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After the Seoul Music Awards

I haven't spoke a word to Minjae since I came back to the table to when we arrived back home. He didn't either.

I stood in front of the mirror above the bathroom sink. Thinking back to how he smeared my lipstick.

My thoughts stop when I feel firm arms encircle my body. A chest pressed against my back.

"Did you enjoy tonight?" He asked. His tone low and light yet something underlying his words that made me anxious. I shallow my anxiousness.

"Yes, it was a good ceremony. I'm glad you came with me."

"Really?" Minjae buried his face into the crook of my neck.

"Stop lying," Minjae's low and deep chuckle vibrated against my skin.

"I saw you, Taeyeon." He darkly breathed out. I looked up at the mirror then turn around in his arms in confused at what he is saying and his change of tone.

"Min, what are you–" My words fall short when a painful burning sensation came across my right cheek.  My eyes widened in surprise, tears began to gather in the brim of my eyes.

"Minjae...w-why?" I croak out. My throat is drying out by the second.

"You think I wouldn't fucking notice!" He shouted, his voice bouncing off the walls of the bathroom. His soft demeanor long gone replaced by outright anger.

This can't be happening. I close my eyes tightly, a few stray tears flowed down.

"Rejecting me for him." He scoffed.

"I didn't!" I uttered out. Minjae goes  quiet. The tension in the air become heavier almost suffocating. My stomach twists in fear, he was too quiet.

"No one talks to me like that." His voice was dangerously low. I step back towards the sink.

He stares attentively. His orbs are blinded with red. I see myself, a smaller and more fragile version of myself drowning in those pools of red.

He hurries to me and latches his fingers onto my long hair. His lower body restrains me from moving away.

Minjae tugs on the roots. I yelp in pain from the forceful pull that felt like he could rip off my scalp. 

I raise my hands to try to pry his fingers away. His grip tightened further. My struggles driving him to inflict more pain.

"I'm sorry..." I said, staring into his eyes trying to search for something. For the Minjae from before.

"You're sorry?" Minjae looks down at me and clicks his tongue. I shut my eyes closed and I nod my head despite the the fact that he was holding my head back.

He doesn't speak and I sense him near  his lips brush along my ear, "You're so lucky I love you so much. Otherwise, I would tell Korea who the real Taeyeon is," He quietly said through his teeth.

He released his grip, "Don't talk back to me ever again if you don't want them to find out." He hissed and left me alone in the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

My body goes limp and falls onto the floor. I release my breath that I was holding. The weigh on my chest increasing.

My dark brown locks disheveled and my pale white cheek marked with discoloration.

I slowly raised my trembling fingers to graze the injured flesh and flinch.
A broken sob escapes from my dry throat.

I cup my mouth to suppress the sounds. I slowly pull my limps closer to myself. I encircle my arms around my legs. My head falls onto my knees. The tears don't stop forming and falling.

The pain inflicted on my body nothing compared to the shard embedded in my heart slowly bleeding me dry.

I will never forgive him.

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This was honestly hard to write not only because I wanted to make it realistic in terms of dialogue and actions but the sheer fact that I wrote about physical harm being done to someone. I had to do my research before publishing this. Were you expecting Minjae to do this? Or were you surprised? Tell me in the comments.

-MoonBae🌸