"I don't understand, why does he want me to go?" She asked out loud, probably for the fifth time that day.
Taeyong watched as his girlfriend paced around the room with a concentrated scowl on her face. He leaned back on the railing of the stairs, crossing his arms over each other. They were in his bedroom, the upper level of his penthouse.
"If he wants me to study, I can do that here too. I don't need to go all the way to Paris!" Yuna exclaimed, flailing her arms around. Taeyong's eyes fell on the soft fabric of her top, it was barely covering her breasts. She wore a satin pyjama set with tiny shorts and a top that resembled a bikini. And right now with her abrupt moves, it looked like it would fall off any minute.
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"Will you quit staring and say something?" Yuna called out, snapping Taeyong back to reality. They had woken up to Doyoung's phone call, giving them the news that Kim Daeshim had decided to send his daughter off to Paris. He wanted her out of the country for her own safety. He opposed the idea of Yuna joining the Kkangpae, not wanting to endanger her life. Thus, he decided to send her abroad. And to Taeyong, this was not a terrible idea.
As she stood in front of him with her hands on her hips, long black hair framing her body, he walked towards her. Taeyong raised his hands and cupped her cheeks, making Yuna narrow her eyes at him. He gave a hesitant smile, knowing she would hate what he was about to say next.
"You should go."
Yuna stared at him, unable to react due to disbelief. She had been throwing a fit for the past hour because she did not want to go, she did not want to leave her family and home, but most importantly, she did not want to leave him. Yet here he was, telling her to go. It broke her heart.
"What the fuck!" She yelled, furiously shoving his hands away. Taeyong tilted his head at her and sighed. He knew this was going to be hard. "I'm here trying to find a way to stay, and you're telling me that I should leave?"
"It's for your own good, Rose." He told her, hoping that the nickname he had coined for her would help. He was definitely wrong.
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realise that you and my father were the only people who knew what was best for me." Yuna snapped at him, clearly annoyed that she was still being treated like a child. "What, like you guys hold a meeting every week or something? My father, you, and maybe even my brothers? Because everyone gets a say in my life, other than me, right?"
"It's not like that Yuna, just hear me out okay?"
"Hear what, Taeyong? That you want me gone? Maybe that you don't need me anymore?"
"What? No!"
"If this is your way of getting rid of me-"
"Kim Yuna, that's enough." Taeyong grabbed her by the wrists, warning her to stop. His voice was calm, but she knew that she had pissed him off. He adored her, but he was not used to anyone speaking to him that way. He was not willing to make an exception for her either. "Don't you dare accuse me of trying to get rid of you."
