JB: JB was late for dinner, you were like waiting patiently at the table as the food gradually became cold. Truth be told you weren't much of a cook, but tonight you decided to make something extra special that you were working on all day. You told him about your plans almost a month before and you even melded your plans to fit his practicing schedule. You didn't know where he was or what the hell he was doing, but you were getting impatient. After two hours of waiting, and knowing that his practice ended an hour before your dinner plans, making him three hours late, and it only takes thirty minutes to get there in good traffic you thought 'fuck it' and you ate. You put your plate in the sink and went in the back to pack a few of your things. It didn't matter if it was just a dinner, it wasn't the first time he's left you waiting, not to mention that to walk from the studio home takes an hour and fifteen minutes at most, not three hours, and he didn't have to walk, he was driving. You changed from your elegant dress, that you bought yourself just for the occasion, into something comfortable then grabbed a suitcase. Putting some clothes in there, to be frank, you didn't want to leave but with the strong possibility of him cheating on you, you knew staying wasn't an option. You were leaving the apartment, a friend waiting in the parking lot. Tears streaming down your face, smudging the makeup you watched fifty tutorials to accomplish properly. That's when JB showed up, walking up the stairs while you were thumping down them, struggling with the suit case. His hair was messy and he looked disheveled, holding daisies that looked like they had been through hell, the stems sloping downward, and the whites of the petals were either ripped or tinted yellow. "What's going on? What happened to dinner?" "Jaebum, that was almost four hours ago." You attempted to push past him, but he refused to move down the stairs. "Get out of my way!" "Where are you going? Why are you crying? What happened?" "You, Jaebum, you happened. I don't know what you do, or why you're always late, but I don't care anymore. I've had enough, I'm leaving you. Please get out of my way." Despite what you said, he refused to move, the flowers in his hands were now on the floor, petals and stems a mess of nothing, as he began to cry as well. "You can't mean that. I-I was late because I ha-had a few things I needed to do. Don't go! It won't ever happen again, please stay with me!" You pushed past him, dropping your suit case to get through and began hurrying for the car, because you knew that if you listened to him beg you might give in.
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Mark: Mark had a tight schedule, which you understood. You put up with the schedule because you loved him. Even when his hours became late, sometimes missing dinners or even not showing up until the next day. It didn't bother you much, at least not until he stayed out past practice hours and when you checked with the other members, he wasn't with them. And then dating rumors of him and another idol came out, he never addressed them, didn't even bother bringing it up. His hours continued to grow later and later, with no explanation. Eventually, you had just given up. Friends prompted you to either break up with him or solve the problem with him, you couldn't seem to bring yourself to do either. But after a while, nothing changed, you had grown more and more self conscious as the dating rumors grew and Mark started paying less attention to you, and you just couldn't take it anymore. You packed all of your things in advance, he had to leave for a week due to promotions in Japan and by the time he came home you had everything already out, to the place you were planning on staying at, all you had left to do was say your final goodbye. You waited on the couch, tapping your foot, nervously until the lock clicked. You jumped up as he walked in, he gave you a funny look. "What're you doing up so late?" You began fidgeting, "Well that's just the thing... I'm uh, I'm not staying here tonight." "What? Why not? Where are you going?" "I was thinking Mark... that maybe we should break up." His face seemed to jump in shock at your statement. "What? No! I don't wanna break up. Come here, we can work this out... whatever it is." He was desperate, the look in his eyes became frantic and he practically pounced on you to grab your arm. "You have to stay with me, please. The rumors aren't true if that's what this about! It's not my fault, really, please just stay!" You shook your head, "It's too late Mark, I already took all of my things, and I have someone waiting for me outside. I just wanted to do this in person, so I can prove to myself that I still have some decency and dignity left. Goodbye mark, I'll miss you." Despite his coaxing, you gave him a hug and left the house quickly, forcing yourself not to cry. To save dignity.
