seat on the couch and pat the seat next to her. I sat down and handed her the extra hoodie I had brought with me.

     "Here..." I spoke softly, but was surprised when I watched her slide on my sweatshirt, she was swimming in it. Y/n was smiling, she was smiling! That's good!

    "I really don't know how I'm going to talk to you without crying..." She sniffled once more.

    "No rush, Y/n..."

    "I'll go straight forward with it." Y/n spoke.

    "Alright..." I waited patiently for her.

    "Chris....My mother died."

{Do you know how sorry I am for taking a long break unannounced? I am sorry. But thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed. I left for a bit because I was getting busy and school was getting too much for me to handle. I also had the flu. okay...enough blabber. thank you once more! unedited, (1083 words)