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"welcome home, yeonjunnie!" you smiled to the raven haired male who entered the door, sweat dropping down his forehead after an intense session of dance practice.

"Hey," he replies, setting his duffle bag down. you moved to give him a kiss, but he outstreches his arms to stop you. 

"a-ah, I just came home, I have to take a shower first," he apologises, briskly moving out of the way to your shared bedroom where you hear the bathroom door open, and close. followed by the sound of water dripping. 

it's been like this for months.

yeonjun had been accepted into bighit as a trainee and you were supportive of him, always sending him food to make sure he ate, texting each other late at night whenever he had dance practice to the wee hours of dawn. 

but it has been years now, and things had changed. 

there were no more facetimes in the middle of the day just to eat together, no more kisses before work, no more sweet messages, only good mornings and good nights. and even that, was forced. you knew what was going on. and you were sure he did to. 

two young lovers, one falling out of love. 

"are you going to bed?" you asked yeonjun as he exited the bathroom. he wipes his hair with his towel, picking out his clothes. 

"I haven't eaten yet," he claims. grabbing a gray hoodie out of your shared closet. 

the gray hoodie he had given you. the hoodie he told you to keep. 

"I'll make you some food," you say softly. 

"it's fine, I'll just-" yeonjun pauses when he turns around to look at you. tears streamed down your pale cheeks as you try to be strong. a weak smile adorned your lips, trembling the slightest. 

"let me make you some food," you tried again, voice shaky. yeonjun speaks quietly in the dark of the night. the small lamp as the only source of light. 

"okay," 

that night, you laid in bed as he ate. fist bunching up the sheets in your hands and tears streaming down your face. your sobs muffled by the thick material of the pillow. you didn't want him to see your broken state, but you had hoped, just a little, that he'd enter and collect you in his arms. kiss your forehead and tell you he's sorry. reassuring you he loves you. for his familiar hands to brush your tears and run up your back and into your hair. 

unbeknownst to you, yeonjun slept on the couch. 

months passed, and he was getting better in the industry. Choi Yeonjun was the name that ranked # 1 in every category. he was put into the debut team not long after. 

his hard work had paid off and he was guaranteed to be debuting soon, but at what price? 

yeonjun hadn't come home for a month and his texts had gotten dry. he would respond hours later or leave you on delivered. and you were tired. 

you were tired of being ignored and mistreated, of being the only one who was putting effort into the relationship. so the day he had came back home to rest, you had mustered the courage to speak it. 

"yeonjun," 

the said boy turned his head from where he was sitting on the couch. his eyes met yours, but they seemed distant. 

the way he looked at you before would send butterflies in your stomach, full of admiration and love. the yeonjun you used to know would pull you into his arms and ruffle your hair, tickling you until you were out of breath and kissing your forehead as an apology after. 

now, his eyes were like a maze. and you were lost in it. 

"I thought if I acted like it didn't matter, it wouldn't," you choked, eyes filling to the brim with tears. he furrows his eyebrows in confusion. 

"(y/n), what-," 

"what was it? was I not enough?" the attempt to keep your tears at bay was futile. yeonjun looks concerned. he reaches out to brush your tears away, but you laugh softly. he's confused. why is he acting like he didn't cause the tears?

"let's go to sleep," yeonjun murmurs. his hands shut the TV that was playing a drama. none of you had actually paid attention to it. it was merely a distraction. yeonjun grabs you gently, leading you to the bedroom. you both wash up and for once, that night, you slept in his arms like you used to. the tears did not stop, but you were safe with him. 

none of you said it, but you knew, somehow, it was the last time. 

the next day, he left. you had dismissed his apologies and his offer to stay friends. he promises to pick up his things within a week. he never came back.

soon enough, tomorrow x together debuted and became the greatest rookie group of all. he had went for it, and never looked back.

2013

"do you really think I should apply?" yeonjun questions, your hand intertwined with his as you passed a poster on your way to the cafe. it was late at night, but that didn't stop either of you from a date night.

"hell yeah! when you debut and become famous, don't forget me," you teased, grabbing the poster for him.

he chuckled, pulling you by the hip, noses touching, "you still owe me a good eighty years. Trust me, I'm not leaving you, (y/n)."