── ❨ ⸝⸝ 𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷. ❩ YOU WANT TO TAKE A BREAK FROM THE RELATIONSHIP + TOXIC GACHIAKUTA BOYS VERSION!
ೀ 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺 - manipulations, guilt tripping, gaslighting, toxic relationship ofc, fake acts, don’t read if you feel uncomfortable + read at your risk.
⊹ 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 - rudo┆ enjin ┆tamsy┆zanka┆corvus ┆gris┆ follo┆fu ┆zodyl┆jabber
𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐂 -
the room stayed painfully quiet after you told rudo you wanted a break, the rain outside barely covering the sound of him scoffing under his breath while he leaned back against the couch with crossed arms and an irritated look written all over his face.
“a break?” he repeated bitterly. “that’s seriously what you want?”
you nervously played with the sleeves of your hoodie, avoiding his stare. “i just need some space for a little while.”
his jaw tightened immediately.
“space from me,” he corrected, standing up and walking closer until you felt trapped under his gaze. “you know people only say that when they’re already halfway out the door.”
“that’s not true,” you whispered.
rudo laughed quietly, but there was nothing amused about it. “then why does it feel like you’re trying to leave me?”
you hated how guilty he made you feel so easily, even when you knew asking for a break shouldn’t have been wrong in the first place.
he stared at you for a long moment before muttering under his breath, “you seriously think i’m just gonna sit here and let you disappear from me?”
afterward, the apartment felt even colder, and neither of you said much because the words had already landed too hard to take back, while rudo stayed tense and quiet like he wanted to argue but did not know how to stop himself from making it worse.
so now, he keeps texting you nonstop after you leave, acting angry in one message then suddenly desperate in the next because he genuinely cannot handle the thought of distance between you two.
he gets jealous way easier during the break because now every person around you feels like competition in his head. and he tells himself he’s angry at you for leaving, but deep down he’s mostly terrified you won’t come back at all..
𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 -
the second you told enjin you wanted a break, his entire expression changed, the soft look he usually gave you disappearing almost instantly while he stared at you in complete disbelief from across the room.
“a break?” he repeated slowly, setting his phone down. “after everything i do for you?”
you shifted nervously. “i just think we need some space right now—”
“space for what?” he cut in sharply, standing up. “so you can ignore me? avoid me? pretend i don’t exist?”
the guilt hit immediately, exactly the way it always did whenever he got upset, and enjin noticed it too because his tone softened just enough to pull you back in.
“you know i care about you more than anyone else does,” he said quietly while walking closer. “so why are you treating me like i’m disposable?”
you frowned. “that’s not what i’m doing.”
“then don’t leave.”
his voice stayed calm, but the way he looked at you made your chest tighten, like saying no to him would somehow make you the bad person in the situation.
after the argument, enjin stayed unusually quiet, sitting at the edge of the bed with his elbows resting on his knees while the sound of you moving around the house made his chest feel tighter with every second because he hated knowing you were upset with him.
he would keep bringing up how much he depends on you emotionally, saying things like—
“you’re seriously okay leaving me alone like this?” or “i wouldn’t do this to you,” making it harder and harder for you to be mentally stable because every conversation somehow turns into comforting him instead of talking about your own feelings.
enjin starts texting you constantly the second there is even a little distance between you both, sending messages asking where you are, what you are doing, and why you are suddenly “acting different,” and if you take too long to answer he immediately assumes the worst and makes you feel guilty for ignoring him.
𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 -
when you told tamsy you wanted a break from the relationship, the smile on his face immediately faded, though he still tried pretending he was calm about it at first while leaning back against the wall with crossed arms.
“a break?” he repeated with a quiet laugh. “that’s cute.”
you frowned nervously. “i’m serious, tamsy.”
his eyes narrowed slightly at that, and despite the relaxed posture he always carried, there was something uncomfortable about the way he stared at you now, like he was already trying to figure out how to stop this conversation from happening.
“so what,” he muttered, “you’re suddenly tired of me now?”
“that’s not what i said.”
“then explain it better.”
you tried telling him you just needed time to yourself because the relationship had been overwhelming lately, but tamsy kept interrupting, twisting your words around until you felt frustrated and exhausted trying to defend yourself.
“you know what i think?” he said quietly while stepping closer. “i think somebody got in your head and convinced you that leaving me is a good idea.”
“nobody did that.”
“sure.”
the way he said it made it obvious he did not believe you at all.
tamsy starts acting strangely calm after the argument, but it only makes things more uncomfortable because he begins showing up everywhere unexpectedly, claiming he “just happened to be nearby” whenever you try spending time alone or with other people.
he constantly makes passive aggressive comments about the break situation.
saying things like “guess i’m easy to replace now” or “must be nice finally getting rid of me,” knowing fully well it makes you feel guilty enough to stay around him longer.
whenever you try standing firm on wanting distance, he suddenly becomes charming and affectionate again, touching your hand, pulling you close, talking to you sweetly like nothing ever happened until you start questioning whether the relationship was really that unhealthy to begin with.
𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐔 -
you told zanka you wanted a break, the air in the room shifted instantly, not into anger, but into something colder and heavier that made it hard to breathe properly while he just stared at you for a long moment like he was deciding what version of the truth to use.
“you’re leaving me,” he said quietly, not even a question.
“i said a break,” you corrected softly, already feeling uneasy.
he let out a small, humorless laugh, looking away like it hurt him to even hear it.
“that’s what they said too,” he muttered. “my siblings. right before they left me behind.”
your chest tightened immediately. “zanka, that’s not the same thing.”
but he shook his head slowly, already slipping deeper into it, his voice calmer now but sharper in meaning.
“it always starts the same,” he continued, “someone gets tired, someone asks for space, and then one day they just don’t come back at all.”
you tried to step closer, but it felt like there was already a wall between you two.
“i’m not abandoning you,” you said quietly.
he finally looked at you again, and there was something unsettling in how steady his expression was.
“that’s what they said too,” he repeated. “and i believed them.”
what he doesn’t say, what lingers unspoken in the room, is how his version of that story leaves out the part where he pushed them away first, where control and pride came before loss, and now that same pattern is being used again, only this time on you.
𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐕𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐇𝐀 -
after you told corvus you want a break, he freezes for a second, then immediately softens his expression like he’s trying to stay gentle even though it clearly hits him.
“oh,” he says quietly, smiling a little too quickly, “okay… yeah, if that’s what you need, i can handle that.”
but the problem is he says it too nicely, too calmly, like he’s trying to be the “perfect understanding boyfriend,” and it makes you feel guilty right away even though he hasn’t actually done anything wrong in the moment.
he nods again, stepping back slightly.
“i just… want you to be okay,” he adds softly, looking at you like he’s already convincing himself that this is his fault somehow, even while saying he respects your space.
and then he stops talking, not pushing you, not arguing, just standing there with that gentle smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, like he’s trying to behave properly instead of reacting honestly.
but after that happened.. it became different.
corvus gives you the space you asked for, but he’s visibly too good at it, like he’s overcorrecting, being extra kind and extra careful so you never feel pressured—but that ends up making you feel pressure anyway because he clearly looks like he’s holding everything in.
he sends soft check-ins like “hope you ate today” or “don’t overwork yourself,” never asking for anything directly, but the tone always feels like he’s quietly waiting for you to reassure him even though he never demands it out loud.
and when you don’t respond much, he doesn’t get angry—he gets softer, which somehow makes it worse.
because he acts like he understands everything perfectly while clearly hurting in silence, so the guilt doesn’t come from him saying anything… it comes from how much he’s obviously trying not to.
𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐍 -
after telling gris you want a break from the relationship, he doesn’t react the way you expect at first, because instead of getting angry or upset, he just tilts his head slightly like you’ve said something confusing rather than serious.
“a break?” he repeats slowly, letting out a small chuckle. “why would you even need that? nothing is wrong.”
you try to explain that you feel overwhelmed and need space, but he keeps interrupting you with calm, dismissive responses that make it harder to even finish your thoughts.
“you’re overthinking again,” he says lightly, waving it off. “you always do this when you’re stressed, you know that.”
you pause, because the way he says it is so confident that it makes you briefly doubt yourself, even though you were sure about how you felt moments ago.
when you try to insist, he steps closer—not aggressive, just familiar enough to shrink the distance in a way that feels normal but also trapping.
“come on,” he says softer now, smiling like he’s trying to soothe you, “you don’t actually mean you want space from me. you’re just tired, that’s all.”
and when you hesitate, he uses that silence like confirmation.
“see?” he continues gently. “you’re not even sure what you’re asking for right now.”
but gris doesn’t respect your request for space, he slowly reframes it every time you bring it up, acting like you misunderstood your own feelings, which makes you start second-guessing what you originally wanted.
he keeps insisting that nothing is actually wrong between you two, even when you clearly say otherwise, and he reacts to your boundaries as if they are temporary moods rather than serious needs, which makes it harder for you to feel confident in sticking to them.
𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐎 -
after telling him, he goes completely still for a moment, like the words don’t fully land at first, and then he slowly looks up at you with an expression that changes too neatly from surprise into sadness, like he’s deciding in real time which version of himself will keep you from walking away.
“a break…” he repeats quietly, letting the word hang in the air before he exhales like it physically hurts him. “i didn’t think it was that bad between us.”
you try to keep your voice steady, explaining again that you just need space to think, that it’s not about punishing him or something he did wrong in a single moment, but the more you talk, the more he subtly reshapes the conversation into something heavier and more emotional on his side.
he tilts his head slightly, eyes softening in a way that feels intentionally visible.
“so it’s me, then,” he says gently, like he’s accepting blame too easily. “i knew it. i always mess things up without realizing until it’s too late.”
you pause, because that wasn’t what you said, but now the focus has already shifted.
he steps a little closer, not enough to be threatening, just enough to make it harder to fully detach from the moment, and his voice drops into something quieter, more fragile.
“i just didn’t think you’d be the one to want distance from me,” he continues, swallowing like he’s trying to hold back emotion that may or may not be fully real in the way he’s presenting it. “i thought… you actually liked being around me.”
and now you’re not just explaining your need for space anymore, you’re also trying to make sure he doesn’t feel like he’s completely unlovable, even though that was never the point of what you said.
he watches your reaction closely, and when you hesitate, his sadness deepens just a little more, like he’s gently pulling you into reassuring him without ever directly asking you to.
“it’s okay,” he says softly, forcing a small smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. i just didn’t expect to be… easy to leave.”
and that line lingers, because it frames your boundary as abandonment rather than choice.
𝐅𝐔 𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑 -
he goes quiet so fast as soon as you told him, it’s almost like he disappears into himself, his shoulders tensing and his gaze dropping to the floor like he can’t even look at you properly anymore.
“oh…” he whispers, voice small. “i… i didn’t know it was that bad.”
you try to explain that it’s not about one big thing, just that you need space and time to breathe, but he keeps shrinking further into himself while you talk, making the whole situation feel heavier and more fragile than it needs to be.
“i’m sorry,” he says quickly, hands fidgeting like he doesn’t know what to do with them. “i probably did something wrong again, didn’t i…?”
you immediately try to correct him, saying it’s not about blaming him, but he already clings to that idea like it’s the only explanation he can accept, and his voice gets even softer.
“i always mess things up without meaning to,” he continues, barely above a whisper. “i just didn’t think you’d want to get away from me.”
and the way he says it makes it hard to keep your boundary steady, because instead of arguing or getting angry, he just looks like he’s falling apart quietly in front of you, like your need for space is something he’s already decided he deserves.
but afterward, fu doesn’t push directly, but he becomes overly careful around you.
he’s constantly apologizing for small things, acting nervous about whether he’s “doing too much” or “being annoying,” which slowly shifts the emotional weight onto you so that even normal distance feels like you’re hurting him unintentionally.
he also starts seeking reassurance in small, hesitant ways, asking indirect questions like if you’re “still okay with him being around” or if he “did anything wrong today,” which keeps pulling you back into comforting him instead of focusing on your own need for space.
𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐋 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍 -
he doesn’t react the way most people would expect, because there’s no shock, no pleading, no visible hurt at all, just a slow blink as he looks at you like you’ve said something mildly inconvenient.
“a break,” he repeats flatly, tilting his head slightly. “is that supposed to change anything?”
you try to explain that you need space and time away to think clearly, but he barely seems interested in the emotional weight of it, only in the fact that it interrupts what he already expects from you.
he exhales through his nose, almost bored.
“do what you want,” he says, turning slightly away as if the conversation is already over. “if you’re going to leave, then leave properly.”
there’s no anger in his tone, but that almost makes it worse, because it feels like your feelings don’t even register as something worth reacting to.
when you hesitate, he glances back at you briefly, expression unreadable.
“don’t expect me to wait around confused,” he adds calmly. “decide what you are and stick to it.”
and then he stops engaging, like your decision is just another logistical outcome rather than something emotional, leaving you standing there with all the weight of the relationship while he acts completely unaffected.
later one, zodyl gives you total emotional detachment—no reassurance, no attempts to fix things, no visible effort to hold you back.
but also no warmth to return to, which slowly creates a different kind of pressure where you start questioning whether your absence even matters to him at all.
𝐉𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 -
he doesn’t really react right away, instead letting out a small, almost amused laugh like he’s trying to make it seem like you’re being dramatic rather than serious.
“a break?” he repeats, leaning back slightly. “you always say stuff like that when you’re upset.”
you try to explain that you’re not just upset, you genuinely need space, but he immediately starts steering the conversation away from your feelings and back onto your reliability, like the problem isn’t the relationship but your judgment.
“you know you don’t actually mean that,” he says casually, like he’s stating a fact. “you just get overwhelmed and start thinking everything’s wrong.”
and the way he says it makes you pause, even though you were sure how you felt a moment ago.
when you try to insist again, he sighs like he’s the one being patient.
“i’m not mad,” he adds, softer now, almost reasonable, “i just don’t want you making decisions you’ll regret later and blaming me for it.”
he never raises his voice, never directly forbids you, but he keeps reframing your boundary as confusion, instability, or overreaction, until you’re spending more time defending your own feelings than actually expressing them.
later on, jabber doesn’t give you space in a clean way—he stays in contact just enough to keep influence, acting normal and friendly while subtly dismissing your need for distance whenever it comes up again.
making it harder and harder for your “break” to feel real because he keeps treating it like something you’re not fully capable of deciding for yourself.