Hi anon! 🩵 thank you so much for your request. It took me longer than I expected, big apologize for that. But better late than never, so here it is. Hope you like it!
Genre: Angts ??, hurt/comfort.
Pairing: Dokyeom x gn!reader.
Warnings: Dk is a big idiot bit rude, misunderstandings, crying but ends well.
- Yuin’s note: Barely proofread. I really tried to do something shorter for the sake of my (now weak) mental health, but I ended up writing this 😭
Seokmin sighed deeply and knocked on the door again. He had lost count of how many times he had done it, and every time the result was the same: absolute silence.
Seokmin sighed deeply and knocked on the door once more, trying to ignore the pain on his knuckles and the heaviness on his chest. The absolute silence filling the apartment was like a punishment, a weight on his shoulders that was greater than he could bear.
“Y/n, can you come out? Please,” he said softly, pleading, “we need to talk.”
“No, I don’t want to...” you mumbled from the other side, “get lost.”
I’m sorry,” he swallowed hard, resting his forehead against the door, “I shouldn't have said that.”
Maybe it was his broken voice, or the many times he had already begged for your forgiveness; something inside you seemed to have made you react, and getting up from the bedroom floor, you placed your hand on the doorknob, your hands trembling as you hesitated at the last second.
“Promise that… you won’t yell at me again…”
“…I promise. I just want to see you.”
You had arrived especially late from work. After the usual workday, you went out with your coworkers to celebrate—it was the start of the weekend, and the night was still young, so you couldn’t say no when the whole department agreed to go out for dinner and some drinks.
It had been a wonderful evening, you arrived at your apartment and you were still euphoric, however, it only took a few minutes for it to completely disappear.
You just walked into the living room when Seokmin came out to meet you. He was still wearing his work clothes, his expression strangely serious.
“Seokminie!” you exclaimed, trying to ignore the tension on his face, “how was your…?”
“Tell me where you were,” he interrupted, his voice serious and demanding, “I’ve been trying to reach you for hours.”
“I was just drinking with my coworkers, that’s all.”
You raised both arms toward him, but you stopped in your tracks when he took a step back with no hesitation.
“You’re not going to convince me like that,” his face grew more tense, his voice harsher, “Tell me the truth, why did you come so late without telling me anything?”
“I already told you, I went for dinner and some drinks with my coworkers. We were all women, don’t worry about that”
“How can you just say that? I tried calling you, a lot of time, and you didn’t answer any of them. You made me worry!”
“You’re overreacting, I would never…”
The argument did nothing but escalate quickly to the point where there was no room for explanations, nor for excuses, it was like a contest of who could say the worst sentence to the other part, and it was only a matter of a few words before there was no turning back.
“You don’t care about me or what happens to me” you objected, pointing your finger at him.
His jaw tightened, his voice started to raise more and more with every sentence. “What do you mean that I don’t care? I was all worried about you!”
“Oh, really? Then, why didn’t you show up? My friends were the only ones there when I needed you the most!”
“If you’re so happy with them, then why are you even here!? Just go away!”
You swallowed hard as you stood there, tears filling your eyes. Your throat was sore but still you managed to find courage to continue. “…If I leave, you won’t see me again.”
His voice echoed in the walls and to the deepest part of your mind, a shiver ran down your spine as you tried to think of a proper answer, but you could only ask a simple question. “... What?”
“I don’t want to see you anymore!”
There was a brief and heavy silence; the echoes of his words were still lingering in the air, and before you could hear anything else, you ran to the bedroom slamming the door behind you with all of your strength, and the words left unsaid turned into tears impossible to stop.
Why did it have to go so far? You told yourself there was no need to be so cruel, as if it were all his fault. But in the end, the only person you could blame was yourself, as a burden that was yours and only yours.
The door behind you started to sound several times, Seokmin knocking and calling your name, each time more insistently, every passing second added a new layer of confusion and despair into him.
“Y/n! I’m sorry!” he exclaimed. “I didn’t mean to say that.”
But there was no response other than muffled sobs from the other side of the door.
“Let me in, please!” he continued, “we need to talk!”
No matter how many times he called, you couldn’t do anything. Sitting on the floor, you brought your knees to your chest and hid your face there. Coming out wasn't a option, you were afraid that opening the door would mean facing a stranger again.
His words were stuck in your head to the point where you felt like it might explode at any moment, and the voice calling your name only intensified that pain.
“Why did I even come home…?” Was all you could think of. And finally, the silence you longed for.
Seokmin sighed deeply and waited for a moment, taking the deepest breath, and knocked on the door again, this time slow and gentle, calling you with a calm voice.
“I’m sorry,” he swallowed hard, resting his forehead against the door, “I shouldn't have said that.”
Maybe it was his broken voice, or the many times he had already begged for your forgiveness; something inside you seemed to have made you react, and getting up from the bedroom floor, you placed your hand on the doorknob, your hands trembling as you hesitated at the last second.
“Promise that… you won’t yell at me again…”
“…I promise. I just want to see you.”
No words were said, no one dared to break the awkward silence or close the small distance between you. It was almost impossible to look him in the eyes, but somehow you managed to utter a few words.
“I tried to call you a while ago,” you murmured, “why didn’t you answer even once?”
“What? When?” Seokmin remained thoughtful, and when the ideas connected in his head, he felt a strong pressure on his chest. “No, it can’t be…”
“The boss yelled at me for something I didn’t do,” you explained, the words barely leaving your mouth. “He even kicked me out… So I called you. B-but you never answered.”
You raised your gaze to meet his now softer face. “I didn’t know what to do, and I started crying…” you lowered your gaze again, feeling extremely weak before him, “I stayed outside, until my friends finished their shift… and they tried to cheer me up”.
“It's my fault...” he said, taking your trembling hands in his with tenderness. “I got home late for something that happened at work, and I was so upset that I didn’t notice my phone had died.”
“…no, it was all my fault.”
“What? N-no, that's not true!”
Seokmin wrapped you in his arms, resting your face against his chest. It was a warm and familiar embrace, it was what you had been longing for all night. And you clung to him tightly, painfully, pressing your body against his as if that were the solution to all your problems.
His hands caressed your back in a comforting way, and he began to hum a soft melody in your ear until your sobs slowly faded. Before you knew it, you had calmed down, and the only thing that could be heard in the entire apartment was Seokmin’s tender voice, just for you. He then left a small kiss on your shoulder and pulled back a little to look into your eyes.
“I didn’t know what else to do,” he gave you an awkward smile as you chuckled, and he cupped your face in his hands to join you. “I guess I did okay.”
The soft laughter brought an end to the tension you felt, while a cheerful Seokmin left small kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, and finally, an innocent one on your lips. He sighed, staring deeply at you.
“I’m sorry you had a bad day,” he said, tucking your hair behind your ear, “and I apologize for hurting you., none what I said is true”
A single tear ran down his cheek, and you wiped it away with your thumb. “I also said horrible things to you… I’m sorry.”
Both of you smiled and shared a long hug, as if that could make up for all the misunderstandings and bad moments. Although, it could still get better…
“You must be exhausted, y/n,” he whispered in your ear, “Do you want to take a hot shower? Then we can drink some tea and talk about our day.”
You rested your head on his shoulder, thoughtful. “What if… we take a hot shower together and then you make the tea?”
He chuckled softly. “Just promise me you won’t fall asleep this time.”
You nodded enthusiastically, but he knew you were lying.
Seeing you cuddling on the couch in your pajamas made him smiled to himself, and after giving you a peck on your forehead, he carried you to bed. Even after many years, Seokmin still couldn’t believe how you could turn his world upside down, for better or worse, with a missed call or a gentle hug.
Seokmin lay down beside you, taking your hand under the warm blanket and stared at you one last time, closing his eyes as he smiled.
“I'm so grateful to be with you…” he whispered even knowing you were asleep, “good night, love”.
