#leo angst
Genre: Angst
Member: Leo/Taekwoon (VIXX) - feat. Ken and Hyuk
Words: 760
A/N: Look, I’m just as surprised as you are. I just found this in a document from 2015. I think someone wanted a second part, but I can’t find the message in my asks. I think it was going to be longer, but it after finding it, it seems finished. SURPRISE THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN HERE SINCE 2015!
It’s been a few months. After his friends cleared out his things, life seemed a little brighter. But it was hard to break old habits. The kitchen light is still left on in case he comes home, home being not a place but a feeling. A feeling you hope he only gets when he’s with you. You still lay on your side of the bed. Sometimes you stay up waiting for him even though you know he’s not coming, a simple habit. The love you have for him never subsides.
To feel normal again, you go to your favorite cafe and order your usual minus the second drink. After the barista hands you your cup, you hear your name from across the small shop. Your eyes find Jaehwan and Sanghyuk waving you over.
“Hey, guys.” You try to smile.
“How’ve you been?” Jaehwan asks, taking note of your uneasiness.
“I’ve been… okay.” You lie.
“Are you sure?” Sanghyuk examines your face. Jaehwan kicks him under the table and gives him a warning look.
“How’s Taekwoon?” You quietly ask.
“Um… to put it simply, he’s been very quiet, more than he usually is. I don’t think I’ve seen him smile in a while. Even Hakyeon can’t get him to talk or laugh.” Jaehwan confesses, “He’s been a wreck.”
“Do you miss him?” Sanghyuk interrupts, earning another kick.
“Um, yeah, but there’s nothing really I can do. That’s just what happens when you leave someone you love.” You shrug solemnly.
“He misses you too.” Sanghyuk gives you a half-smile.
“Oh,” You nod slightly, not quite able to process what he said, “Well, it was nice seeing you guys again. I miss hanging out with everyone.”
“Trust me, we all miss you too,” Jaehwan assures you before you leave the cafe.
You were doing fine until you saw them. You rush back to your apartment before you burst into tears. Who were you kidding? You regret what you said to Taekwoon. It was better seeing him a few times than not seeing him at all.
You miss him.
His presence.
His voice.
His smile.
His laugh.
His embrace.
His intense yet kind eyes.
How his lips fit with yours.
The way he held you at night.
The way he sang so softly to you.
The sweet little notes he left you when you woke up alone.
You miss everything about him.
Now there is nothing left of him in your home. No reminders that it was real. That you were his at one point.
You hate when you get in this mood. Nothing gets done, and you just lay in bed, sleeping a little, reading for a bit, staring at the wall. The drink you ordered from the cafe sits cold on the bedside table. You watch the room turn orange and then fill with shadows. Maybe you should talk to your friends. Get your mind off of everything.
No, your friends can’t fix the pain that permanently resides in your chest. Is there a way to fix it? In all the movies you’ve seen, the heartbroken have always resorted to drinking. Maybe that would work? Even if it was temporary?
You find the unopened wine from that night and remove the cork. With a glass, you pour yourself a drink. As you lift it to your lips, a knock sounds at your door. You sit the drink down and head for the door in confusion as you’re not expecting anyone.
When you open the door, you freeze and stare at the disheveled figure before you. Taekwoon’s eyes are red as if he’d been crying. But he doesn’t cry.He doesn’t show emotions. You swallow hard as the two of you look into each other’s eyes in silence. A tear that rolls down his cheek breaks you immediately, and you shake from the sobs. You instinctively wrap your arms around his torso, him following along.
“I’m so sorry.” You hear his voice crack.
“No, I’m the one who should be saying sorry.” You nestle your face in his shirt.
“Y/N, you were right about everything. I just didn’t want to hold you down anymore. I wanted you to be happy and I thought that meant we had to separate.”
“I’m happy when I’m with you. Not just physically with you, but knowing you care and love me is enough. I was ignorant of it.”
His grip on you tightens, “I love you so much it hurts. And if you’ll have me-”
“Yes.” You cut him off, answering suddenly, unable to take it anymore.
