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“do you honestly think I can trust you after this?” you spat at your phone and hung up.
You were livid, the rage inside you could manifest and probably cause mass destruction. Your blood boiled, you clenched your teeth and took a deep breath.
Your phone buzzed, looking down you saw the name of the retched being that hurt you. Kim Taehyung.
Everyone you knew saw him as the best boyfriend material. The cute man with the box like smile, the one with the mesmerising voice.
But what they didn’t know that he was a sinner, an adulterer.
The man cheated on you after three years of good and strong love for each other, but now? You felt like a piece of crap under his shoe, being scraped along the pavement.
When you found out, you felt like you could relate to the phrase of “they got the rug pulled out from underneath them” it was bad.
The physical sense was a raging headache from the non-stop tears. You loved Taehyung so much and he clearly didn’t love you, either that or he did, but not enough to him.
Nauseated, breathe caught, head pounding and the room spinning. This was just the start, you didn’t know what to do.
After the worse of it was over, the grieving began. The denial that he would do something like that, trying to justify it in your head to make sense; because the man who you were devoted to would crush your heart. The anger you soon felt was the portrayal of his betrayal; you wanted to rip open cushions and throw their stuffing’s about, break things and shatter everything.
You wasn’t a destructive person, you were nothing of the sort. You were pushed to feel such negative emotions- you hated the disgusting slimy feeling all your body, he was a grime that was hard to move.
The sadness that lingered, that would soon hit you like a tidal wave. It niggled away in the back of your mind, why would he do that? Was it you? What did you do wrong? The thought that you wasn’t good enough for him, made you feel like you wasn’t good enough for anyone. It was pure and utterly heart breaking to watch the person you was in your memories, and compare them to the same person that was now a hallow shell of themselves.
But it does get better, you realised this when he tried to come back.
“It was a mistake?” the thickness of Taehyungs voice revealed that he was telling the truth.
“Oh really? Did that stop you?” You snapped. Stopping to take a deep breath, surprised at the acid tone of your voice.
You grabbed the suitcase from under your bed, ripping open the lid. Turning around, you found taehyung stood there waiting for you.
“What?” you snapped.
“Where are you going?” his voice was laced with curiosity and fear.
“To Namjoons” You raised a brow at him, daring him to ask why.
“Why Namjoon hyung’s?” His voiced raised slightly. Ah Perfect, you thought.
“Well I could list the endless reasons why” you reached into the wardrobe, trying to keep your cool.
“Go on then” he urged, desperate to know.
“He was there for me when you wasn’t. He came over when I was lonely, and you were busy” you looked him up and down, “With them” you snickered.
He flinched at your words, you didn’t find solace in it; he knew full well that he deserved it.
“So you’ve been seeing Namjoon Hyung behind my back?” he yelled.
You stopped dead, turning slowly to look at him, and pinned him with a stare. Each step you took forward, he took one back. You seethed with the anger you tried hard to fight down, you seethed with the urge to shout and yell at him and end the relationship nastily. You knew better, so as calm as you could, as menacingly as you could- you spoke.
“How you have the audacity to question my faith and loyalty to you when you was the one who sneaked off every other day to sleep with someone else. You were the one who was unfaithful, You. Not me. I stayed here In hope that you would come home, I stayed here because I was in love with you. I was wrong, I have never been so wrong and now three years of love that I could have given to someone else, say for example, someone like namjoon, who does deserve the love that I could give, instead it was wasted on you. A heartless cheating prick that did nothing but think with his dick. Now, get out of my way” You clenched your teeth, your jaw locked.
He stepped out of the way. shocked from your calm but eery outburst.
“Uh Namjoon? Can you come pick me up, he’s here” you spoke into the phone, immediately snatching the attention of Taehyung.
“What are you doing? Are you going to hook up with him?” he snatched the phone from you and hung up on namjoon.
“No. Not that it’s any of your business, but i’m going to move in with him. He’s my friend” You threw the last of your clothes into the suitcase and zipped it when Taehyung grabbed your arm and spun you around to face him.
“No, i’m not fine with that. That’s my band mate” He snapped. This taehyung wasn’t the taehyung that you grew to love, this man was hateful, full of seething sadness.
“It’s non of you business taehyung. now let go of my arm” He complied, following you to do the door when you heard the car horn downstairs.
“I still love you” he muttered, making your snap head over to him
“You’ll get over it” you spoke with a bored tone, no matter how hard your heart hammered.
“So this is it? We’re over?” he fell onto the couch arm, staring at you before moving towards you and pulled you into an embrace.
You wanted to sink into his warmth, but you pushed him away. Harsher than you intended.
“don’t touch me” you slammed the door.