𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 & 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀

i can't forgive you; cmb

"baby please, i'm so so sorry."

"fuck you corbyn."

i stormed out of the bedroom and slammed the door as he hurried to put his clothes back on, and hurried after me.

"yn please."

he grabbed onto my arm and i spun around and slapped him in the face, making him drop my arm immediately to baby his cheek.

"i can't fucking believe you corbyn. you cheated on me and with your ex fucking girlfriend?!"

he frowned and his face was covered in guilt. he stuttered and he was trying to find the words to say but he couldn't.

the rage i had slowly turned into sadness, and my eyes filled with tears. my voice was croaky and it cracked as i spoke.

"why corbyn?"

he finally gathered the courage to look me in the eyes and he looked even more guilty.

"i- i don't know yn."

"was i not enough?"

"no-."

"then what was it corbyn!"

i raised my voice and the tears spilled out of my eyes.

"yn, calm down, it's okay baby."

he walked over to me and placed his hands on my shoulders, but i pushed him away.

"don't you dare call me baby anymore corbyn, you lost that privilege the moment you stuck your dick in someone else."

i wiped my eyes and stormed upstairs opening the door to reveal christina, who still had no clothes on.

"get some fucking clothes on and get the fuck out of my house!"

she scrambled to put some clothes on and ran out of the door, i soon heard the front door open and close.

i grabbed corbyns silver suitcase, and threw all of his clothes in there. the door slowly opened and he sheepishly stuck his head inside.

"yn, what are you doing?"

"what the fuck does it look like corbyn?"

"yn please, we can work through this."

i put the last shirt in the suitcase and zipped it up, throwing it onto the floor in front of corbyn.

"get the fuck out, you're not welcome here anymore."

"yn-."

"corbyn get the fuck out!"

i ran over to him and started banging my fists on his chest, bawling my eyes out.

"okay, okay."

he grabbed my arms and hugged me, rubbing my back.

"okay yn i'll leave, but i want you to know that i'm really sorry and that i'll never stop loving you."

"i love you too corbyn."

he looked hopeful and let me go.

"but i can't forgive you."