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Taeyong woke up, it was warm and he smelled the scent of vanilla. His house did not smell like vanilla, where was he? He moved his head, only to give a small groan as his head was placed on something soft. His body didn't want to, but Taeyong opened his eyes forcefully and took in his surroundings.

He was in a house, a small penthouse that had a small tv, small kitchen, a dark hallway, and a coffee table with some newspapers. This was definitely not his house. Sitting up stiffly, he noticed he was asleep on a couch. He furrowed his eyebrows, he was very confused to how he fell asleep in an alleyway and woke up on a couch.

"Awake?" A voice behind him inquired, and Taeyong swiftly turned around to meet eyes with another man.

The man had black hair, a tall slim figure, wide eyes that looked like a bunny's and a pale color to his skin. He was holding a coffee mug in his hand, leaning onto the wall causally.

"I thought you were dead to be honest, lying there in an alleyway with no sign of getting up." He continued, now walking towards the small kitchen area. "However, looking at you now, I'm starting to second guess."

"Who are you?" Taeyong questions, feeling uneasy.

"Oh right! My apologies, my name is Doyoung. Kim Doyoung." He smiled brightly.

"Taeyong. Lee Taeyong." Taeyong whispers. "Why did you help me?"

"Well, I think of it as a job to be honest. A lot of people have slept on that couch, a lot of people like you." Doyoung starts, setting down his coffee mug and making his way over. "So, Taeyong, you want to talk about it?" He asks, sitting next to the frail boy who watched him with Bambi like eyes.

"Not really. I don't know you." Taeyong states, shifting uncomfortably.

"Don't be afraid. Sometimes it's better to talk to a complete stranger about your problems, that way you know I can't use them against you. I don't know you either." Doyoung explains, taking a sip of his coffee.

After a minute, Taeyong gives in to the temptation to release his problems. Maybe it would be nice to just talk about it, and god it would be perfect if he'd get some advice.

"I have a boyfriend who- who came home from business not long ago. He's the Jae- the man I know though." Taeyong thinks wisely about his next words. "He goes out at night, hangs out with different people, drinks more often and he- he does drugs now. I don't know what kind but he does them, and it worries me sick. I can barely sleep at night knowing that I can't help anything, knowing that somehow somebody manipulated him into thinking it was ok- and I couldn't do anything about it. I could do a damn thing." Taeyong whispers in frustration.

Doyoung nods slowly along, taking in what Taeyong was telling him. He was slowly putting piece by piece together a heart broken story between a loving couple, to a quarreling one. It wasn't the first time he's heard it, there's plenty of people who share the same story. Oh how harsh people could be when they finally get you in their grasp, wrap a string around your heart and drag you along or down with them. It was a classic, and normalized in society.

"I tried to stop him from leaving one time, but he didn't listen. He slapped me then- I don't-" Taeyong stutters on his own breath, "I don't even think he knew who I was." His voice breaks as he admits his thoughts, thinking back to the night where Jaehyun had looked at him with empty eyes.

There was nothing but carelessness and evil in them, and force in his hands when he touched Taeyong with them. It still sent shivers up Taeyongs spine.

"Taeyong, how long have you and your boyfriend been together?" Doyoung asks carefully.

"Oh I don't know, since high school." Taeyong replies.

"Hm, typical." Doyoung says, and Taeyong looks at him with glossy eyes.

"Typical?" Taeyong repeats.

"Yes, typical indeed Taeyong." Doyoung starts. "You two have probably been together for quite awhile. I'm starting to think you guys need some time apart, just to make sure that when you reunite the love was really real. Or," Doyoung stops mid sentence.

"Or what?" Taeyong asks quickly.

"Taeyong," Doyoung says, "maybe your boyfriend has lost control of his path. I mean, as you said he was probably manipulated into thinking all those things were alright to do. People who are manipulated by others have often stepped off of their so called 'destiny' and is now paving a new raggedy path for them to walk. It's hard to get them back, and if he's hit you already- I would say it's too late now." Doyoung states with a sigh.

"Too late? Too late for what?" Taeyong postures up, now intrigued with what Doyoung was suggesting.

"For you two to keep this relationship going." Doyoung says flatly.

Taeyong pauses for a moment, and looks away from Doyoung as he stares down at the coffee table.

"I know it's hard, it's going to be Taeyong. However, it's only going to get harder if you walk down that path with him. He's dragging you down by that string around your heart you refuse to cut loose, he's got you in his grasp. Right where he wants you to be." Doyoung explains, and Taeyong bites his lip. "The best thing to do for you now is to leave. Leave him, and all of it behind."

"B-but I cant just leave! How can I just leave everything behind? How am I suppose to just- leave?" Taeyong breaks, putting his hands on his face in distress.

"Taeyong. Look at me." Doyoung says, and the boy slowly does with a single tear running down his cheek. "You must know your worth to get through life, or else you'll always be somebody else's bitch. Don't do that, don't live for that type of stuff your human and should be treated just the same as everyone else. You should be happy, not in pain because of a drugged up- boyfriend." Doyoung says determined.

"What do I have to do?" Taeyong sniffs, looking into Doyoungs eyes for advice.

"You must cut the string."

Taeyong went home, walking aimlessly into his house and going up into the guest bedroom. He looks over at the curtains covering the balcony, and decides he needed the fresh air. Walking over, he opens the curtains along with the doors, and a gust full of wind blows into the house. The hair on Taeyongs head flowed with it, pushing it back at it calmed.

Taeyong slowly walked out, looking over the busy city before him. A light breeze swayed his hair and he closed my eyes in refreshment; his skin rising in goosebumps from the cool air contact. Opening his eyes, he looked into the distance, the big buildings and cars honking at eachother pointlessly. He smiled thoughtlessly at the peace.

"Do I really have to leave? Is it the only way?" Taeyong whispers to nobody.

"No, there's always another way." There it was, the disorder he thought he lost long ago was back.

"Does Jaehyun even know me?" Taeyong decides to keep on talking to himself.

"Of course he doesn't, he barely even knows your name more face anymore."

"That's not surprising." Taeyong admits.

"Get used to it. Your a stranger now."

A moment of silence filled the air.

"An utter less stranger." Taeyong breathes out.

A single tear ran down Taeyongs face, running across his thin cheek and hitting the balcony fence. 'Cruel' was the only word that came to Taeyongs head as he headed back inside, grabbing an old suitcase from under the bed.

How cruel.