‘Cause trying not to love you, only goes so far
Trying not to need you, is tearing me apart
Can’t see the silver lining, from down here on the floor
And I just keep on trying, but I don’t know what for
'Cause trying not to love you
Only makes me love you more

Excuses (Dok2)

Anonymous asked: i have a request, it’s a Dok2 one! you catch him cheating on you but he acts like he doesn’t care, an asshole basicaly. Very angst, please

Originally posted by cureeburee

    You threw back the last sip of your drink and paid the bartender before heading onto the dance floor with your friend. It was late and the alcohol had taken the edge off your usual inhibitions and now you let go, your hips moving to the music as your hands rose above your head. “Having fun?” your friend shouted to you over the loud music and you nodded, grinning.

     It had been an unusually stressful few weeks; you were in the final year of getting your master’s degree and the workload was tremendous. You’d hardly seen your friends, let alone your boyfriend, in weeks, months maybe at this point, but you’d just finished your most difficult final, and it felt good to finally relax.

    But then you spotted something; someone, rather- a familiar form in a loose t-shirt and torn jeans, a chain gleaming dully around his neck in the dim lights, a snapback pulled low over his eyes, and his arm around the shoulders of a woman in a short dress as he spoke into her ear.

     Hurt and rage bubbled up inside you and your feet led you straight over to his table. You slammed down the heels of your hands on the edge of the table, making both him and the woman jump and look up at you, she with confusion and he with… indifference? “You better have some hella good excuse for this,” you snapped.

    He just shrugged. “I don’t need an excuse; It’s just what it looks like.”

    Your mouth dropped open at the same time as you felt your heart sink, but Joon-kyung just took another calm sip of his drink before saying, “If that’s all, can you leave us alone?”

      You just stood there, speechless. Where was the warm Joon-kyung you knew? What was even going on? You tried to summon your confidence as you answered, “Fuck you, Joon-kyung.” But your voice wasn’t as firm as you had hoped and you could feel tears welling in your eyes the instant you turned away. Your friend was waiting for you at the edge of the dance floor, her face filled with sympathy, and she wrapped an arm around your shoulders, guiding you way outside.

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