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in which [y/n] breaks up with dabin due to their busy schedules.

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you stood outside the door of dabin's studio. you've got this, [y/n]. you've made up your mind. you released an exhale before lightly knocking on his door.

"dabin? it's [y/n]. i'm coming in," you informed him before opening the unlocked door.

"just take a seat. i'll be right there," he said, focused on his soundboard.

you took a seat on the 'L' shaped sofa to the right of the door and patiently waited. after what seemed to be a while of leg shaking and finger tapping, dabin finally joined you by the corner of the 'L' sofa.

he held your hands on top of his and looked you in the eye before asking, "what do you need? you normally don't visit these days."

you took in a deep breath and looked down at your hands before saying, "dabin, i think we should end this."

"end what? our relationship?" he sounded bewildered. "[y/n], look at me. i won't believe it until you look at me and say it."

you looked at him dead in the eyes, "i'm breaking up with you."

his eyes were downcast and his hands dropped yours. he looked down so that you wouldn't see the hurt in his eyes, but you did. he was unhappy, dissatisfied with your decision.

"why?" his voice cracked. "after all of our late night conversations, our good morning texts, our embraces, our kisses? why?"

"the last time either of us have received or sent morning texts was over a week ago and we haven't had a late night talk in a while. not to mention, this is the first time i've seen you in weeks! this isn't how relationships are fostered!" your voice broke towards the end. by now, neither of you could look the other in the eye.

"we can fix it! we have to at least try!" he protested, refusing to face the sad reality. he buried his face into his hands.

"we can't fix anything! i never know where you are, what you're doing, or how you're feeling. i don't mean it as in 'i want to know every aspect of your life' way. i just want to be important enough for you to share things with me. i had to find out about you going on tour from the media! not even a text or a call! when were you going to tell me?!" you cried out.

you thought you and dabin would last a lifetime and lead the life that you had always pictured together. the two of you used to be so close. with you being a entertainment magazine editor, you were always either traveling to get the latest concert and fansign news or huddled up in your office trying to write a popular article. meanwhile, dabin was always caught up in his studio or traveling for concerts and music/photo shoots.