Monday morning dawned with a heavy cloud hanging over Taeyong's thoughts, much like the gray sky that loomed above the school. The air was filled with tension as he trudged through the corridors, a sense of disbelief gnawing at him. Doyoung's unexpected confession had thrown him off balance, and Taeyong felt like he was navigating uncharted territory. As he settled into his first class, the hum of students and the drone of the teacher's voice barely registered in Taeyong's mind. He couldn't shake off the image of Doyoung's pained expression and the weight of his words. It felt like the ground beneath Taeyong's feet was shifting, and he struggled to find solid footing.
A quick glance around the classroom revealed that Doyoung was nowhere to be seen. The empty seat next to Taeyong served as a stark reminder of the absence, echoing the hollowness he felt inside. A pang of concern gripped him, and he wondered why Doyoung hadn't shown up for the morning classes.
Throughout the lesson, Taeyong's mind kept wandering, his thoughts a chaotic mess. He absentmindedly scribbled notes, but his focus was lost to the turbulent whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. He couldn't fathom how things had escalated so quickly between him and Doyoung.
When the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the first class, Taeyong hesitated before pulling out his phone. With a deep breath, he unlocked the screen and tried to reach out to Doyoung. However, the realization hit him like a ton of bricks when he saw the familiar contact name with a bold "Blocked" status next to it.
"Doyoung," Taeyong murmured to himself, the name carrying a weight he couldn't shake off. His thumb hovered over the screen, conflicted between the desire to reach out and the understanding that Doyoung needed space.
The rest of the day stretched on like an endless maze, with Taeyong caught in the labyrinth of his thoughts. He moved from one class to another, the hallways teeming with students whose faces blurred into a sea of anonymity. Conversations buzzed around him like distant echoes, but his mind was tethered to the unresolved tension with Doyoung.
Lunchtime offered no respite as Taeyong found himself sitting alone, lost in contemplation. The cafeteria noise became a mere backdrop to the turmoil within him. He replayed Doyoung's words in his mind, each syllable etching itself into his consciousness.
"Why did he have to drop such a bombshell like that?" Taeyong muttered to himself, the question hanging in the air unanswered. He wanted to understand, to dissect the intricacies of Doyoung's confession, but it seemed like an insurmountable task. Afternoon classes passed by in a blur, and the weight on Taeyong's shoulders intensified. He yearned for the simplicity of routine, for the normalcy that had been shattered by Doyoung's revelation. The struggle to concentrate on his studies mirrored the inner turmoil, and he found himself counting down the minutes until the final bell.
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10,000 Hours (A Dotae Valentine's Day Short- Fanfiction)
FanfictionTaeyong and Doyoung have been best friends for longer than they could ever imagine. They have always been each other's everything. However, will this be enough for them to even think that there is something more? Taeyong and his long-term boyfriend...
