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petrichor-han · 5 months

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easier; yoon jeonghan

PAIRING | jeonghan x afab!reader

CAST | yoon jeonghan

WC | 2.3k

GENRE | angst, fwb, lovers to exes

WARNINGS | explicit language, non-explicit sexual content (kissing, removing clothes, touching), alcohol consumption, toxic relationship, bad coping mechanisms, mentions of throwing up (due to intoxication)

SYNOPSIS | inspired by the song "easier" by 5SOS // he's your ex, and nothing more. that's what you tell all of your dates, and also what you tell yourself when you find yourself crying in your bathroom drunk at three in the morning. it would make your life infinitely better if you just let him go and moved on, but it's just not that easy to escape the devil in the form of yoon jeonghan.

A/N | uhhh hi everyone!! i doubt this will get any reach but hopefully someone will read this and enjoy it :,) i'm trying to get more comfortable with writing shorter fics so i can keep publishing while i'm in school and it's less pressure!

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Your head pounds to the beat of the music, which is now much too loud for your liking, though it was just fine five minutes ago. Clinging to the grimy, slippery wall of the club bathroom stall, you slowly sink to the ground, feeling a wave of nausea overcome you, both from the tequila shots you’d chugged earlier and the smell of used tampons (you’d realized too late that you knelt down next to the sanitary product disposal). You fight the urge to cling to the porcelain bowl to steady yourself, repeating, it’s filthy, don’t touch it, over and over in your mind as you sway, trying to avoid falling over onto the sticky floor without touching any of the equally disgusting surroundings. Somehow, you manage, and the nausea disappears for a moment. Long enough for you to whip your phone out of your sweaty strapless bra and sloppily text your friends that you’re in the bathroom and probably need help getting out. And getting home.

Then, your eyes linger on the last message you’d gotten from another contact. One that doesn’t have a profile picture, nor a name that the number is saved under. Even so, you know the number by heart. You recognize the area code when you see it in other places. When you see those combinations of numbers in your day-to-day life, sometimes you feel a lump forming in your throat, and you have to swallow past it and pretend like it doesn’t feel like your lungs are caving in on your chest.

The message is nothing special. It isn’t especially long or meaningful, and especially not something that you’re saving for sentimental value. No, the only reason it’s there is because you’re too much of a damn coward to actually block the number, and he’s too much of a narcissistic freak to leave you alone, even though you’ve been broken up for almost a year.

An entire damn year. That’s how much time you’ve wasted on this man, and that isn’t even counting the time you actually spent in a relationship with him.

Coming to this realization, you feel a sudden wave of motivation, coupled with the anxiety-inducing feeling of sobering up and realizing you’ve been hunched over in a sketchy club bathroom by yourself for the past twenty minutes, too drunk to even realize how gross it really is. You decide that this is your sign to call it a night, and seeing that your friends have responded to your text immediately, you simply shoot them another, telling them you’re going home, instead of venturing back out into the jungle-like atmosphere of the club, filled to the brim with animals looking to pounce–figuratively, of course. Though, the man by the entrance of the club with an intense amount of hair gel and a leopard print bow tie did somewhat resemble a hungry predator.

You start to call for an Uber, but somehow your fingers dial his number instead. He picks up so fast your heart skips a beat, and you’re pissed off that it still does that–that he still has such an effect on you. You can’t even control it when the words start tumbling out of your mouth: how drunk you are, how you’re alone right now outside, your location… and finally, how much you miss him. He listens to you, and somehow without even saying a word he sounds smug. You feel guilt and shame pooling in your stomach as you pour your heart out to this man, who really couldn’t give less of a shit about you any more. He just likes the attention. He likes knowing that you still pine for him, and can’t be with anyone else because you only want him, even after a year of being apart. It’s flattering. It strokes his already stupidly oversized ego. You know this, yet you keep talking, until you’re suddenly sobbing.

“Baby, you don’t have to cry. I’m on my way already, you know that, right?” he asks, his voice smooth and even as he comforts you nonchalantly. Perhaps that’s the worst part, how easily he seems to acknowledge your bitter feelings, and not care at all. He’s smart. He knows what he’s doing, how much he’s hurting you. You wonder if it hurts him too.

You hiccup, still feeling tipsy. You didn’t throw up those tequila shots when you were in the bathroom earlier, and you can feel them swirling and burning in your stomach. You start to hunch over the side of the road, bending over the curb as you feel the burning sensation crawling up your throat.

And suddenly, as humiliating as it is to admit, you’re throwing up all over the street, your vomit the color of the liquor you consumed, and completely liquid. You choke on it, because you haven’t learned your lesson that it burns twice as much coming back up, and feel it dripping from your nose. Disgusting, you think. I’m fucking disgusting.

As you wallow in your self-pity and puddle of vomit, you feel a gentle, cool cloth pressing to your cheek, and for a moment you hope you’ve died and this must be an angel caressing your cheek before you ascend elsewhere. But as you look up, you see him–Jeonghan–and perhaps, bathed in the wane yellow lighting of his headlights, he is the closest thing to an angel on planet Earth. Certainly, he is ethereal enough–his blonde hair has grown out more, but he’s kept up with his roots, making the entirety of his flowing locks a pale white-blonde. His face, so smooth and pale in the cool night air, is so familiar and warm, even though he isn’t smiling, not even close. And his hands–his thin, bony hands, cool to the touch beneath his handkerchief as he presses it to your face, cleaning the bile that dribbles from your lips that you’re too lazy and intoxicated to wipe off yourself.

“How did you get here so fast?” you ask, feeling embarrassed as soon as you speak; your words are much more slurred than you thought they’d be. Are you really still this drunk?

“I still have your location,” he says simply, as if it’s normal. As if it’s not weird to be checking your ex’s location at two in the morning. He helps you stand up, and as you wobble, he resorts to just picking you up. You feel his lean muscles flexing beneath his thin shirt, and you sigh. He’s always been stronger than he looks, and you loved the way he made you feel weightless when he lifted you.

He helps you into the passenger seat and does your seatbelt up for you. He hands you a bag, knowing you might feel sick again despite the short drive, and starts on his way back to your place. This makes you feel even more miserable–he used to take you back to the place you shared together, once. And then he would take you back to his place. But now, he doesn’t even stay the night with you. Lately, you’ve been worrying that one day, he’ll stop coming at all. But then again, as you look over at him and his easy smile, his almost lazy grip on the steering wheel as he speeds way past the limits down the road, perhaps not. After all, it’s not always you that calls first. Half the time it’s you picking him up somewhere as he looks up at you, with apathetic eyes as he clamps his lips shut, frustrating you to no end–he asked for you to come get him, so why can’t he talk to you?

But tonight, you’re the pathetic one, the loser. He pulls up in front of your place, and he helps you out. He unlocks your door–he still has the key to your apartment on his keychain–and helps you inside. Neither of you say anything as he helps you undress, not trying to hide how his gaze lingers on your bare skin before he pulls your pajamas on. He even knows how to remove your makeup, and you sit on the edge of the bathtub in the flickering yellow light as he gently wipes away your cosmetics, one hand gently cupping your chin to hold your face steady. That gentle touch makes your breath hitch, and he notices. He pauses his movements, pulling the cotton pad away from your face, and looks into your eyes. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, and a flicker of doubt arises in your stomach.

But then, like it’s nothing, he leans forward and captures your lips with his, his grip on your chin strengthening ever so slightly as he pulls you closer towards him, greedily. It’s selfish, the way he so eagerly kisses you, like he’s starved. Like he’s been missing you, and craving your touch–like only you could satisfy this carnal craving. You know it isn’t true, and it’s likely that numerous people have been in and out of the bed that you once shared with Jeonghan, but you like to pretend like it’s the truth. It eases the pain, that deep gnawing pain that only grows and never shrinks when you imagine Jeonghan with someone else.

That’s why you kiss him back so desperately, matching his pathetic energy perfectly. The two of you cling to each other like two fools, dancing around the idea of what if instead of just giving it a try. Still, neither of you speak, your lips too busy pressed together in an animalistic frenzy. You feel dizzy with intoxication, both from alcohol and from Jeonghan, as you straddle him, whining softly as he bites your lower lip teasingly.

But then, he pushes you away. Your heart stops. “We can’t,” he says softly, and for the first time, you see a hint of raw emotion behind those large, angelic eyes. He’d always been able to hide how he felt around you, no matter what he was going through. You bite your tongue as you ponder, why now? Why does he care more now?

“Why not?” you ask, your tone coming across as much more wounded than intended.

Jeonghan looks at you, surprised at the emotion in your voice. “You know why,” he says hastily, pulling away further. With every inch that he backs away, you feel another piece of your heart shattering.

“It hasn’t stopped you before,” you say bitterly, crossing your arms. “Why do you suddenly care about fucking me after we’ve broken up?”

“Maybe, I’m seeing someone,” he says suddenly, hesitating slightly after he says maybe. You feel your breath catch in your throat. It feels like you can’t breathe. Suddenly, you feel nauseous again, but when you gag, nothing physically happens. In your mind, you’re screaming, spewing everywhere. Your stomach clenches painfully.

“Maybe? So you are seeing someone?” you say, trying not to cry. The liquor isn’t helping–it always makes you feel more emotional, even when nothing’s wrong.

“It’s not serious yet, but I want to see where this goes,” he admits, sighing. He leans back against the wall of your bathroom. He doesn’t look like he belongs there–he’s too beautiful to be seen amongst an off-white wall bathed in pale yellow lighting, surrounded by cracks and chips in the crappy paint job. “So this… all of this, has to stop. Tonight.”

You swallow hard. You can tell he’s looking at you, trying to gauge your reaction, but for once you’re stoic. You feel completely numb, all of that initial hurt and pain long gone. More than anything, you feel uncomfortable with the way he’s observing you, like he’s expecting you to make a scene or get really emotional. Instead, you just nod. “Okay,” you say. “It ends tonight.”

He nods too. And really, he should have gotten up and left after that, leaving it at that. But the both of you knew better than that, and he stayed there, sitting on your perpetually damp bathroom rug and not complaining though mildew-scented water was surely soaking through his expensive slacks.

Slowly, you move closer to him. He doesn’t advance towards you, but he doesn’t move away either. He calmly keeps an eye on you as you inch closer, and once you’re right beside him, he takes the initiative and kisses you again. It’s softer this time, more gentle, and you worry that this is because it’s your last. So you pull him close and deepen the kiss, making it messy and sloppy like it usually is when there is a guaranteed next time. He mirrors your actions, and it gives you a sense of familiarity and comfort, even though you know it’s a false sense. He would not be coming back after tonight.

You make the most of your emotionless state, feeling a physical desire stronger than any emotion could make you want to stay away. The two of you don’t even bother to move to the bedroom, just a few feet away, before you start removing each other’s clothing in a frenzy, leaving them strewn all over your bathroom. Only when you’re clad in just a pair of panties does he pick you up, pressing hot kisses to your sensitive neck and making you shiver as he carries you to the bedroom, throwing you down on the bed.

There’s that familiar look in his eye as he looks down at you, that hungry gaze that he always lays upon you before he devours you. As his fingers hook beneath the waistband of your panties, you lock eyes with him, trying to memorize every single detail of that expression–both because you know you’ll never see it again, and because you know for sure now that there’s someone else seeing it too. Yet, he dives in again, bringing you to the same heights only he knows how to accomplish, and you know that even though it’d be easier to just let go, there’s no way you possibly can.

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alisonsfics · 1 year

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roommate’s best friend part two

pairing: calum hood x ashton’sroommate!reader

summary: after your make out session with calum was interrupted by ashton, you were both very excited to spend more time together at a 5sos gig. (part one)

word count: 2.7k

warnings: unprotected sex, public-ish sex (it’s backstage), tiny praise kink, minors DNI

You were planning to see Calum tonight for the first time after your little make out that was interrupted by Ashton.

You both had planned to have a little date night at Calum’s apartment, where you couldn’t be interrupted by Ashton. Before you could leave, you and Ashton had a plumbing emergency that kept you both at your apartment.

When you called to tell Calum that you couldn’t make it, he practically begged you to let him sneak over just to be with you for a little bit. You knew it would just end with Ashton accidentally seeing something he shouldn’t, and you couldn’t handle that embarrassment again.

Calum and Ashton had both invited you to a gig that the band was having tonight, so you would finally get to see Calum.

You were in the middle of picking out your outfit, obviously wanting to look nice to impress Calum.

“Oh, is somebody getting ready to see her boyfriend tonight?” Ashton teased you from your open doorway. You turned to face him and saw the smirk on his face. “C’mon, Ash, we can’t just be adults?” You pleaded. He chuckled and shook his head. “I caught you hooking up with my best friend. It’s a perfect opportunity for teasing, I can’t waste it.” He told you.

Ashton stepped towards you and held out a lanyard. “Wear this and security will let you in tonight. I’m about to head out, I’ll see you later.” He told you. You took the lanyard from him and said goodbye to him.

A few hours later, you were on your way to the concert, and you had butterflies in your stomach as you thought about seeing Calum.

You had picked out some leather pants and a red lace top that you were hoping Calum would like.

You got to the venue and security let you in quickly after seeing your badge. A security guard led you back to where the guys were hanging out. “They were in the lounge last time I checked, but if they’re not there, I’ll bring you to their dressing rooms.” The security guard told you.

You approached the room and saw a few couches sprawled around the room and a minibar against the wall.

You saw someone sitting on the couch on their phone. You recognized him as Luke from Ashton’s Instagram posts. “Here you go,” the security guard said, gesturing towards the room and then leaving.

“Hi, I’m Luke,” he said, jumping up to greet you. You quickly shook his hand and introduced yourself to him.

“Ashton just ran to the bathroom, he’ll be back soon.” Luke informed you. You nodded your head. “I’m really excited to see the show tonight. I got to go to one of your shows before, and I had a great time.” You told him.

“Oh thank you, yeah tonight should be good.” He agreed. You both heard footsteps and turned to see Calum walk into the room.

His eyes scanned over your outfit slowly, taking it all in. “Hi, there,” he said, softly. You gave him a smile as he walked over to you. “C’mon, Cal, give her a hug.” Luke said, teasing Calum for how stunned and speechless he was.

You giggled at Calum’s flustered expression. “Wait, but how do you—” Calum started to ask Luke.

“You really think Ashton was able to keep you guys and your thing a secret?” Luke said, chuckling.

Luke made sure not to stare so he wouldn’t make you both uncomfortable. “Hi,” you said, softly. He stepped closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You look beautiful.” He whispered as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly. The scent of his cologne filled your lungs. You both pulled away, not knowing what to say to each other with Luke in the room.

“So, you two met already?” Calum asked, gesturing towards you and Luke. You both nodded. Then, Ashton and Michael walked in the room.

“Hey,” Ashton said, smiling once he saw you. He walked over and gave you a hug. He turned around to gesture towards Michael and introduced the two of you.

You noticed Ashton walking over to Calum, probably to tease him in some way, so you started talking to Luke and Michael. You were telling them about the first show of theirs you had gone to.

You were trying your best to make a good first impression, considering you’d probably be spending a lot more time with them.

You felt Calum’s hand slip around your waist, and he brought his lips to your ear. “Can I get you a drink?” He whispered in your ear, keeping his tight grip on your hip. You nodded your head, “yes please,” you said.

He walked away to get you a drink. Ashton joined your group and was smirking at you. “Don’t you even,” you said, stopping him before he could make a comment.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Ashton lied through his teeth. Luke and Michael chuckled at his horrible poker face. “I’m trying to make a nice first impression with your friends, and you just can’t stop yourself.” You said.

“You made a pretty good first impression with Calum,” Michael muttered under his breath, trying not to laugh. You were too stunned to speak. You sat there with your mouth open as the three of them started cracking up. “All three of you now?” You asked.

Calum appeared at your side with two drinks, handing one to you. “Yeah, she did make a pretty good impression, y’know until Ashton ruined it.” Calum said, winking at you.

You slipped your arm around Calum’s back and leaned into him. “You both are pretty cute together actually” Ashton said, making your cheeks heat up.

“Hey guys, you got like five minutes til you need to be on stage.” Someone said, as they walked in the room. You looked over your shoulder and saw someone who looked like their manager.

“C’mon,” Calum said, interlacing your fingers and pulling you behind him. You followed him to the side of the stage. You both set down your drinks and one of the crew members handed Calum his bass.

You gave Calum a kiss on the cheek. “Have a good show,” you told him. He thanked you and gave your hand a quick squeeze. The other three guys started to walk on stage, but Calum stopped.

He held up two fingers and beckoned you closer to him. He quickly cupped your face and kissed you. You were surprised by the kiss, but kissed him back.

“Gotta get my good luck kiss,” he said, before running out on stage.

You got to watch the whole show from the side of stage and had the best time. Calum even looked over at you a few times and winked at you once.

As the show ended, you cheered for the guys, and they took their bow. The guys filed off the stage past you, giving you high-fives as they went by.

Calum came off the stage last with a giant smile on his face. He handed off his bass and then grabbed your hand. He started pulling you down the hallway.

“Calum, where are we going?” You asked him. He didn’t answer your question, but continued pulling you behind him. You both got to his dressing room door and he pushed the door open.

Before you knew it, he had pulled you both inside and closed the door. He pinned you to the back of the door. “You remember when we talked about you fucking that bassist in his dressing room?” He asked you, his mouth almost pressed up to your ear.

You nodded your head. “Yeah, I remember,” you said, breathlessly. Calum’s entire chest was pressed up against you, and you were finding it hard to focus.

“Well that bassist really likes your outfit and got really turned on seeing you on the side of the stage, so if you were still okay with that plan,” he said, practically growling.

“Yes, yes, just touch me, Cal,” you begged him. As soon as the words left your mouth, Calum’s lips were on yours. His lips moved quickly against yours.

He grabbed at the back of your thighs and picked you up against the door. “No one to interrupt us this time,” he said, smirking against your lips.

You raked your fingers through his hair, causing him to groan. He planted his lips on the side of your neck and started slowly sucking on your skin.

You tried to silence the moan that fell from your lips. “Don’t hold back, let me hear you.” He coached you.

He pulled you away from the door and laid you down on the couch. “You look so gorgeous,” he said, in awe as he looked at you.

You pulled him towards you and tugged at the bottom of his shirt. He quickly pulled it over his head and threw it to the side. “C’mere, rockstar, can’t wait,” you said, pulling Calum on top of you. Hearing you call him “rockstar” turned Calum on more than he would ever admit.

His hands slipped under your shirt and traced your sides, caressing your skin. “Help me take it off,” you said, putting your hands up and allowing Calum to pull your shirt up over your head.

“So gorgeous,” he mumbled as he quickly got rid of both of your pants. He grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist. You cupped his face and kissed him hard.

Having Calum’s hands on you made you feel like your skin was on fire in the best way. A moan slipped out of you as Calum rocked his hips against yours. “Please, Cal,” you begged.

“Please what, sweetheart?” He asked, placing kisses along your jaw. You groaned, twisting his hair around your fingers.

“Please, fuck me,” you told him.

He pulled down your panties and carelessly threw them to the side. “You know that when Ashton showed us a picture of his roommate, I think I fell in love with you right then, most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.” He told you, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“You look so hot on top of me, like this.” You said, as he slipped out of his boxers.

He grabbed your hips with his large hands to steady himself. “You ready?” He asked, meeting your gaze. You nodded your head quickly.

He slowly pushed his length into you. You clawed at his back as you adjusted to his size. He stayed still, buried inside you, for a while. He peppered soft kisses on your shoulder as he waited for you.

“Keep going, I’m okay,” you assured him. With one final kiss on your lips, he pulled himself out and started thrusting into you.

Calum’s eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as his hips hit against yours. You let your eyes roll back as you grabbed at the couch, desperate to find something to hold on to.

“Here,” Calum said, grabbing both your hands and pinning them above your head. You let out a whimper as you felt the strong grip of his hand on your wrists.

“Let me do all the work, just focus on feeling good,” he instructed you. He placed sloppy, wet kisses down your chest, using his free hand to caress your breast.

“So good, Cal. Just like I imagined,” you mumbled, your eyes still shut. You noticed a break in Calum’s rhythm. You opened your eyes and noticed he was just looking at you as he continued to push his hips into yours.

“You were imagining this, baby?” He asked you, curiously. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, both from the pet name he’d just used and what you had just admitted.

“Don’t be embarrassed, what were you thinking about?” He asked, turned on by the possibility of your fantasies. You hid your face in the crook of his neck. He peppered kisses all around your face, hoping to get you to open up.

It was ironic. His cock was deep inside you, but you could barely bring yourself to meet his gaze.

“I saw pictures you posted from tour, and I thought about what it’d be like to go on tour with you. We’d travel around together, and I’d know all the fans you met were imagining you the way that only I would get to see you. And I thought about what it’d be like to ride you.” You confessed.

A groan fell from Calum’s lips after hearing the words leave your mouth. “That’s really hot, gorgeous.” He told you, moving his grip to your hips.

He reached deeper inside of you and hit your g-spot. “Oh, fuck, Calum,” you moaned.

“Y’know, we could make those fantasies happen if you want. We could at least do that last one tonight.” He told you, making your cheeks heat up even more.

“C’mere, honey,” he said, holding onto you and sitting up so you were straddling him.

He kissed you to make you more comfortable. “I’ll help you,” he mumbled against your lips. He grabbed your hips and lifted you up. You started rolling your hips against his.

“Oh, fuck, baby. You look so good on top of me.” He moaned, throwing his head back. He pushed his hips forward, meeting yours halfway.

Your thrusts started to become more rushed as you got closer to your high. “I’m almost there, Cal,” you mumbled, grabbing his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Me too, baby,” he told you. You both quickened your pace. You arched your back as you started to feel it approaching. You both were breathing heavily.

You were mesmerized watching how quickly Calum’s chest was rising and falling.

“Oh, fuck, Calum,” you called out, as your orgasm hit you. He wasn’t far behind you. “Oh, shit,” he mumbled, his thrusts beginning to falter.

He slowed down his pace, slowly thrusting up into you to help you both come down from your highs.

You collapsed against his chest, resting your head on his shoulder. “That was amazing,” you mumbled against his skin. He chuckled at your exhaustion. “You did amazing, baby,” he said, kissing the side of your neck.

He ran his fingers up and down your back as you caught your breath.

Once you finally got up, you both got dressed again and headed to Ashton’s dressing room, where Calum was told the guys were hanging out.

“Look who finally decided to join us,” Michael said, smirking at Calum as you both entered the room. All three guys were in the room, along with their significant others. Luke handed both you and Calum a drink.

“You both finally sort out that sexual tension?” Ashton asked, causing you to choke on your drink. Your eyes darted to Calum for help.

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “I may have left you a little present on accident,” referencing the hickey on your neck.

“Calum,” you whined, dragging out his name and trying to cover your neck with your hand. This earned a chuckle from the group.

“C’mere,” he said, pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“I’m going to have so much fun teasing the two of you,” Ashton said, chuckling to himself.

“Don’t worry, we won’t all be teasing you. Not yet, at least” Luke promised you both. You let out a small giggle. “That felt a lot less comforting than I think it was intended to be.” You replied, earning a laugh from Calum.

He slipped his hand in the back pocket of your pants, keeping you next to him.

“So, Ashton mentioned that you guys were planning to set us up anyway. How was that going to go down?” You asked, curiously.

“Well the girls had to talk down Ashton because he was ready to steal Calum’s phone and send you some raunchy messages, and Calum would have killed him. Michael and I suggested a blind date, but Ashton wasn’t going to settle for that. He suggested that we lock you both in a room together and just wait it out.” Luke explained to you.

“Your great matchmaking plan was to hold us hostage?” Calum asked Ashton, exasperated.

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me it wouldn’t work, neither of you can keep your hands off each other.” Ashton argued.

“That’s true.” Calum said, smiling down at you.

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imagineredwood · 7 months

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Lie To Me

Request: Imagine the song Lie To Me by 5SOS for Angel? Ez? one of those two

Pairing: Angel Reyes x reader

Warnings: Breakups, emotional pain, angst with no comfort 😬

Word count: 580

Angel could feel his heartbeat in his ears as he watched you. Watching as you smiled and laughed. Watched as you took a sip from your glass. Watched as your tongue snaked out to lick away the drop that ran down your bottom lip. Watched as you fanned yourself, the alcohol warming you up in the stuffed bar. Watched as the man you were with took your empty glass from you when you swallowed down the rest of the drink. Watched as he ordered you another. Watched as you took it from him with a smile and wink. Watched as you leaned forward and offered him a kiss, the man indulging you and kissing you back in a way that showed it was not the first not the tenth time.

That was your new man. Angel knew. He could tell. In the way you touched him. In the way you enjoyed his company. In the way you looked at him.

Once upon a time, you looked at Angel the same way.

But not anymore.

Not since you left him for not giving you enough attention. Not since you left him for not being around enough. Too many late nights. Too many missed dates. Too many sleepless nights in an empty bed.

It wasn't his fault, not entirely. He tried. The club was just too important, and you were tired of waiting. Worried you were wasting valuable time.

'We won't be young forever, Angel.' you had told him. You wanted a man that would be around often, put you first. Not one you had to share with a club. And by the looks of it, you'd found him.

Angel tore his eyes away from you but continued to steal glances. On one, you looked in his direction at the same time and locked eyes. Angel felt his pulse quicken. But just as quickly as you had looked at him, you looked away. And you didn't look over again. You stayed focused on your friends and your man, and it killed Angel. He was falling apart. Barely ate, barely slept.

You on the other hand had never looked better. You were glowing. Eyes bright. Smile sparkling.

Happy.

You were happy.

Without him.

Finally happy.

He didn't fault you; you deserved to be happy. It just hurt that you were when he was left in shambles, feeling like everything had crashed down around him. He couldn't move on it seemed. Couldn't forget you, no matter how hard he tried. No matter how desperately he tried to replace you or pretend you didn't exist. He had tried to erase every trace of you from his life to try and heal, and all it took was putting eyes on you once to undo whatever minuscule progress he had made.

He watched as your man got up, making his way to the bathroom, a small line queued up inside. He'd be in there for a little bit. At least five minutes.

Maybe that was all he needed. Just five minutes. Five minutes to talk to you. Five minutes to see where your head was at. Five minutes to see if it was real, even though he knew it was. Five minutes to have some more of your attention, dirty looks from your homegirls be damned. Five minutes to ask you if you still loved him. And if that universe was in his favor, you would lie, so he could hear you say it one last time.

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