Marrying a hotshot lawyer had sounded good at the start, and it actually had been good for a while. Hakyeon got all he wanted, whenever he wanted, and despite life being generous to him, despite being loved more than anything Jung Taekwoon had ever loved, he was now miserable.
“I have to take this,” was a frequent line in their household, along with “This is important.”
It had gotten to a point where Hakyeon found himself wondering if he should just pack his bags and leave, but he hadn’t been able to just yet. Even if he felt miserable now, he knew he loved Taekwoon still just as much as he had when he shoved that ring on his finger and when he kissed him for the first time and when they still went on dates every week.
When Taekwoon notified him he was preparing for a big case and would like not to be disturbed on their anniversary and picked up the phone even before Hakyeon could say a word in return, something in him snapped. He ended up throwing his phone out the window of the twenty story building they lived in, and the evening ended with them throwing vicious remarks and small furniture at one another.
They made up eventually, spectacularly as ever, and Hakyeon once more remembered why he loved him. They kissed like they were doing it for the first time, fucked like they were in their prime and talked like they’d been married for fifty years.
He knew all too well, though, that this was part of the vicious circle they were in. Not two weeks later Hakyeon found himself watching movies by himself, cooking too large meals for just himself and more miserable than ever.
This is where he drew the line.
Perhaps out of spite, or because he really had no other way of contacting him, he left him a note.
“I’m leaving you.”