Her lungs were burning.

Seulgi didn’t care about her father’s and sister’s yells for her to finish her breakfast first. She didn’t care about her body screaming for her to stop because she just had another sleepless night mulling about everything that had transpired for the last few weeks. She didn’t even bother to remember the fact that Irene broke off their relationship a week ago; not after she heard what her father announced to the family earlier. She knew now that she had to make things right.

Hastening through the familiar streets she used to walk together with her ex-girlfriend, Seulgi tripped on her steps because of a god damn bump that she swore never existed until this crucial moment. Ignoring the protests of her muscles, she quickly recovered herself and made a left turn at the corner of the pastry shop. No matter how fast she tried to breathe, it seemed like there was never enough oxygen to fill in her collapsing lungs and it burned. Everything was all liquid fire and aching—both her body and her heart— but Seulgi wasn’t deterred by any of them. Not after she finally got the missing puzzle piece that she was looking for all along. Not after everything Irene said and did make ing sense now.

It was not fair.

It was not fair that Irene decided to end things between them without even letting Seulgi know why.  It was not fair that it’s only Irene who gets to choose in this relationship. Worst of all, it was not fair that Irene had to suffer from the truth all alone until now, without even giving a chance for Seulgi to lessen the pain. After all of the promises and trust and love Seulgi had showered on Irene, didn’t any of them mean something to the older girl? Was it only her who was so invested in the relationship that she turned a blind eye to Irene’s indifference?

Seulgi managed to bring her knuckle to haphazardly knock on the door before finally bowing down and bringing her hands to her knees to take greedy big gulps of air. It didn’t cross on her mind until now that it was 7 o’clock in the morning; that it was too early for anyone to come and bother the Bae family, much less an ex-girlfriend of the said family’s daughter. But the damage was done. Seulgi was already here and while she didn’t even know what to ing say when Irene answered the door, it was too late to turn back and go home now. So here she, forcing herself to not flee in panic and wait for the excrutiating seconds before someone would finally answer the door. It didn’t help that her thoughts were all jumbled up now. Seulgi felt like she would definitely say something stupid that she would definitely regret like how much she missed Irene, how she still loved her, and how she didn’t give a single care of what will happen in exactly 3 months from now as long as Irene loved her too.

Seulgi just wanted Irene back.

She just forgot the fact that Irene might not want her in return.

Author's Note

This story is dedicated to my friend, Kazama, who's going to have her birthday this month. You lucky madafaka.

Anyway! I am, by all means, not an expert in the rigorous fandom of Red Velvet. I just enjoy their songs and have zero knowledge whatsoever in the fandom headcanons and facts and all that jazz (I just know that both Seulgi and Wendy are dumb, Yeri and Joy are devil's incarnate, and Irene's a baby slash housemaid). Heck, this is the the first time I've ever written a girl x girl fic. My first time reading them would be when I read seulrene fics to get my self acquinted with them. SO CONGRATULATIONS NOW YOU KNOW HOW INEXPERIENCED I AM. I'm basically a , so please be gentle lol.

Oh, and in case it wasn't obvious enough, this is definitely an angst story. I'm sorry. u,u