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Forever and Always

Summary: Kim Mingyu promised to love you forever and always. Why does it feel like that is no longer true?

Genre: angst, lovers to ???

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x gn!reader

WC: 1.5k

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WARNINGS UNDER CUT

Warnings: hurt no comfort, Mingyu is just cruel in this, idk man they're arguing (mostly mingyu though), this relationship is lowkey toxic actually, reader flinches a lot but not bc she's scared of mingyu

Listen to Forever and Always by Taylor Swift for full effect

A/N: hahaha....haha.....ha.... ANYWAY THANK YOU FAWN FOR BETA READING THIS ILY POOKIE

You’re just finishing dinner when Mingyu walks in the door. Your back is turned at first, already prepping his plate, so you don’t see the exhaustion and the frustration weighing on his large frame when he first walks in. You don’t see the tick in his jaw when he lays his eyes on you, see the annoyance when you finish plating his dinner.

“I thought you’d be home later,” you turn around to face Mingyu, a warm smile on your face when you approach the table next to him. The food you’ve made smells delicious, but Mingyu ignores that. “I’m glad you’re here now, though.

Forever and always, right?

“Can I just...” Mingyu exhales heavily. “I’d like to settle in before we eat, please.” You look at him, still smiling.

“Of course! I’ll wait for you-”

“Don’t wait for me.” His voice comes out harsher than he wants it to and you flinch a bit. “I just...just eat.”

“But I thought... I just thought we could eat together tonight.” Your voice isn’t quite disappointed, but it’s enough for the last of Mingyu’s patience to fly out the door.

Forever and always.

You don’t know how long the argument has been going on. You don’t know how long Mingyu’s been yelling, how long you’ve been trying to voice your defense. Your face is burning from the humiliation of the whole situation, and your body shaking but not with anger.

"I already told you that I just want to be left alone,” Mingyu speaks through gritted teeth, standing across the room from you. You can hear the rain pounding outside, and you do your best to use it to calm your mind. You’re backed into the corner of the kitchen, eyes wide and teary although your face is dry. You don’t know if you’re shocked, or if you just can’t bring yourself to cry around the man you’d been in love with for the past six years.

Six years.

You’d been together for six years and never have you seen your lover, the man you’d promised to love forever and always, this angry.

“Mingyu, I just want you to eat something,” your voice is trembling and quiet, and you don’t think he hears you.

“All you do,” he takes a step closer, grabbing the edge of the counter and keeping himself there. He doesn’t move any closer to you than he already is. “Is fucking nag me. All you do is whine about how long your day was, how long it took to cook dinner, to buy groceries. You never fucking stop to really look at me, do you? You never fucking stop to think about how tired I am at the end of the day, and how maybe I just want to be left alone for once. Do you ever stop to think about how fucking annoying you are?”

Forever and always

Forever

Always

Please stop

Your hands are shaking, sweating, and you lower your gaze to the floor. You can’t even tell if Mingyu is talking to you anymore. Can’t tell if he’s just yelling at this point, venting, waiting for you to break.

“All I want is just five fucking minutes of peace, but you can’t even give me that, can you? God, you’re fucking useless.”

Oh.

Mingyu doesn’t snap out of it until he hears the front door slam. He doesn’t snap out of it until he sees that you’re gone, your apartment keys still hanging next to the door. It’s oddly quiet now, and he takes a second to breathe. Takes a second to gather his thoughts, and then the full weight of what he just did hits him like a freight train.

Useless

Annoying

Nag

His phone sits in front of him, and he stares at it. The screen is black, and when he turns it on there are no notifications. He has half a mind to call you, to tell you to come back and that he’s sorry. That he doesn’t know why he yelled at you like that, and it isn’t your fault. He wants to call you, to tell you he loves you forever and always.

The phone remains on the counter, eventually powering off while Mingyu walks to your shared bedroom to lie down.

Forever and always, he supposed, didn’t always mean forever and always.

The rain is relentless, pounding against your skin, soaking you to the bone. Your hair clings to your face, to the back of your neck, and to your shirt. It’s almost ironic how similar it is to the night you met Kim Mingyu.

It had been a Tuesday, you think, during your senior year of college. You’d forgotten your umbrella and were standing just outside the door of the university library. It was cold and wet, and your body was shaking just as it is now. Mingyu had approached you, and at first, you’d tried to ignore the way he stood next to you. He’d been hesitant, unsure of what to say.

Do you wanna share my umbrella?

You’d laughed at that. Of course you laughed.

How are we both gonna fit under there?

He’d flashed you a crooked smile, holding his arm out to link with yours.

A risk we’ll have to take if we wanna catch the last bus. You’d smiled back at him.

Promise you won’t take off without me?

He had hesitated and you’d punched him. He had laughed. God you were so addicted to hearing that laugh.

I promise. Another smile, and the corners of his eyes lift. Forever and always. Your nose had scrunched at the statement.

Awfully bold of you to say to someone you just met.

I’m a bold person.

Tonight, however, there is no umbrella. There is no Mingyu with his awkward, clumsy steps. There is now laughing as the two of you run to the bus stop. No introductions, no joyous exchanges of phone numbers.

Phone.

You’d forgotten your phone. Patting the pockets of your pants, you huff. Keys too. Did Mingyu know? Was he waiting for you? Did he care?

You were sitting on a bench at the bus stop. Rain pelts the glass surrounding you, and you let your body curl in on itself. It’s a miracle you haven’t cried. Maybe your body is too cold- too numb to cry.

What happened to forever and always?

You keep your head down when you knock on the door of your apartment. You’re soaked to the bone, your body still shaking from the argument and the cold of the rain. You wish you’d remembered to grab your keys, but you weren’t exactly worried about coming back when you’d left your home.

The lock clicks, and your body jolts. The inside of your apartment is warm, you can feel the heat even from the doorway. You can see Mingyu in front of you, but you keep your gaze on the ground. You can’t bear to look at your lover, not when the mental wounds the argument left on you are still open and bleeding.

Mingyu sighs, and steps to the side so you can enter your apartment. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do you. It’s agonizing, the walk through the kitchen where he’d been screaming at you just a few hours ago. It’s agonizing walking into your bedroom, knowing he’s trailing behind you and refusing to say anything.

“I put your dinner in the fridge.” Mingyu is sitting on your bed, watching you but making no moves to help you. He doesn’t ask where you were or if you’re alright and the longer he stays quiet, the more you begin to hate him.

Something soft and warm touches your shoulders, and you can’t help but curl into it. A blanket, colored with different shades of red. A blanket you’d made years ago and given to Mingyu as a gift. Your hand goes tight around its edge, drawing it tighter around your body. Mingyu’s hand lingers on your back, hesitant as if he wants to speak but doesn’t know what to say.

“I’m sleeping in the spare room.” You announce, and Mingyu’s hand drops from your back.

“You’re not even- we're not even going to talk about this?” You turn your head, your soaked body still shaking from the cold. Or maybe from the fight. Maybe both.

“What’s there to talk about?” You press, the lack of emotion in your voice startling your lover. “You’ve clearly made up your mind about us. About me.”

Mingyu gnaws on his lip, and you stand there patiently.

“You know I didn’t mean that, Y/N.”

“Do I?” Your head tilts. “I thought I...I thought that you cared about me, Gyu.”

It’s his turn to flinch.

“I do. I swear I do.” You don’t respond this time. Your back is turned to him again, and you hear a shuddering breath escape him. “Y/N, please look at me.”

You don’t.

Mingyu touches your shoulder.

You step away.

His hand drops.

“We’ll talk tomorrow, Mingyu.”

“Promise?”

The door to the guest room shuts, and the apartment is quiet once more. A crack of thunder, a sob muffled behind a hand.

I’m sorry

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