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mythicalage · 2 months ago
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Maybe This Was All A Mistake - HKS
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synopsis: things aren't looking so good in your relationship after 3 years of being with your bf
characters: bf!shota x fem!reader
a/n: i've never published anything on tumblr so pls bear w me as i try to figure things out 😞 also dont know when to add warnings and stuff (non-idol au btw)
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everything was totally fine for the past 3 years. perfect even. so why was there so much tension between you and shota?
well you knew why; the constant arguing over stupid shit which would then snowball into bigger things. usually you guys were so good at dealing with arguments and would end with a mutual understanding.
it's gotten to the point where you're tired of shota's mixed signals. he'd distance himself from you, get angry whenever you wanted attention so when you returned the favor, suddenly he'd turn into a clingy bf.
after 5 months of ranting about the issue to your friends, they were completely over it. reasonably so. they'd always give advice and voice their opinions but you never listened.
"break up with him"
"i dont think i can give up 3 years this easily. he's been better recently."
"yeah and then hes gonna go back to being an asshole"
"we don't know that. maybe its just those situations where we have a few struggles in the relationship and everything will be better again."
"girl— oh my gosh."
maybe you were actually stupid to believe that. nothing changed. it was the same never-ending cycle. did you actually waste 3 entire years on him? 1,239 days if you want to get specific. was the time actually wasted if you were happy with him for the first two years? did the love just wear off?
you both had gone out to downtown, walking around and stopping at a cafe where you two had your first date together. you guys came here pretty often, usually happy, but today was just rather sad. shota only scrolled on his phone as you both were sat right by the large window, waiting for your drinks.
you sighed, biting the inside of your cheek as your chest began to feel heavy. you watched soul mindlessly scroll on his phone, occasionally texting. he still had the polaroid picture of you behind his phone case but you wondered why he even bothered keeping it there. or maybe he simply didn't care enough to take it out.
"order for an iced matcha latte and an iced americano!" the worker placed the two drinks over the counter to which shota looked over and then glanced at you.
"i'll get it." you pushed your chair back and went over to grab the drinks. "thank you," you forced a smile at the worker and received a nod.
you don't really know why you ordered the most basic, kind of disgusting, drink ever. you weren't in the mood to drink or eat anything. as you sat back down, you slid the green latte over to shota and he finally placed his phone down, taking the drink into his hands. "thanks."
"its been a while since we've last been here," your voice was soft but had little to no emotion to it.
"yeah, it has been." shota took a sip of his drink before moving the cup in his hand in a circular motion, probably to mix everything.
it was depressing to see him this way. he was normally very silly, making random noises or rambling on and on about things he's into. it'd be an understatement to say you missed it. maybe it's too late to get that version of haku shota back. maybe you're just not the person who can bring it out of him anymore.
you didn't realize tears had brimmed your eyes until you felt the huge lump in your throat. you shouldn't cry. not in front of him at least and definitely not in public.
shota looked up at you from his drink. he stayed quiet for a moment before finally speaking. "you okay?" he reached for your hand and interlaced your fingers together. part of you wanted to snatch your hand away but the other part wanted to feel the warmth of his hand for as long as you could — before you commit to your decision of breaking away from him.
"shota," you choked on your voice, biting your bottom lip afterwards as tears begin to finally slip down your cheeks. you looked at his face before looking down at your hands, "lets.. break up."
although you didn't see it, shota's face dropped, his mouth slightly gaped. "you.. want to break up...?" his grip on your hand loosened but he didn't let go completely.
you only nodded to his response, biting your lip to prevent any sobs from becoming audible, simultaneously trying to stop the tears to no avail.
"baby, what? why? please, let's just talk about this." shota pleaded quietly but loud enough for you to hear.
you looked back up, your eye makeup slightly ruined by the tears. you sniffled as you took your hand away from his, "shota, you know why." you fought to not let your voice crack, carefully dabbing the tears off your cheeks and from underneath your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt.
"no, i don't know why. sure we have these small moments where we're upset but that's normal. we always go back to how it used to be, do we not?" he leans over the table and cups your cheek with his hand, his sad eyes looking into your teary ones.
you think about it. maybe he is right. you might've been thinking a little irrationally.
no. this can't happen again.
you shake your head, pushing his hand away from your face and you get up from your chair. "no shota. i'm tired of feeling this way. you give me attention when you feel like you're losing me but after a while, you go back to being a dickhead." you frown, taking your drink into your hand.
he gets up as well but leaves his drink on the table. at this point a few people are staring but it doesn't matter. "please y/n. don't leave me. we can fix this."
"there's no 'we' anymore, shota. i'm sorry." you drop your head.
shota only stays quiet. he grabs his drink and tosses it into the nearby trashcan and does the same to the cup in your hand. he knows you don't even like americanos.
when you guys came in not too long ago and ordered the drinks, he was confused as to why you had bought it. it doesn't matter anyway.
he swallows the lump that had now formed in his throat, taking a deep breath before talking.
"can i at least hug you for one last time?"
your heart shatters. you look into his eyes with blurry vision due to the tears and you wrap your arms around his body.
his face meets the top of your head as his arms hug your waist, rocking both of your bodies side to side as you silently sob into his chest.
"i'm sorry i couldn't be a better boyfriend to you."
after the hug you couldn't get yourself to say goodbye to him. you simply let go and walked outside and got yourself an uber.
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this is going to be a bitch to get over.
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a/n: definitely not my best work but i somewhat tried whidkwkd if this is total shit lmk 😭😭 wattpad-esque ahh story omg
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