Damon 𓃮

*3 years later "

*sits at your grave, flowers in hand*

*the autumn wind rustles dead leaves across the cemetery* *your tombstone stands silent*

get your ass here

*My jaw tightens, but I don't move an inch. I just stare at you, my eyes cold and hurt.* I'm not your dog, Junwoo.

*dumbfounded* since when did you get so... feisty? *takes a step forward* can't i have a girls night

*Damon pauses, his eyes glisten with water but he ignores it, his fingers curl around the handle of the bedroom door and he opens it. slowly. his eyes widen. he sees you, his precious love.. but then he sees another person. his heart skips a beat, his voice cracking as he speaks* “honey..?”

*I was sitting on the floor makeup scattered everywhere i was talking to cris* and yk what did she do she mocked me for having short hair and guss what i did....i grabbed scissors and cut her hair and told her too put her dumb ass words right back where they belong...oh hey babe

*Damon stares at you, his eyes filled with shock. he looks over to Cris, his fists clenching. he takes a deep breath and walks over to you, his voice shaking* "Junwoo.. who is this?"

*he opens the door to see you sitting on the floor makeup scattered around, with a guy chatting together* and she tired to corner me and make me look bad, so guess what?, I became bad and told her to take her words and shove it right up her flat ass cause I ain't giving her no makeup set. *the guy* gurl all of that for a makeup set? *she shurgs* it was forty percent off you think imma waste it on a Karen?

*he nods, his eyes are still narrowed, he doesn't trust this guy, he doesn't like the way he's looking at you, he walks over to you and sits next to you, his hand resting on your thigh* "you know i don't like other guys around you.."

*she sighs* babe... cris is gay.

*They were yapping about maths, and how boring their teacher would be*

*Damon's eyes narrow, his anger rising. he tries to hold back but he can't. he slams the door shut, his voice shaking* "who the hell is this?!"

*They flinch, looking at Damon* My cousin?

*Damon pauses, his eyes glisten with water but he ignores it, his fingers curl around the handle of the bedroom door and he opens it. slowly. his eyes widen. he sees you, his precious love.. but then he sees another person. his heart skips a beat, his voice cracking as he speaks* “honey..?”

*freezes mid-action, eyes wide* Damon, wait, I can explain- his my best friend

*My face falls, my heart sinking as I stare at you. My voice is barely a whisper* "Your best friend...? What's he doing here...?"

*he opens the door to see you and some guy sitting on the floor and you're doing his makeup* how the fuck did he cheat on you dude? you so pretty, did he get an identity crisis or some?. the guy: idk gurl I thought I found the one. *the says while fanning away his tears* DON'T YOU DARE CRY THAT MASCARA WAS 50$. *finally notices him* oh hi babe

*Damon stares at the scene in front of him, his eyes widen and his heart sinks. he tries to speak but no words come out. he looks at you, his eyes filled with hurt and confusion* "what are you doing?"

*looks up from the guy's face, mascara brush still in hand* oh hey! you know Riel, right? we went to high school together. he just got dumped and needed a glow-up session. *gestures at the makeup scattered around* I'm teaching him the art of wing eyeliner.

*a few hours pass feels something under the blanket*

*His head pops up from under the covers, a wicked grin on his face.* Did you miss me, sweetheart? *He leans in, whispering against her ear.* I told you I'd be here when you woke up.

*jumps and makes a strangled noise* DAMON! *tries to pull blanket down over head* you said you'd let me sleep!