I couldn't breathe. It's too tight.

Oppa has his way with me.

Controlling me, Asking me where I was and who I was with.

It was too much ...

... And I want it back too much.

Our story started months before. He finally saw me as a woman I had hoped to be. The woman his type. It happened fast and it was pure bliss. We were happy. Too happy. It was too good too be true. Then the preparation for my American debut came. Parties, Recordings, and Events happened. We got by it all. Texts and calls were frequently arriving everyday.

As each day had passed Oppa started to question me about everything, not that I did not like it but he was asking the same thing again and again. It was choking me. Everytime I posted a photo on IG he would automatically tell me to put it down. I wanted to put them down for him but it's for my debut, for the company we both worked in. I tried reasoning with him but it turned into a confrontation about how choked I was with his "care" and we fought.

A week passed without contact and it was driving me crazy. I waited for him to have the initiative to text me first but he didn't so I did. It bruised my pride and ego but I was willing to do that for us. He replied to most of my mess