[Daesung’s POV]

“Daesung…? Hey wake up” Someone kept poking at my face. I opened my eyes a little bit and saw the sunlight through my window and I instantly closed my eyes again.

“Aweeee Come on… Wake up” The person said again.

“Maybe we should just let him sleep? He did have a rough day yesterday.” Another voice popped in.

“Yeah… ‘rough’ day” The third voice laughed. My eyes opened and I searched through the blurriness to find out who that was. Once my vision cleared my facial expression shined.

“Why are you guys in my room” I muttered looking at them all. My focus on Jiyong. I closed my eyes again, holding my pillow closer to me.

“No no no! No more sleeping Dae!” My sister yelled pulling at my good arm.

I groaned. “Boraaaaa…. Let me sleep! I’m tired!” I yelled looking at her as she pulled me to sit up.

Taeyang walked over to my closet and pulled out clothes for me. Jiyong took them from him and threw them at my face.
“Get dressed.” He laughed and sat on the edge on my bed playing with his phone.

“Why? Are we going somewhere?” I asked looking at them.

“Don’t ask questions… Just get dressed.” Bora said walking out of the room with Taeyang.

I sighed and looked at Jiyong, his back to me.
“Can you please get out and close the door?” I asked in an irritated tone.
Jiyong just stood up and closed the door, focused on his phone.
“I said get out also…” I muttered.

He ignores me.

“Hello….” I muttered. “Can you hear me?”

“Just get dressed idiot…” He muttered, texting someone.

I get off the bed “Get out!” I yelled.

Jiyong sighed and put his phone down on the bed and stands up. He walks over to me and pushes me against the wall harsh.
“That is no way to talk to your boyfriend.” He whispered tracing his finger along my chest.

I watch him.
“I am NOT your boyfriend… Stop touching me.” I push him again.

He smiles and pins me against the wall and starts kissing my neck.
I look away and try pushing him again.

“Stop resisting Dae” Jiyong muttered through his kissing.

“Please leave me alone.” I whisper.

He slides his hand up my shirt and I shiver at his cold hands.
“Why… we’re dating aren’t me.”

“N… No.” I respond.

He bites my neck in response to that and I yell out. He bites down harder and then let’s go after a few minutes.
“Well that’s a nice mark. Looks like you’ll have to wear a scarf now”
Jiyong smirked backing off of me. He walked towards the door and opened it.
“I’ll be down stairs waiting for you” He walked out closing the door behind him.

I just stand there and place my hand over the spot where he was biting me. I slide down the wall and my eyes start tearing up.
I shake my head and bury it in my hands.

What is going on? Why is this happening to me?
If my sister wasn’t dating Taeyang, then he wouldn’t be in my life… Then I wouldn’t be hurting like this.

Why can’t things be normal

I don’t really love him… Jiyong that is.

Taeyang… I love him. So much.

Why can’t things be perfect for us?