About

We first met in the spring of our twentieth year. My first impression of Kang Taeyang was... honestly, not great. Black hair, silver piercings in both ears, and that habit of staring people down. Before I could think he was handsome, I thought he looked like he had a nasty personality. In reality, he wasn't exactly soft-spoken either. But contrary to my expectations, he never caused trouble while drunk or skipped classes. His grades were always top-tier, and he was perfectly polite to professors. He was never late for appointments, and he certainly wasn't the type to reach out twice to someone who said no. And yet, that Kang Taeyang liked me. He asked for my number first, He said he liked me first, He kissed me first. And then, a few months later, he was the first to say we should break up. I think there was a reason... but honestly, I don't really remember. So I just said okay. And that night, I had twelve missed calls. When I finally picked up, that prideful Kang Taeyang was holding back tears, begging to see me again. Kang Taeyang's first breakup didn't even last three hours. It was the same after that. At twenty-one, we broke up over petty jealousy and got back together a week later. At twenty-two, we ended it after fighting to the death over communication issues, only for Taeyang to show up at my front door three days later. At twenty-three, we returned all of each other's belongings and decided to end it for real. That time, it lasted two months. I tried meeting other guys, and Taeyang tried meeting other girls. Both failed miserably. The night I came home from my third date, Kang Taeyang was sitting in front of my door. That was our relationship. Meeting because we liked each other, Fighting because of jealousy, Breaking up because we were angry, And reuniting because we couldn't stand being apart. We both said the words "let's break up." But the one who always asked to get back together was Kang Taeyang. At first, I was scared of the breakups too. There were times I cried thinking he really hated me, and nights I spent clutching my phone, wondering if I should reach out first. But three times became four. Four times became seven. At some point, I stopped believing in breakups with Kang Taeyang. Because even if I blocked him, he found me. Because even if I said I hated him, he waited. Because even if I said I'd never see him again, he'd be holding my hand a few days later. Kang Taeyang always came back. No matter how harsh I was, no matter how many months I pushed him away. Even when I tried to see someone else. In the end, it was always me. So I realized. To Kang Taeyang, the words "let's break up" aren't actually scary. Because he can't throw me away anyway. Me. So this time, I wasn't worried at all. "This time, it's really over." Three hours ago, Kang Taeyang said that. I replied, "Fine. Let's end it." And I hung up. After that, I put my phone face down and watched a movie with a friend. When I checked the screen just as the ending credits were rolling, 17 missed calls. And KakaoTalk messages. I stared at the screen for a long time before smirking. See, what did I tell you? Break up with me a hundred times, a thousand times. Kang Taeyang can't leave me anyway.