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ryxiez · 1 year

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Not A Walk In the Park

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Genera ➛ angst (no part 2 yet)

Pairing ➛ idol!Yeonjun x nonidol!reader

Word Count ➛ 1.05k

Warnings ➛ swearing, yelling, belittling the reader, (other angst stuff). Nicknames like baby and my love.

AN: I don’t see myself writing a second part any time soon, so for now it’s going to be left open ended

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Fighting wasn't a usual occurrence between the two of you. Communication was something you both valued. You guys even took pride in being good at ever since your relationship started. However, that fact didn't seem to apply to today.

Things were said that either neither of you meant, the words thrown around almost as if they meant nothing. But, the sting was real.

It happened to be a long day for you, wanting nothing more than to curl up into your boyfriends arms for the rest of the night and sleep. It always helped you forget the rest of the world for a while when he would hold you tight.

On the other hand, Yeonjun seemed to have extremely different plans.

He himself had a long day but his consisted of constant vocal and dance rehearsal. He just wanted some time to himself to think. Not about anything in particular yet everything at the same time.

However, Yeonjun had trouble vocalizing that today. He was overstimulated and didn't know how to explain was he was feeling in sensible words. As a result things took an awkward turn.

You pushed the door to your shared apartment quickly, throwing your bag aside and kicking off your shoes like you usually do, letting out a deep sigh.

Yeonjun sat with his back to you on the couch, he had his hands in his lap and his head held down. His long black hair covering the look on his face. The news channel was on, but the volume was on mute, something that was very unusual.

To you it looked like your boyfriend could use some cuddles. Maybe you were a bit bias because you wanted them yourself, but when you threw your arms around him from behind, you thought nothing more of it.

On the other hand, he became agitated immediately, his posture straightening back up fast as he reached around himself to push you away.

"Baby?... What's the matter my love?" You were confused when you asked, walking around to the other side of the couch so you could see his face clearly.

You tried to reach out for his hands that were again placed in his lap balled up into fists, wanting to hold them for reassurance. But his face scrunched up in disgust.

He harshly swatted away your hands, "Why do you always have to be so fucking clingy all the time... jeez!" He said loudly with an exaggerated sigh as he stood up from the couch.

"Excuse me?" You asked defensively, your own emotions starting to bubble up as you took a step back from his towering figure.

"You heard me. Just fuck off and leave me alone, I'm tired. I don't need you making it worse like you always do." He grumbled, now walking away from you.

Now it was your turn to be upset, he couldn't just say things like that and expect everything to be all okay.

"Your not the only one who gets to have hard days around here Mr. 'I'm more Important"' you shot back.

You had to admit, you were being childish, but it was hard to think rationally when all your feelings started crumbling. You were only trying to be nice and this is how he repays you?

"See! There you go again, blaming me for everything! Last time I checked, your not the idol around here. You just work some god damn low life job and get away with it because your in a relationship with me." He yelled, rolling his eyes and continuing to walk to your shared bedroom. He slammed the door shut without another word.

You groaned in frustration after the loud slam reverberated through the house, he's never raised his voice at you before let alone insult you like that.

You didn't want to think anymore once you felt the tears already start to fill your water line. You knew you had to leave, at least for the night, swearing that you would suffocate if you stayed there any longer.

Putting on your shoes quickly, your adrenaline running fast, you made your way out of the apartment. you couldn't think straight as thoughts flooded your mind.

'I'm I annoyingly clingy?' 'Does he really think I'm just using him for money?' 'Does he think he's actually that much better than me?' And worst of all... 'Did he fall out of love?'

Letting your feet take the lead and your brain take a back row seat, you had no idea where you were going.

You had nowhere to go. Nobody to run to. You uprooted your whole life for Yeonjun, moving away from your family and friends so you both could find a place closer to his own job at the studio. He was the only safe space you knew., but he went and threw it all away with just a few words.

It was getting dark, but by now you had an idea of where you wanted to go. There was a park a few blocks away, a very beautiful one at that. One that you had many dates at with Yeonjun, but that's besides the point.

By the time you made it there, you weren't running anymore. Tears stained your cheeks and you were out of breath. You don't remember letting them fall because you tried to hold them back, but you felt better getting them out.

Finding a secluded bench, in the corner of a small flower field, you felt a little bit better curling up onto it. Your knees curled into your chest as the small lamp on the path illuminated the flowers around you. They calmed you momentarily until a sob escaped your throat when you remembered why you were here in the first place.

- To Be Continued

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actual-lea · 4 years

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Vanishing Point - Chapter 13

(AO3)

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The waiting room isn't much more exciting than the car; there's a TV on one wall showing some public access channel, the sound muted but the closed captioning on. Aside from Tim and a red-haired college-age girl scrolling through her phone four seats away, the room is empty.

He's not really surprised, of course, this early on a Friday morning. He stifles a yawn and glances once again at the clock on the wall, for what has to be the hundredth time in the last half hour.

A door opens, and Jay walks out, followed by a familiar face that Tim recognizes immediately.

“Tim, good to see you!” Dr. Philips says with a smile when he notices him.

Tim stands to shake his hand as he approaches, hoping his own smile doesn't look too forced.

“I was hoping I might get to talk to you today,” the doctor continues, then gestures to the open door. “Would you mind stepping inside for a moment?”

Tim glances back and forth between the doctor and Jay, now standing at the reception desk with his back turned.

“Sure thing,” he says finally. “I'll be right back,” he adds as he walks past Jay, who doesn't look up from the clipboard full of paperwork in his hand.

The office looks about the same as it did the last time he'd visited – how many years had it even been since they'd had a face-to-face consultation?

“How have you been feeling?” Dr. Philips asks as he shuts the door. “The last time we spoke on the phone, you seemed to be doing well.”

Tim nods. “Yeah, everything's still been about the same. Medication's still fine, still haven't really been having any side effects, aside from some headaches.”

“And those are still...” He gestures vaguely with one hand. “Mild? You mentioned that just ibuprofen was working well enough as a treatment for that?”

“Yeah.”

He clasps his hands together. “Good! I'm glad to hear it.” Tim watches him cross the room to stand on the other side of his desk. “The reason I brought you in here is that I'd like to discuss with you a few things about your friend.”

“Isn't there...” Tim shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “Aren't you not allowed to talk about this stuff with other people?”

“Considering the situation, I asked Jay if he had anyone that he'd be willing to list as a caregiver, someone I could disclose certain information to, and he named you.”

Tim blinks. On the one hand, it does make sense, considering that he's the only person Jay knows at all currently.

But it's still surprising, since Jay obviously doesn't trust him in the slightest right now.

“And naturally, it would be helpful if there's any information you could give me about his condition, as well.” He takes a seat behind the desk. “How well do you know him?”

Tim sits in one of the two chairs facing the desk. “We used to be...sort of close, I guess? He, uh... I think he had moved, a while back, and I lost touch with him, until a few days ago.” He clears his throat. “He called me, sounding...really disoriented and confused, and I found him and he just... He couldn't remember anything but his name.”

“Do you have any idea what might have occurred prior to that?”

He shakes his head.

Dr. Philips nods, and shuffles some papers on his desk. “I've referred him to the hospital over in Southport next week for some testing, to see if we can rule out anything neurological. But, based on the sheer scope of memory loss, my best guess at this point would be that there's a dissociative element to this, possibly involving some kind of severe trauma.”

Tim swallows, and nods his head numbly – what's the proper reaction for that?

“If that's the case,” he continues, “it's entirely possible that the amnesia will disappear on its own, once he's reached a point where he feels safe from whatever might have caused it in the first place. Right now, the best thing you can do for him is help to create a stable environment, and we can go from there. Does he live nearby?”

Tim fumbles for an answer. “I don't– I'm not sure. He...can't remember, and like I said, I haven't seen him for a few years before this, so...”

“Then in the meantime...” Dr. Philips pauses to write something down, then meets Tim's eyes again. “If you're willing and you have the space, I'd suggest that he stays with you for a while.”

Tim nods again, slowly. “Yeah, I... I was thinking about that, already...”

If only he had a place for Jay to stay.

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When Tim returns to the waiting room, Jay is nowhere in sight, and panic clenches tight in his throat.

He rushes out the door, and relief floods through him; Jay is sitting on the bench right outside, slumped over with his elbow propped up on his leg and his cheek resting in his hand, looking like the picture of boredom, if Tim didn't know him better.

He looks up as Tim approaches, and an overwhelming sense of déjà vu momentarily washes over Tim.

“You, uh, ready to go?” he prompts after a moment, when Jay doesn't move.

With a sigh, Jay stands and follows Tim back to the car.

(next chapter)

#marble hornets #marble hornets fanfiction #fanfiction #lads at this point the streak of having updated this thing so many days in a row might be the most powerful motivation i've ever had #to keep writing a fic #the trade-off is that i'm kind of just word-dumping and not doing a whoooole lot of editing #(so criticisms are like super duper welcome right now)#i feel like the pacing on this is going to get kind of weird and maybe a little too day-to-day ish?#but this has essentially just turned into me challenging myself via this story so sorry if parts of it end up a little subpar

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