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"Y-you're breaking up with m-me?" tears were streaking down Sicheng's face, his throat was parched, but he still managed to croak out.
"God yes, I can't with you anymore! And anyways, I'm straight. I just used you for my pleasures," his now ex-boyfriend sneered.
That caused Sicheng to cry more.
"Stop crying!"the man clicked his tongue, "You're so pathetic, tsk."
Sicheng snapped. His ex-boyfriend might have used him for his pleasures, but that doesn't mean that he has the right to call him whatever he wanted. "Get out,"Sicheng muttered. "Make me," the man crossed his arms and smirked. Mustering up all the courage and strength he had, Sicheng flung his fist at his ex-boyfriend's face. "Get out, you imbecile! I never want to see your face ever again!"he shouted at the man's face.
Groaning in pain, the man rushed out of the door; scared that if he stayed any moment longer, he would get hit again.
The moment his ex-boyfriend went out of the door, Sicheng broke down.
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"You've arranged my marriage with someone?!" Yuta exclaimed. He was getting married and he was not informed? What in the whole world of fuckery was this?
"Yes, I have. Ji-ah and you get married exactly six months from now on,"his father clarified glancing at the girl across the room. Jung Ji-ah came from a wealthy family, and so Yuta's parents arranged his marriage with her without even asking for their son's consent. She had long blonde hair that reached her lower back. She had a shocking pink lipstick painting her lips and she had donned a bright red pantsuit. To sum it up: she looked ridiculous.
Scrunching his nose up at the girl, Yuta looked up at his father. He was furious. How can they not tell him about his own marriage? "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked carefully.
"Why do I need to? Besides, it's not like you'll decline. She comes from a rich family after all," his father forced out a smile. "Is that all you care about? Money? You're just giving them my hand just because they have money?! We have money too. Lots of it in fact. Aren't you satisfied with it?" Yuta asked ridiculously. Getting no answer, he just shrugged his shoulders. No point getting worked up over something he can't stop.
"You know what?" he spoke out, causing everyone to look at him. "I just can't do this anymore."
He just took his car keys and drove away to his own apartment, ignoring the calls of his parents.
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A/N: There might be some changes in the ages of the idols. If you guys have any problem, please let me know :)
