"Hey Woo- where were you?" I asked, he got in to our apartment at around midnight, he had said he would be back around 10, Why was he so late?
"Do I need to tell you?" He asked, I rolled my eyes, he was probably annoyed out of tiredness. Being in Stray Kids wasn't doing wonders for how Woojin was feeling, the intense schedule wiping him out.
"Why do you always have to know where I am? You are so clingy (y/n). Why aren't you in bed? I told you not to wait up for me, now you don't even listen to me?" He said, sounding more annoyed, like he wanted an argument.
"Not doing exactly what you say doesn't mean I don't listen to you Woo." I said, he was exaggerating.
"Go to bed." I said to him, he was clearly tired, the bags under his eyes an intense black.
"Don't tell me what to do." He said, going to get a drink.
"You shouldn't drink so late." I said, knowing it was against the rules of an idol, and it wouldn't keep his body in shape.
"SHUT UP (Y/n)!" He shouted at me, the mostly cute bear had turned ferocious in the matter of seconds
He never said shut up to me, usually it was a cute 'Let's stop talking now (y/n)-ie' or a 'Stop saying such silly things baby'.
Never, not ever, a 'Shut up!'.
I got up, taking the bottle of beer out of Woojin's hand, putting it back in the fridge as he was about to open it.
"Your body won't stay in shape." I said, grabbing him a glass of water instead.
He looked angry now, this was one of the few times in our long relationship that I had seen him angry.
"I don't give a damn. I'm drinking." He said forcefully.
"Woojin, it could affect your health or career." I said, already letting him drink earlier this week, he had been told off by his manager for doing that.
He ignored me, grabbing the beer from the fridge and going to the living room, drinking it out the bottle.
"Do you even listen?" I asked, he scoffed.
"Says the hypocrite." He said, sitting down, turning some porny tv channel on.
I don't even know if it was porn, but it seemed sexual.
I switched off the tv, noticing his boner come up.
"Get up." I shouted at him.
"How dare you." I said, slapping his cheek, feeling almost betrayed and disgusted at how he could watch such horrible images of people being treated badly, having their innocence taken away from them.
"Did you just hit me?" He asked, his face falling and eyes locking on mine.
I started to turn as he grabbed my hand, swinging me around and slapping my face.
It wasn't super painful, a little shock though.
He disrespected me by watching that channel, he is putting his career at risk due to drinking and now he slaps me when he knows how upset I am.
"Don't you ever hit me again." He said, what a hypocrite?
I shook off his hand on my wrist, and asked him to leave our apartment, which I paid for, so it was technically my apartment.
He didn't even seem phased by what I had said and left immediately.
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Time Skip - TOMORROW
"I'm sorry (y/n)." My boyfriend of 3 years said to me, "I've fallen out of love for you."
His eyes couldn't meet mine, and I knew there was something he wasn't telling me.
"So, you cheated on me." I said, inferring what his body language told me, finally realizing why he had come home so late each night.
He looked down again.
I don't know which hurt more, the fact he wasn't admitting it or the fact he wasn't denying it.
"Tell me. What made you throw me aside like that? Cheat on me? Come on, tell. Surely something made me so worthless that I could be cast away." I asked, smashing my glass on the countertop.
"You didn't love me." He said.
"Bullshit." I said.
"Making you dinner every night; kissing you in the morning to wake you up; coming to every concert, no matter where it was; supporting you endlessly, even when we argued and you were sometimes wrong; getting bashed because I was dating a k-pop idol. I went through so much, because I loved you Kim Woojin." I said, my heart breaking.
I knew what was coming from our awkward silence, but I never thought it would happen. I hoped he would be mine forever. But I guess forever isn't as long as you think.
"(Y/n)..." He started, and I just let it flow, preparing myself for the 6 dreadful words.
"I think we should break up." He said, and though I had 'prepared' myself, it was still soul-crushing.
"I hope you have fun with that new hoe. I wish you happiness." I said, closing the door on him, leaving him out of my apartment.
Fuck you fucking Kim Woojin.
