EXO / Making up after a fight
Request: HI! I have a request for exo if that’s okay. Making up after a fight. Doesn’t have to be sexual or anything.
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Warning: some strong language and sexual references
You had locked yourself inside of your bedroom, refusing to talk to Minseok, or even look at him. You needed some time to get yourself and your thoughts together. But although you didn’t want to see him right now, a small part of you was kind of disappointed that he didn’t come knocking on the door right after you ran into the room.
When you finally opened the door of your bedroom three hours later, somewhat ready to start talking again, you found Minseok sitting on the floor next to the door of the bedroom. He raised his head and jumped to his feet when he saw you.
“How long have you been sitting here?” you asked, surprised.
“Ever since you went into the bedroom,” he admitted, looking down. “I wanted to apologize right away but you said you needed to be alone for a while, so I didn’t want to bother you.”
It felt as though his words squeezed your heart, forcing tears to start materializing in your eyes.
“You never bother me,” you told him before throwing your arms around his neck, catching him by surprise.
Once he recovered from the initial shock, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.
“I love you so much,” he said. “I’m sorry about everything I said. I didn’t mean any of that.”
You nodded, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. “Let’s never fight again.”
You had left in a blind rage. You weren’t used to fighting with Junmyeon and in all the years of dating him, you only fought a few times, and both of those times you made up right away. Which is why, when two hours after the argument started, you two were still yelling, you didn’t know what to do.
You were sick and tired of it, but you didn’t know how to put an end to this completely pointless fight, so you left. You still heard Junmyeon yell as you burst through the door of your shared apartment and headed towards your car, wanting to get away from all of it.
Junmyeon watched you go. He didn’t know why he didn’t stop yelling even though he was panicking now. He feared that you wouldn’t come back to him, but he didn’t know how to tell you this, especially, when he was so emotional about the fight.
He didn’t want you to get behind the wheel when your mind was preoccupied, though, so after a few moments of hesitation, he sprinted across the parking lot of the building and jumped in front of your car right when you were about to drive.
“Junmyeon!” you shouted, opening the door of your car in anger. “What the fuck?! I could have driven you over!”
“Don’t go,” he said, walking towards you. “Please, don’t go. Let’s forget about this. Let’s just go home and just be together.”
“Junmyeon, it’s not that simple—”
“Yes it is,” he nodded, desperation clear in his voice. “In fact, I don’t even remember what we were fighting about.”
You sighed, still not moving and using the door of the car as a shield to separate him from you.
“Y/n, please,” Junmyeon said again. “I won’t be able to take it if you leave right now.”
Suddenly, you started to feel bad for resisting his attempts to make up. After all, you wanted the fight to be over, too.
“I’m sorry,” you said. “I just… I didn’t know what to do. We never fought like that before. I guess I just wanted to get away.”
“Don’t,” he said. “Don’t even think about getting behind the wheel after our fight. I wouldn’t forgive myself if something happened to you.”
This was all it took for you to take the keys out of the engine and close the door of the car, allowing Junmyeon to securely wrap his arms around you.
He exhaled a shaky breath and brought your body even closer to his. “I don’t want to lose you.”
“You’d never lose me,” you whispered back, not realizing that the two of you were standing in the middle of the parking lot. You both were too engulfed in the process of making up to care about anyone else.
You said some things. He said some things back. You tried to leave. He grabbed your hand to stop you. And that’s when you slapped him.
You regretted this as soon as the palm of your hand came in contact with his cheek. But it was too late. Yixing stared at you in shock, his hand immediately touching the stinging pain on the side of his face.
You covered your mouth with your hands. “Yixing, I’m so—”
“No,” he shook his head. “I deserved it.”
“No, you didn’t,” you said, coming closer, to pull his hand away from his cheek so you could take a look at it. “No one deserves to be slapped. I’m so sorry. Does it hurt a lot?”
“It—uh, it stings a little,” Yixing said but you could tell that he only said that to make you feel better.
“Come to the kitchen,” you said pulling his hand. “Let’s put some ice on it.”
Yixing obeyed and followed you into the different room.
You had completely forgotten the reason for your fight, as you opened the freezer to get a bag of frozen peas. Carefully, you sat Yixing down and placed the frozen bag over his wounded cheek, refusing to let him hold the ice and holding it for him instead.
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” you told him for the twentieth time. “I swear I’m never hitting you again. I don’t know what came over me.”
“It’s okay,” Yixing said, already hurting to see you in so much pain about this. “I provoked you. It’s my—”
“It’s not your fault!” you interrupted him a little louder than you intended. “Violence is never the right answer and I cannot believe I did that.”
“It doesn’t hurt that bad anymore, Y/n,” Yixing said. “So, please, stop beating yourself up about it.”
“I can’t,” you said, biting your lip. “I just hit you.”
Yixing wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling your body closer to his.
“I love you,” he told you. “And I know you would never hurt me intentionally. You lost control because of the argument that I started. I understand. And really, maybe this was the only way to put me back to my place.”
“Shh, stop, don’t say anything,” he cut you off. “Let’s just forget about this and go cuddle in bed.”
“Okay,” you said, giving in. “Just let me hold this on your cheek for a little while longer, okay? Do you want me to make you dinner after?”
Yixing smiled at this. “I forgot how much I love it when you take care of me.”
You knew he was doing a collaboration with a new up-and-coming female artist. And you knew that music was the only thing between them and yet whenever you read articles or tweets by his fans, you were becoming more and more worried.
Your worries especially escalated when he got home at 3am one night. When you asked him where he was, he admitted that he stayed for drinks with his singing partner.
“Oh, so you had a date,” you said, not realizing how petty you sounded.
Baekhyun tried to defend himself but you weren’t hearing anything.
“You’ve been out with her more times this week, than you’ve gone out with me in the three years that we’ve been together,” you told him.
“That’s not true—”
“Yes, it is,” you didn’t let him finish. “But don’t get me wrong, I don’t care. The only thing I expected from you is to just tell me if you lost interest in me.”
“Lost interest in you?” Baekhyun half-asked, half-laughed. “Is that what you think?”
“Well, the only interactions between us these past few weeks were about the weather,” you stated angrily. “So, forgive me for starting to think that you’re no longer into—”
You didn’t get to finish the sentence because Baekhyun was suddenly pushing you against the wall, knocking all breath out of your chest.
“Baby, if you say that I’m not interested in you one more time,” he said in a deliciously threatening tone. “I might just have to punish you for spreading lies.”
You raised your eyes to meet his and bit your lip, forcing his gaze to drift down. “I’m sorry, I just got the feeling that you no longer want me.”
Smirking at your obvious challenging tone, Baekhyun pushed himself closer to you so he could whisper in your ear. “Cancel your plans for the next few days, baby girl. I’m about to show you how much I want you.”
Every fight left you both stressed. It could have been a small argument about whose turn was it to do the grocery shopping, and yet both of you got scared that the other one would want to break up.
So, you two rarely fought. You tried to solve every argument with as little yelling as possible. However, that proved to be more difficult with time. The number of those civil arguments grew greatly, and both of you reached the point in your relationship where you disagreed about something at least five times a day every day.
The realization that your relationship was going south scared both of you so much that one day the two of you decided to just sit down and talk it out.
Both of you agreed that maybe the reason why things haven’t been going so well lately was because you bottled your emotions up instead of actually letting them out, whether in the form of yelling or maybe even throwing things around the room.
“So, do you want to flip over a table or something?” you asked, forcing Jongdae to laugh for a good minute.
“Not really,” he said once he recovered, brushing the tears away from his eyes. “But, really, though. I think we’re both adults and I think we can handle a fight or two because I’m sure we love each other too much to let it get out of hand.”
You nodded, agreeing with everything he said. “You want to do a practice run?”
“What do you mean?” Jongdae asked, a little confused.
“Well, it was your turn to go to the store this week…”
Jongdae groaned at this. “Now I do kind of want to flip a table.”
Both of you laughed at this.
“We can go shopping together,” you said, then. “Oh, crap, did I just solve the argument before we got a chance to yell at each other?”
Jongdae laughed at this again. “Finding a compromise is a good way to end a fight. We can throw furniture around later. Maybe when we’re doing something else.”
“What do you mea—” you started to ask but then realized, and felt the warmth spread to your cheeks. “Oh.”
When Chanyeol was on tour, you guys rarely fought. The peaceful part of your relationship continued the next few weeks after he came back from tour. However, as soon as you got used to each other again, the arguments began.
You were frustrated because he was never home. He was angry because there was nothing he could do about that. Both of you were left upset after you realized that this was a fight with no solutions.
You sat on the different ends of the couch, refusing to look at each other but not wanting to leave yet in case one of you came up with another argument to prove your point.
“I am going to leave again soon,” Chanyeol said quietly, breaking the silence.
“I know,” you replied.
“Will we have this same fight after I return?”
Silence settled in the room again.
“Do you think we’ll ever figure out what to do so we wouldn’t have the same fight over and over again?” Chanyeol asked a few minutes later.
“Probably not,” you said, sighing. “The only option to prevent this from happening again is to brea—”
“Don’t you dare say it!” Chanyeol said, jumping up from the couch suddenly, and forcing you to flinch. “I don’t even mind the fighting as long as we’re still together.”
“Well, that’s it, then,” you shrugged your shoulders. “We’ll keep fighting about the same thing because we’re too stubborn to put an end to this relationship.”
“I’m fine with that,” Chanyeol said, sitting back down on the couch. “And we’ll figure out what to do eventually. Because I don’t think breaking up would be the solution to this problem.”
A small smile appeared on your face. “You don’t?”
“Of course not,” he said, scooting closer to you on the couch. “In fact, I think breaking up would cause even more problems because then I’d be suffering without you. At least, now I get to suffer with you.”
You laughed, realizing how messed up his logic was, but still choosing to roll with it because you loved each other too much to let this go.
“Oh, so now you’re going to ignore me?” you yelled at your boyfriend who was on his way out of the room.
“Yeah,” he replied. “You have a problem with that?”
“I do, actually,” you shot back. “How about you stop acting like a child and actually sit down to talk to me like an adult?”
“I can’t talk like an adult,” Kyungsoo said, crossing his arms. “I’m a child.”
You groaned. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Oh, I’m so many things!” Kyungsoo said, his voice rising a few octaves so he could imitate you. “You’re such a child, Kyungsoo! You’re unbelievable, Kyungsoo! You’re a pain in my ass, Kyungsoo!”
“You are all of those things,” you said, glaring at him. “And you’re a huge asshole on top of that.”
“You know,” Kyungsoo’s voice returned to normal, but his pupils were now dilated. You watched carefully as he made his way towards you. “That is not at all what you said last night.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh? Well, let me refresh your memory then,” he said, stopping dangerously close to you. “You told me how good I made you feel. You told me how good I was to you. No, actually, if I remember correctly, you told me I was the best you’ve ever had. And I think our neighbors can vouch for that.”
You watched him with your jaw clenched. “Fuck you, Kyungsoo.”
“Yeah,” he said, slowly licking his lips in anticipation. “Fuck me.”
He had locked himself in your bedroom, purposefully locking you out. But this wasn’t the first time he did that. He tended to always give you the silent treatment whenever you really pissed him off. And most times, you were just as pissed off, but this time you realized that the fight was your fault. You caused it, you provoked him, and you made him slam the door of the bedroom right in your face.
So, you waited for a little while – giving him a chance to cool down – before you knocked on the door.
“Let me in, Jongin,” you said, knocking again since he didn’t react to the first knock. “I’m sorry. Please, talk to me.”
“Jongin, come on,” you continued. “I miss you.”
You heard shuffling behind the door. He must have stood up from the bed but he still hadn’t come to the door. This was a good step forward, however.
You decided to continue. “Baby, please let me see you. I don’t even remember what you look like anymore.”
“Jongin,” you said. “I said I’m sorry. Please, let me in.”
“What’s the password?” a childish reply reached you from the other end of the door.
You smiled despite his immature approach to this situation. You knew very well what the password was.
“I love you,” you said.
You heard the lock of the door turn and finally, you entered the bedroom to see Jongin standing in front of you with a small victorious smile on your face.
“I love hearing you say that,” he said, letting you know that the anger he felt after the fight was already gone.
The first fight you had with him was the most stupid thing on the planet and yet as you stood outside of the shopping mall, you couldn’t help but feel angry.
Sehun had forgotten you at the store. He literally got into his car and drove away while you were stuck looking for him all around the shopping mall, thinking he got lost or something.
Sehun, however, found this hilarious. He laughed the entire ride back to the mall after you’d called him in distress.
When he finally came back to pick you up, you were fuming. You climbed into the car, tied the seatbelt, and refused to even look at him.
“Baby, come on,” Sehun said, still trying to control his laughter. “I’m sorry. I swear I don’t know how this happened.”
You glared at him. “Yeah, and you feel really bad about it.”
Sehun bit his lip, feeling a little guilty for wanting to laugh at a situation that obviously upset you so much.
“Come on, tell me what to do so you’d feel better,” he asked.
“How about remember that you have a girlfriend?”
He had to grip the wheel tighter so he wouldn’t start laughing again. “Y/n, come on, seriously. Do you want to stop by for ice cream?”
“So you could forget me again? No thanks,” you shot back.
“I’m sorry!” Sehun exclaimed. “I swear this will never happen again. Now let me know how I can make it up to you.”
“First of all, stop fucking laughing,” you said, after having noticed that he was biting his lip to prevent laughter. “I swear, I’m never going shopping with you again.”
“No, Y/n, come on, I said I was sorry,” he said desperately.
“You don’t look sorry.”
“What, you want me to beg you for forgiveness?”
You stayed quiet for a second longer than necessary and that was enough for Sehun to actually realize that maybe he underestimated your anger.
“We’re going to the animal shelter,” he decided. “I’m getting you a dog.”
“Sehun, you can’t get me a dog every time you fuck up,” you said, groaning.
“Yeah?” Sehun glanced at you and he could find excitement in your eyes, despite your hardest attempts to look unfazed. “Watch me.”