fmdwooram:
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“You wound me, love. I just stopped by to ask you how are you doing. How is that terrorizing?” he places a hand over his heart, and his brows creased with an effort to understand even when he knows exactly what bullshit he’s pulling. “You act like I was the sole reason your life crumbled to the floor, but I’m sure I don’t have that much power over others,” which is true from his point of view. Cocky as he might be (and he knows he is), he was rarely on the top of the pyramid to control things like that. “I might have helped, it’s all. And rich people rarely have a sense of remorse or decency anyway, so trust me. I’m not even a tenth as bad to you as some others could be,” he says slightly annoyed. Did Yuanjun really think he had pulled this attitude out of his ass? It wouldn’t be surprising if he did think that, and it’s not as if he made an effort to make him believe otherwise.
at some point, yuanjun had expected the hurt to go away at being reminded just how little wooram cared about him, how little he had meant to him. that moment still hadn’t come. sure, he had long since moved on, there was not a single part of his heart that missed wooram but the torment of having been so insignificant when wooram had meant the world to him still continued to drag along to this day. “then why?” his voice quivering with the question, hands balled into tighter fists by his side. “then why did you ever agree to date me? why did you do all of this to me? why couldn’t you just have turned me down and moved along? you owed it to me to save me all that hurt!” it took a lot to not burst out into tears, the absolute last thing yuanjun wanted to do in front of wooram, he couldn’t yet ago show him a sign of weakness, he couldn’t give him that satisfaction. “i don’t know. i guess i was a fool for that. i guess i wanted to believe there was more to you than people said, that you deserved a chance to show your true colors before i made up my mind.” he laughed bitterly, voice sitll wavering. “and show your true colors you did. so i guess that’s on me after all, that i was so stupid to believe that there was anything more to you than this pathetic, pitiful, rotten shell of a person.”
yuanjun could almost pinpoint the moment his sadness burned up into white hot, seething rage. “how is that terrorizing?” he asked incredulously, sucking in a sharp breath, blinkin away the veil of tears over his eyes that never actually spilled. “you ditched me because i was too much work remember? because i was hurting and i was afraid and thanks to you i was all alone. because god forbid you’d have to put in effort for me.” he took a step forward, a step too close from comfort, his posture strung tight like a bowstring, as if one second away from snapping. “and i had to pick myself up from that, i built myself back up from the ground, i had to work gruelling hard for that. you do not get to waltz in here and jeopardize my happiness because you’re bored and want some plaything. my happiness is not yours to infringe on and take for yourself.” a tremble passed through his muscles with how hard it is to hold back and not lash out. “you want to pretend you’re vindicated in this? that the blame doesn’t fall on you? that it’s not all that bad? that’s not your call to make!” in a moment of impulse, his hands came up to shove wooram backwards roughly. “just fucking own up to your shit! take responsibility for what you did to me! i do not exist for your amusement! i am my own person with my own feelings and you will fucking acknowledge them even if it’s the last thing i do!”











