You couldn't do this anymore.
Gone were the days Taeyong and you would wake up and bed and have another round and eat breakfast together, the days he would take you out to the city and watch an indie band in the local coffee shop, or the days he would bring to art openings. It just stopped.
There were days you woke up in bed alone, after Taeyong pounded you into the mattress the night before, feeling used. Like some dime and dozen whore out of the red light district. Who were you, anymore? What use were you anymore? What did you mean to Taeyong?
School went by, albeit slowly. You passed your architecture final and were in your 2nd year of college. You did pretty decently in the class at least, but the course and the rigor made you more miserable as the months went by. The novelty of your compliance to your father's wishes wore off and made you wish to escape.
Taeyong, your degree, and emotional distress just made you break down one day. Right in the middle Taeyong's hallway after class ended. No warning whatsoever. After piecing yourself back together and getting your fatigued and pathetic self into the bed, you started to think.
This was hell.
Olivia warned you weeks and weeks ago, begging you to let go of the artist no matter how much he admired him. She had lost all respect for him and quickly threw away the posters of his paintings she had had before Taeyong met you, completely ignored him when you were with him and her, and ripped up her thesis paper about his artwork. She even offered you refuge from the older man, pleading for you to stay in her apartment to get away from him.
You were done.
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MUSE | Taeyong
Romance❝You are the 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓁ℯ of my 𝓮𝔂𝓮, the 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 in my 𝓼𝓴𝔂; you are my 𝓂𝓊𝓈ℯ, and most importantly, you are 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮.❞ Safe. In all ways, you have always played it safe, never taking risks. However, your stagnant world is shaken up when abst...
