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"Yeah, you're right. I could have." Doyun didn't say should have. Despite knowing she was in the wrong, it was hard for her to apologize -- there was a irritation in her voice even though it was her fault she'd run late. "The agency contacted me and say they could sign me this week. I couldn't leave...I'm--" Sorry. The word was on the tip of her tongue, yet she couldn't get it out. Doyun sighed, feeling the tears start to burn the corners of her eyes. Relationships shouldn't be about hurting each other and she knew that's exactly what she was doing.
"I am sorry, Minjun," she whispered, looking at the ground instead of at her boyfriend. "Could we -- could we just go home and try to move on?"
muse: choi minjun ‘mj’, bartender/paranormal youtuber, 26 open to: m / f / nb plot: couples on rocky ground? could be a famous/non-famous pairing
“you could’ve just told me if you knew you couldn’t make it.”
She deserved that. Minju was kind, compassionate, and for him to still offer to drive her home after essentially bailing on him on their anniversary made her feel even worse.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, the words hard on her tongue because they were so difficult for her to say. Work was beginning to overwhelm Doyun and the stress of it was causing a rift in their relationship, which at this point was starting to dissolve just as quickly as her work contracts were popping up. "I didn't...realize until halfway through signing the contract about the time. By then, it was too late for me to text you."
Doyun reached out her hand to him. It was a silent offer, not request, to him if he was still willing to take it. The tears in her eyes were getting thicker.
continued from here, @anexthetxc
“so, not even a text, huh?” mj replies, disappointment lacing his words. it’s just like her to avoid the apology that’s needed; perhaps it’s his pent-up frustration bubbling to the surface, making it difficult for him to handle the situation with any semblance of maturity. but being mature doesn’t mean he has to sweep everything under the rug and pretend it’s all okay, right? “i waited there for an hour like a goddamn fool all because of you.” the night was supposed to be a celebration of their anniversary, a milestone that now feels hollow and unworthy of celebration. instead of responding directly to her suggestion, he simply turns on his heels, the tension radiating from him palpable. “i’ll drive you home.”
Doyun knew she deserved that, too. Insecurity didn't suit the influencer well as she still was half a step behind him when he held her hand, not feeling like they weren't touching even though he was guiding her towards the car.
"Do you...hate me now?" she asked, silent, eyes on the ground and far from the bubbly, happy woman that was usually there. At this point, she didn't know what had caused her to turn in to such a mess of a person, and she knew that it couldn't be just Minjun doing this. If anything, she was bringing him down with her and the fear of losing him because of her attitude made her almost lock up. "Are you just as miserable as I feel sometimes? Did we...do that to each other?"
perhaps it's his lingering frustration clouding his judgement, but everything she’s saying feels like a flimsy excuse that does little to soothe his agitation. knowing that anything he says could only escalate the situation, he chooses silence, letting his frustration simmer beneath his furrowed brows. “wouldn’t be the first time you’ve forgotten, anyway.” he mutters under his breath, a part of him quietly questioning if this is all worth it. but he’s always cared too deeply and hates seeing her cry. his heart protests as he takes her hand in his, yet the warmth between them feels different now, almost strained. “we’d better get going before the storm comes.” he says, almost too matter-of-factly, as he leads them towards the direction of the parking lot.