#someone fucking snitched on me to my boss about wearing t shirts like once every 3 weeks

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hey do you any of you have recommendations for sweat pants I can wear to work that will look like dress pants

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Christian Yu x Reader: Let Me Explain - Chapter 2

Chapter 1: These Seoul Streets. | Chapter 2: Uninvited Guests | 

Word count: 2251

Series type: Angst, Smut (in later chapters) & Fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of sex and bad language.

Additional Characters: DPR LIVE (Dabin) and mentions of other artists/fictional characters.

Rough summary: Christian is your boss but also your best friend. You both have feelings for each other but his way of living complicates your relationship.

A/N: I am completely overwhelmed with the love I’ve gotten due to these series. I wan’t to thank everyone for reading and supporting. All of your comments and likes motivate me so much! Also keep in mind that English is not my first language, therefore there might be some spelling/grammar mistakes.

You blankly stare at your phone. Letting Dabin’s text sink in a little. You had a meeting at YG at 10:30 AM with Yura and her management. How unbelievably ironic.

You felt numb about the situation, not knowing how to wrap your head around it, reading Dabin’s texts over and over again. You left him on read, not feeling the need to reply or vent to him about what happened last night before Christian walked away. Back to the club.

You sit up straight in your bed, closing your eyes when you suddenly feel the childish urge to cry.

“What did you expect” you whisper to yourself with a trembling bottom lip.

This time he really did lead you on. This time he really did give you hope that things would be different, and then he turns around and does shit like this.

You fall back onto your bed, sobbing lightly. The lack of sleep which made your head heavier wasn’t helping your situation either. You curled up in your sheets trying to get yourself together.

You had to be professional. You couldn’t let this ruin your work ethic. Not like this.

After a while of feeling miserable you decided to take a hot shower. You stood there for about thirty minutes before you realized you actually needed to hurry if you wanted to make it to the YG building in time.

You put on a black t-shirt dress with combat boots and fishnet socks that stopped just below your knee, staying true to your trendy, dancer type-street style.

After somewhat fixing your face and concealing your tired and puffy eyes, you head out.

As you get there you realized you were on automatic pilot. You didn’t even pay attention while driving, making you wonder how you survive time after time, especially in brutal Seoul traffic.

“Ahh y/n-ah very punctual as always” Lee Sung Hyuk aka Yura’s manager welcomes you with a warm smile bowing to you slightly at the entrance.

You immediately respectfully bow back while shaking his hand. “That’s my job sir” you smile weakly.

You felt terrible. The amount of sleep you got in the past 3 days is what normal people sleep in one day. You didn’t have time for breakfast and even though you didn’t drink last night, you still felt dehydrated. Also the fact that this meeting was for Yura didn’t help at all.

Even so, you had to pull yourself together and not make it obvious to Yura that you knew of the situation or that it bothered you.

After accepting a cold glass of water you walk to the meeting room and kindly greet and bow to everyone there. The room was filled with managers, stylists, vocal teachers and other important people, but Yura was nowhere to be seen.

Everyone waited in silence for the past 15 minutes. You crossed your arms and leaned back in your chair a little. Pinching your nose bridge showing your frustration to all the executives and managers.

“I-I’m sure she’ll be here soo-” Lee Sung Hyuk couldn’t finish his sentence before people’s heads turned to the hallway. The walls around the meeting room were made out of glass, so everyone could see what went on.

Yura arrived with her sunglasses on dressed in a black hoodie and black leggings. She had no make-up on and quickly sat down after bowing to everyone apologizing for what seemed like 20 times. You inspected her attire and saw the logo on the left sleeve of the sweater she was wearing. It said DPR. It had to be Christian’s sweater. You try your hardest not to stare at her, but the fact that she was actually wearing his clothes to this meeting baffled you.

“I was held up at home I apologize” she says. At that she locked eyes with you. She didn’t realize you were there but when she did she cracked a little smile.

It took everything in you not to launch over the table and grab her by the nape of that sweater to beat that smug grin off of her face.

“Shall we continue” you boldly state looking straight into her eyes. “I have somewhere to be.”

The meeting went on as usual. Everything from outfits to schedules and skills were talked about. You couldn’t help but point out the fact that there was a lot of work left to be done on her dancing. It was true, but your petty self exaggerated just a tad bit more to make yourself feel better. Her facial expression dropped when you spoke about her lack of ability.  Knowing you were doing it to taunt her.

What comforted you about this all is that she’d probably be scolded afterwards for being late and not catching up with dance practice, but no matter how comforting that may be, it still didn’t make up for the fact that she fucked him.

The meeting ended after half an hour, and after saying your respectful goodbye’s to everyone except Yura, you walked out of the building as quickly as you could. You felt trapped in there. Almost not being able to breathe.

You walk through the main entrance, happy when the fresh air hit your face.

Sitting in that meeting made you realize one thing. You’re tired of doing things you don’t want to do for someone who doesn’t appreciate you.

You’ve made up your mind. You want out of the contract.

You ignored every call and text from Christian and Dabin, Christian obviously didn’t know Dabin snitched on him. Which was obvious through his texts.

You nearly threw up reading Christian’s messages. He called you for about 15 times in between those texts, Dabin on the other hand blew up your phone like there was no tomorrow.

You delete your call history wiping away the evidence of Dabin calling you around 43 times from 10:00 AM to 12:45 PM.

Dabin was a protective/worried friend who would always check on you from time to time. Mostly you didn’t mind, but today was not the day.

You stand in your kitchen making some of your special mac and cheese, when you hear the door open. Dabin knows where you leave your spare key, so he always just enters unannounced, probably knowing that if he rang the doorbell you wouldn’t have answered the door anyway.

Dabin followed the smell of food to your kitchen and sees you standing in your pajama shorts and tank top stirring in a pot.

He sighed. “Smells good.” Is the first thing he says.

You turn around giving him a look. “Yeah.”

“Yeah? You know I could be an axe murdered who just showed up. You might be a little more alert next time” He says sitting on your kitchen counter looking at you dumbfounded.

“Well Dabin, axe murderers don’t announce that they’re coming over.” You say a little more bitchy then you intended, walking over to a cabinet and grabbing two bowls.  

Dabin’s eyes followed you. He sighed grabbing your wrist when you walked passed him again.

“What, you don’t want some?” you ask emotionless.

“Y/n” he says in an almost pleading tone. “Talk. To. Me” he takes the bowls from you grabbing you by your shoulders trapping you so he could inspect your face.

You look at him with a frustrated frown. “What is there to talk about. Christian is an asshole. He hurt my feelings more then he ever did before last night, and he acts like he didn’t do shit. I had to keep my shit together at that meeting, seeing her stroll into that meeting with HIS hoody on.” You spit out. “I just can’t believe he played me like that. As if I’m on of his bitches”

Dabin closes his eyes. “It’s a fucking mess y/n I don’t know what to say. I told him. I told him you two needed to talk and clear up some issues between the two of you and then he does shit like that. It just baffles my mind. It’s like he agrees with everything I say and forgets after like 5 minutes just to do the shit he’s always done.”

You sigh at his words. Christian is the carefree type. He’ll do what he wants or needs to do. No one can tell him otherwise besides you. Or so you thought.

Dabin pulled you in between his legs and enveloped his arms around you hugging you tightly, trying to comfort you but physical contact when you’re having a hard time always leads to you crying.

“Even if he needed me around for the money and recognition for DPR he might as well be a little nicer to me. At least now I know he’s not using me, he’s just a genuine asshole” you blurt out.

“I’m sorry.” He says sighing into your hair.

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault. If anything it’s mine for believing him and falling under his spell again after he decided to be nice to me for more than 10 minutes.” You sniff into his chest.

“Don’t cry” he says letting go of you wiping away your tears with his thumbs. Dabin felt indifferent about your harsh words on his best friend. Even though what Christian did was fucked up, Dabin knows his heart, and it wasn’t like this. There had to be some kind of explanation to all of his shitty behavior lately.

“I don’t know what has gotten into him lately. Maybe there’s an explanation to all of this.” He says getting off the counter taking the bowls into his hands and giving you one.

“Right” you say rolling your eyes. Dabin will be mortified once he finds out you’ll buy out your contract with DPR. You’re not ready to tell him yet, so you quickly change the subject.

“Let’s just eat, and chill for a while.” You say putting some of your delicious looking special mac and cheese recipe into his bowl, handing him a fork.

He nods giving you a smile. “I actually just came by for your cooking you know.” He jokes to lighten the mood.

“Yeah I figured.” You chuckle.

Christian hesitated to ring your doorbell so he decided to peek through the window.

He didn’t know how to feel when he saw Dabin and you on the floor of your living room just smiling and talking away.

“Is this why she’s ignoring me, because she’s with him?” he whispers to himself in disbelief.

He frowns thinking back to what Dabin said to him in the club last night.

“y/n is loyal, funny, hella cute and hard working. She always puts up with your shit, she takes care of you when your legs won’t carry you anymore, yet you’re out here fucking around, knowing she has feelings for you, which you do too, even though you always try to deny it.”

Did Dabin just want you to himself all this time? Is that what that little outburst of him was.

Still he couldn’t believe his eyes, watching you. Like nothing happened between the two of you last night. He scoffed ��wahhh-chiencha”

There’s only one way to find out what is going on right?

Christian rang your doorbell patiently waiting for you to open the door.

                                                         - inside -

“I honestly think I need a nap after all of that food.” Dabin says throwing his head back.

You got up taking the bowls from your coffee table. “Just get comfortable I don’t care” you say walking to your kitchen. Just as you put your bowls in the sink you hear your doorbell ring.

“I’ll get it” Dabin says yawning, walking towards the front door.

You wonder who it’d be, but you expected a package today so you didn’t think much of it.

“Hyung?” you hear Dabin’s voice echo through your house.

You look up in shock, realizing that could only be one person.

“What are you doing here mate?” Christian asked stepping inside. You quickly dried your hands walking towards the noise.

“I could ask the same of you” you say to Christian standing in the doorway to your hall. You were furious. Where did he find the fucking nerve to show up here unannounced?

Dabin closed his eyes. “Fuck” he whispered under his breath.

“What do you mean, why are you even angry? I called you like 20 times. Is it that hard to pick up your phone? Or were you too busy messing around with Dabinnie here?” Christian spat out to you.

“What the fuck did I do wrong?” Dabin asks cocking his head to the side looking at Christian dumbfounded.

You give him an angry look, balling your fists out of frustration.

“Get the fuck out of my house Christian.” You say crossing your arms. “I’m serious.”

“No” Christian simply stated. “Not until I know what the fuck is going on here and why you are so angry with me”

“Really Ian?” Dabin said to Christian in awe of his denseness to the situation.

Christian ignored him turning his attention to you.

“Y/n?” Christian said with an impatient tone.

“You went home with Yura. Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Really Christian. Even after what you said last night. Is that what you were sorry for? Because you already knew then and there that that’s what you were going to do once you returned to the club!?” you yell at him. You try your hardest to choke back your tears, but your voice already cracked multiple times.

Christian looked at you with wide eyes, finally realizing the situation.

“I-I didn’t go home with her y/n she went home with me” Christian says not thinking of how that just sounded still shocked by your outburst.

“Like that’ll make it better dude” Dabin says giving him a ‘bitch did you really just say that’ look.

You just look at him dumbfounded walking away from him and from confrontation, not wanting to cry in front of him anymore. You slam the door that divided your living room from the hallway behind you. “I want both of you out of here.” You say as calm as you could sound in the situation. The fact that you were crying was clearly audible from the sound of your voice.

Dabin slowly turned to Christian. “Hyung, you’re putting me in the most awkward position of my life right now.”

“I didn’t fuck Yura.” Christian says throwing his hands up in the air. “I didn’t. She was shitfaced drunk! What was I supposed to do!?” Christian fired his anger towards Dabin this time.

“Get her a fucking cab maybe?” Dabin yelled back. He had enough of this shit. He hated to be in the middle of his two best friends. “Let’s just both leave okay? She is in no state to listen to you.

Her judgment is clouded by anger right now. Talk to her tomorrow or when she’s ready.” Dabin calmly stated grabbing his older friend by his shoulders trying to get through to him.

“I hate that she thinks I would do something like that. I hate that she’s crying because of me.” Christian says looking into Dabin’s eyes. Hoping to find answers to questions he didn’t even ask yet.

“Hyung. Come on, let’s leave. Don’t make her angrier than she is right now”

“I don’t want to leave her.”

“It’s not about what you want right now Ian.” Dabin said letting go of Chrstian’s shoulders.

Christian simply nodded agreeing with Dabin, unable to wrap his head around the situation. He felt defeated. Defeated in a battle he didn’t even get to fight in.

Dabin drove Christian home. It was a silent car ride but the two of them didn’t have to speak to know what was on their minds. Of course it was you.

Christian closed his eyes. Frustrated and heartbroken when he imagined you all alone in your apartment, crying over something that didn’t even happen.

He planned to confess to you before he came to your apartment and talk everything through that had been happening over the past few weeks. He could have been hugging and kissing you right now, but a night that was supposed to be the start of something new for the both of you, turned out to be a night he could never have imagined.

“If she would’ve just let me explain” Christian whispers to himself staring out the car window.

Chapter 3: Confrontation