Oscar heaved a sigh of defeat, plonking himself at the edge of the bed. “Well, he locked his door again-.. and he’s either ignoring me, or he’s got his headphones in, or both.”
“What the hell happened yesterday?” Courtney asked, rolling toward Oscar sleepily.
Oscar shrugged; he wasn’t entirely sure. The whole evening had been a disaster from start to finish. “I don’t know, he got in a fight with that kid, didn’t he-.. and my old neighbour saw us n’ decided to reminisce about me fucking OD’ing.”
“He didn’t actually say that, did he?” Courtney’s brows knitted together in shock.
Oscar shook his head, “No, he just said some shit about how he thought I was dead in that grotty bathroom at the Mill-.. I thought Ivan n’ Rhys found me but I guess he must’ve been there too, who knows.”
“What an idiot, bringing that up at the school gates.” Courtney tutted.
Oscar nodded in agreement, pausing for a moment before suggesting, “Maybe I should explain what actually happened? He knew I was lying.”
Courtney stiffened, “No, he’s too young!”
“I hated it when my parents blatantly lied to me though, I’m telling you; he fucking knows.”
Courtney hummed, scratching Oscar’s back thoughtfully. “I’m more worried about him fighting.”
Oscar pondered for a moment before replying, “It sounds like he was just standing up for himself. If he makes a habit of it, then we’ll worry.”
“Yeah, okay…”
Oscar and Courtney glanced at one another as Robin unlocked his door and bolted to the bathroom, hastily locking that door behind him too. With a quick shove, Courtney hissed, “Go, go!”
Robin leapt across the landing and threw himself into his room, his sigh of relief swiftly retreated in on itself as he swung his door shut, however; Oscar had outsmarted him, waiting behind the door.
“I’m not going!” Robin yelled, “I’m sick…”
Oscar calmly shook his head from side to side, “That’s not gonna fly, is it? We both know you’re not sick…”
Robin clenched his fists tight enough for his knuckles to turn white, desperately willing himself to vomit on command, faint, have some kind of fit-.. anything would do.
“If you’re worried about-…”
“I don’t give a shit about Levi.” Robin spat.
Oscar frowned worriedly; he knew Robin hadn’t wanted their holiday to end, or to go back to school, but this abrupt fit of anger was highly uncharacteristic. Surely it was still too early to be worried about the dreaded P word? He had the faint beginnings of bags under his little eyes too-.. which were red raw and puffy, as though he’d spent more time crying last night than he had sleeping.
“What’s the matter, buddy?” Oscar asked gently, gesturing toward Robin with an outstretched hand.
Robin shrugged a shoulder as he crawled beside Oscar, suddenly feeling guilty for yelling. What if his father died right after he’d said something awful and mean? He’d never forgive himself.
“Is it something in particular? A bit of everything?”
Robin remained silent, anxiously nibbling at a stray strip of skin on his bottom lip.
“Talk to me…” Oscar pleaded.
Robin wriggled away from the comfort of his father’s arms and curled into a ball. What the hell was he supposed to say? That he couldn’t sleep all night because he kept seeing Oscar’s lifeless body on a bathroom floor, on a stretcher, in a hospital-.. dying in various awful ways again and again until he wasn’t sure what the difference was between someone else’s memories and his own imagination. That he just wanted his brain to stop and for everyone to just shut up-.. just for once, please.
Oscar didn’t know what to do with Robin’s prolonged silence. He desperately wanted to explain what Larry had been talking about, but Courtney was probably right about him being too young. Besides, he didn’t even know if that was the issue. It could’ve been Larry, or the fight with Levi, or the fact that he missed Alex-.. all of the above, something else entirely?
“I know this Levi kid is probably doing your head in, but you can’t just go around hitting people-.. it’s not okay.”
Robin knew full well that violence wasn’t the answer, but he couldn’t deny that it’d felt a little satisfying to take his frustrations out on Levi. Any normal child might’ve asked if their parents were angry with them-.. except Robin wasn’t normal, and he already knew that Oscar wasn’t mad, nor his mother, so he kept his mouth shut.
Grasping at straws, Oscar cast his mind back to when he was a child. Whenever he was in one of his moods, as his mother always put it, he just needed to know that someone would listen, and he certainly didn’t want to be yelled at or mithered-.. but most of all, he just wanted to be left alone, at least for a little while…
“You can have one day, okay? Just one.” Oscar acquiesced.
Robin barely moved, giving the tiniest of nods in response.
“Alright.” Oscar sighed inwardly, tussling Robin’s ginger curls with affection before reluctantly leaving him be.
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just finished crying my eyes out to love is gone & why do i lowkey want oc to have a major glow up, run into jungkook months later & him realizing he made the biggest mistake of his life like i want him to grovel so bad for her just so he feels a little bit of what she felt … omg 😭
I can totally see it 😌
He runs into you six months later, and the realization hits him like a truck. He fucked up.
You're out with your friends sitting at the bar, looking hot as fuck in tight little number he'd love to peel off you if your were still his. But you're not. And the only person he has to blame for that is him.
And maybe he's had a few drinks, but all he can think about is how pretty you look. Your skin is glowing, and your smile is brighter than he's ever seen, radiant like the sun. Suddenly, it hits him that this smile is not for him. That you'd smile might never be his again, and he's desperate.
He'd do anything to have that kind of sunshine in his life again.
“(Y/n)?”
It's not even a choice to call your name. It just happens. And yeah, maybe he's a little drunk, and if he were sober, he'd have the decency to leave you alone, but he just can't.
One minute, you're locking eyes; the next, he's chasing after you in the crowd, asking you to wait, to just hear me out.
You don't stop for even a second. It's not until you're out of the club and halfway down the street that Jeongguk even manages to catch your jacket and bring you to a pause.
“(Y/n), please. Just wait—"
"What? What do you want, Jeongguk? What could you possibly want with me now?"
Jeongguk wants so much he doesn't know where to start. He tried to apologize, to tell you it was a mistake. He was so, so stupid to think he could ever live without you.
It's been a couple of months since Jeongguk left your bed and walked out of your life. The moment he left your side, he regretted it. And with every step he took away from you, the feeling of dread only got stronger.
He tried to brush it off, tried to reason it out. Things were still fresh; of course, he'd still feel an emotional connection to you. It would pass. Right?
Except it didn't. That empty, hollow, missing feeling didn't go away.
Not when he moved out. Not when he got his own empty, lonely apartment. Not even when Jeongguk tried dating again. Because no one he dated could compare to you.
That ache for you stayed. Always.
He wanted to tell you all of this, but he can't tell by the look on your face that he only has a couple of minutes—hell—seconds before you turn around and leave him behind. This time for good.
So Jeon Jeongguk kneeled, his knees pressing into the hard concrete beneath him. It was gravelly, and he could feel wet spots sink into his jeans from when it rained outside earlier, but he couldn't find it in himself to care about the mess.
All he cared about was you.
Jeongguk begs. "Please. Please give me another chance."
"What? You broke up with me, remember?" You moved to pull away, but Jeongguk held your hand, anything to keep you near.
"It was a mistake. Ending us was a mistake."
"Jeongguk… you're drunk. You won't even mean this in the morning."
"I mean it! I mean it."
I regret it every day." Jeongguk leaned forward, nuzzling his cheek against your thighs. Maybe it's a little pathetic, but he can't help himself; he needs to be close to you in any way he can. "Can't we just start over?"
"Jeongguk…"
Jeongguk looked up at you then, his nose red and his lashes wet with tears. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
He means it; he really does. Jeongguks hasn't been more sorry about anything in his life.
"If you give me another chance, I won't ever let you go again. Say yes. Please?"
Please, please, please?
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Ivan: Oh, hey Tills! It’s uh-.. it’s been a while.
Matilda: Uh-huh.
Ivan: Bruno’s out back if y’wanna come hang out, maybe we can talk or.. whatever.
Matilda: Sure.
Ivan: Y’know, if y’not feelin’ it anymore we can-…
Matilda: What?
Ivan: Nothin’, it’s just…
Matilda: Does this dress make me look fat?
Ivan: [scoffs] I ain’t answer-.. wait, are you pregnant?!
Matilda: Sure looks like it.
Ivan: Seriously?!
Matilda: Mhm.
[Ivan catches himself mere seconds before recklessly tackling Tilda, embracing her gently instead]
Ivan: Christ-.. why’d y’wait so long t’tell us?!
Matilda: [shrugs] I’m telling you now, aren’t I?
Ivan: [thickly] I thought you’d changed y’mind, I-…
Matilda: Don’t fucking cry about it.
[Ivan chokes out a laugh, attempting to swallow the lump in his throat]
Ivan: You’ve been t’the doctors, ain’tcha? What’d they say? I could’a-…
Matilda: This-.. this is why I didn’t tell you.
Ivan: Alright, okay-.. shit, I need a minute.
Matilda: Hey, uh-…
Bruno: I heard.
Matilda: [snorts] It’s wild how different you two are.
Bruno: Opposites attract, right?
Matilda: Clearly.
Bruno: It means a lot, y’know.. to both of us.
Matilda: I know.
Bruno: I’ll try n’ keep him off your back, but we’re here if you need anything.
[Matilda nods appreciatively, forcing a smile]
[Matilda’s hesitance doesn’t go unnoticed by Bruno, who swiftly finds himself wishing Ivan hadn’t run off. He’s not quite sure how to comfort her, but he figures a cuddle should do; albeit an awkward one]
Bruno: Thank you…
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