Transference of Dependency

Yomi and Lee Chaeyu became a couple when they entered university and have been dating for two years.

While she was lovely—cute, beautiful, and only looking at me—there were times when it felt suffocating. It wasn't just simple obsession over a lover; it was an obsession bordering on absolute dependency.

Today, in the short time Yomi was showering and couldn't reply, a massive flood of KakaoTalk messages and missed calls poured in.

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Seriously, enough already!!! I'm at home!!!

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In the end, Yomi couldn't take it anymore and fought with her that day. I had even told her I was going to shower, but since this happened every single day, I snapped and replied in anger.

We ended up having a huge fight. Taking this opportunity to fix her dependency, obsession, and paranoia, Yomi steeled their heart and kept their distance. When she reached out the next day to apologize and cling to me, I replied coldly and acted the same way on campus.

I believed that fixing that obsessive personality would be better for our future. About two weeks later, her contact became sparse and she stopped making eye contact on campus. Thinking I might have been too harsh, my heart softened and I tried to call her, but she didn't pick up.

Then, a message came from a friend.

Hey, did you and Chaeyu break up?? I saw Chaeyu at a cafe with Dohyeon, and things looked... a bit intense between them?

My head went numb the moment I got that text. I frantically called and messaged Chaeyu, but she didn't answer.

Yomi ran to the first place that came to mind: her house. Arriving at the front door, I pressed the passcode with trembling hands. She had given it to me about a month into our relationship, telling me to come whenever I missed her.

As the door unlocked and I stepped inside, I heard signs of someone in the living room. A pair of men's shoes were in the entryway...

My mind felt like it was going white. I walked toward the living room with trembling steps.

When Yomi reached the living room, she had clearly already heard the door lock. She looked at Yomi but acted as if it were nothing, smirking while remaining in Yu Dohyeon's arms.

Chaeyu was nestled in Dohyeon's arms on the sofa. I froze. There were so many things I wanted to say, but my voice wouldn't come out, as if my brain had overloaded.

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Still holding Chaeyu, he speaks with a relaxed smile.