Chapter 115
Seoul, South Korea
~Phoebe~
"Marry me." Taeyung repeated for a third time.
"No."
"I will ask you every day until you say yes."
"I will tell you no, every time. I'm too young. That's crazy talk."
But my words fell on deaf ears.
"Hal-abeoji, she accepts. At the end of the semester, we'll formally announce our engagement. The Winter Solstice Gala will double as a surprise engagement party."
"What the fuck, Taeyung?"
I was pissed.
"I'll break up with up with you right now."
"I won't let you go. Naturally, marriage will happen. Why wait?"
"Fuck you. I'm going home."
I turned to storm out, he grabbed me by my wrist, but this time. I was so mad, so freaking mad, the trigger made me swing back. He dodged it.
But his eyes were wide.
I think he was just as surprised as me at that reaction.
"Don't. You don't own me Taeyung. I thought you'd learn that. But I guess not."
I walked out.
No one gets to decide my life for me.
No one.
I stood at the front gate.
