Sunwoo x Reader, angst, no other warnings, open to doing a followup if anyone wants a happier ending :p
"Oh come on, YN, I know you," he says, giving an exasperated sigh and reaching for your hand.
"You don't know shit, Sunwoo," you bite back, snatching your hand out of his grasp. "You're always at the studio or on tour or at a schedule and I know," you cut him off, sensing he was about to protest, "I know it's your job and you love it and I love that for you, but this is the first time I've seen you in months. Properly seen you, in person, for more than five minutes." You let out a breath, all the energy leaving you despite the tension thrumming in your veins with every heartbeat. "I feel like a last minute thought to you, Sunwoo, and I can't keep feeling like this. Not with you."
Silence creeps in when you finish talking, both of you afraid of what you'll say next. Somewhere, the AC kicks on and you feel a cold shiver run down your spine as you stare at the grain of the wood floor.
"YN," Sunwoo says, his voice a small, trembling thing. Nothing at all like the confident and warm voice you've come to know and love. "What," his voice cracks, "what are you telling me?"
You pull your bottom lip into your mouth, steeling yourself for your next words, as you slowly turn your gaze from the floor to his eyes. You can see that you both know already how this is going to play out, what your next sentence will be, but you can still see a shine of hope in his eyes that he's wrong. That he's so, so wrong about this, and you're going to say something different and he'll reply and things will be better between you two moving forward.
And you hate yourself for what you're about to say, but you hate the way you've felt over the past months more. Cold, lonely, unwanted, unneeded, the last candy in the Hallowe'en jar that nobody wants...
"I'm telling you that you should get your things and leave, Sunwoo. I don't want to see you anymore." You feel your eyes start to water but refuse to let a tear fall; instead you watch as Sunwoo, the man you love... loved? Breaks apart on your couch, begging for you to, pleading for you to take him back.