can I ask for 2 off of the angst list w Taeyong pls!! i've been feeling so angsty lately tear my heart apart pls :)))
“I think I might be better off without you.”
You blink once, twice, not entirely certain you’d heard him correctly. You couldn’t have. Things had been great between you and Taeyong, there was no way he could have possibly said something like that… Right?
The deafening silence told you otherwise.
You looked at him, hoping maybe he’d crack a smile and tell you he was just joking around, or maybe even explain himself further.
He refused to meet your gaze, instead staring intensely at his plate, poking at his half eaten dinner.
You felt so caught off guard, and stupid.
Taeyong had gotten a day off and it was such a rare occurrence you’d spent nearly a week planning a special dinner for him. For the entire day leading up to that night, you’d been cooking and cleaning your apartment, ensuring perfection for the romantic evening you’d planned. You regretted nothing more in that moment; the humiliation was overwhelming. You felt like tossing the roses in the bin; Maybe throwing all traces of him which littered your home in too and topping it off with the candles that illuminated the kitchen.
The silence was becoming smothering, you felt unable to speak. You found yourself opening and closing your mouth uselessly, struggling to find your voice.
“I don’t—Why?” you managed to choke out, on the verge of tears.
He didn’t reply straightaway, electing instead to keep his gaze directed at the plate in front of him.
“Is there someone else?”
Panic was seeping into your tone.
With a heavy sigh, he finally met your gaze.
“Would that make it easier for you?”
Your heart dropped into your stomach. It was somehow much worse than the answer you were expecting.
Taeyong was leaving you, and not because he’d fallen for someone else; no, simply because he’d fallen out of love with you.
You wondered how long he’d been thinking about it. Had he been planning your breakup while you were planning a future with him? It was becoming too much for you. There were so many questions you wanted to ask him, but you were unsure if you could handle another answer. Another stretch of silence passed while you attempted to work out what to do next.
You took a long sip of wine, both in an attempt to build up the courage to speak again, but also to numb all the feelings that were slowly suffocating you.
“I think you should leave.”
At your words, he stood up– almost too quickly for your liking. You wished he hadn’t been so obviously eager to leave.
In just a few short steps he was at the door, hand hovering above the doorknob. He looked as if he was hesitating; you were desperately hoping he had changed his mind, that he’d turn around and tell you he wasn’t leaving, that it had just been a mistake.
Instead he turned to look at you one last time, driving the knife a little deeper into your chest as you took in the guilt written across his face.
You nearly felt bad for him, but the pained look on his face was nothing compared to the pain you felt.
It almost made you angry, he felt only guilt while you were experiencing heartbreak.
“I’ll come get my things next week” he said softly, perhaps afraid he’d finally cause you to shed the tears that had been threatening to spill.
You didn’t answer him.
“I am sorry, Y/N… That things ended like this? I never wanted to hurt you.“
He was met with silence for the second time.
With a sigh, he looked around the apartment, giving you time to answer him. He was only prolonging the inevitable though, you both knew that.
You couldn’t bring yourself to watch him leave as he finally pulled the door open, disappearing through it without another word, opting to stare at your hands instead.
It was only when you’d heard the door close, his footsteps getting quieter and quieter until the apartment was thrown into a silence that left your mind reeling from everything that had just happened, that you could finally look up at the door that Taeyong had walked out of; and finally, the tears fell.