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Taeyong didn't know why he was still standing in the cold house, suitcase and passport in hand. Wearing a black long sleeve and joggers, wanting to be comfortable on the plane ride. He decided he would leave today, he had to. He's already packed up all his clothes and necessities from the rooms, feeling deep down it was the right thing to do. It was the only thing he could do. He was going to head to Japan, where his old good friend Yuta lived and offered him to stay. It was quite weird actually, they haven't talked in so long it seemed like just good friends going to meet up. Yet, here he stands in the living room; not knowing what he was waiting for. Maybe Jaehyun to walk through the door and say the whole thing was a dream, or an angel ready to take him away from harsh reality. He didn't know which one he'd rather have at this point.

Loosening the grip on his suitcase, he sighed heavily and put his hands on his face.

"God- what am I doing?" He questions stressfully, letting his head fall back.

A click caught his attention, and his head snapped back down as he removed his hands from his face. Another click, and the door was slightly open. Taeyongs heart started beating fast, watching as the door opened to reveal the one and only Jung Jaehyun.

Their eyes met for what seemed like a whole minute, both waiting for one another to say something. Jaehyun notices quickly at the suitcase and bag Taeyong was holding the situation was not good.

"Where are you going with all that stuff?" Jaehyun breaks the silence first.

"I-I'm leaving." Taeyongs voice was suppose to come out confident, but instead it cake our forced and small.

"Why- Where?" Jaehyun was quick to inquire, closing the door behind him as he steps all the way in the building.

"Japan." Taeyong whispers.

"What? Japan?? Why are you going to Japan?" Jaehyun asks, his face twisted in confusion.

Taeyong hated it, he hated seeing Jaehyun act like the victim when he knows damn well what he's done. His blood boiled at the slightest expression.

"To get away from you!" Taeyong cries. "Can't you see your the one I'm trying to escape from? I don't want anywhere near you when you treat me like you do! How could I?" Taeyongs eyes turned glossy in a quick second, looking at Jaehyun with a pained expression.

"Taeyong, I know what I've done- but I can change. I know what I've done wrong now, and I can do better! I know I've hurt you, emotionally and physically and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, but please- please give me a second chance." Jaehyun begs.

Taeyong shakes his head as a single tear runs down his cheek, tightening his hold on his suitcase.

"No." He whispers in a broken voice. "No. No more. I tried to help you, but you pushed me away and acted like you don't even know me! You know much that hurts Jaehyun? Do you know how much I cried knowing you couldn't even remember my name half of the time! No, you don't! You know why- you wanna know why? Because your weren't there! You were out with other bitches and drinking alcoholics getting high, while I was here trying to keep our relationship alive!" Taeyong yells.

"I'm done. I'm done with this relationship, and I'm done with you." He states. "I never want to see your face again Jung Jaehyun." He finishes, picking up his suitcase as he walks right past the man who seemed frozen in his place.

A hand, however, flung out and grabbed ahold of Taeyongs forearm before he could get another step.

"Let go!" Taeyong screams, struggling in the grip.

"No- no please give me another chance! Please." The look in Jaehyuns eyes angered Taeyong, but a hint of guilt set heavy in his heart.

"I said let go!" A slap echoed through the house as Taeyongs collided with Jaehyuns cheek.

They both seemed shocked at the outburst, Taeyong panting as the grip on his forearm loosened. Taeyong looks at Jaehyun straight in the eyes, gritting his teeth.

"I don't even know you anymore." Taeyong whispers, and swiftly opens the door as he slips through.

Jaehyun was left there, facing the door with a sting in his cheek.

'So that's how it feels.' He thought to himself, bringing up a hand to touch his cheek. 'Both ways.'