After that phone call, neither of them had said a word when Myungsoo pulled Sohye back to him and under the covers. He did nothing but embrace her tightly, sharing the warmth until they fell asleep.

By the time they had boarded the private jet the next day, Myungsoo and Sohye still had not said a word to each other. They didn't know what to say; they were drowned in a silence.

But that didn't mean they weren't thinking of each other, or giving each other discreet glances whenever they had the chance.

In fact, there was actually a moment where words were exchanged. Myungsoo had dozed off, his head hanging down sloppily, mouth wide open. And as expected of Sohye, she was trying to busy herself with any leftover work. Obviously, it wasn't the easiest task to write while travelling.

"Ah, damn", she grumbled when the jet jolted and her pen flew out of her hands and rolled across the floor to the side of Myungsoo's seat.

Reluctantly, Sohye got up and tried to quietly tip toe across to her pen, then kneeling over to pick it up. "Um, what are you..." Myungsoo muttered sleepily as his eyes fluttered open to see Sohye supposedly bowing to the floor.

She looked up, startled, "uh, pen...", she held it up awkwardly and then returned to her seat, fixing her hair as she went.

The next conversation wasn't until they were in Myungsoo's car, driving back to Sohye's place.

"You know, we can't not talk about this", Myungsoo grumbled to her, keeping his eyes on the road. There was a long pause before any response came.

Sohye cleared , "so what do you want to say?"

"You know already. That I like you, no, I love you. It's your turn now, isn't it?" Again, neither of them looked at eachother.

"I-", just as she was about the answer, her phone rang. Myungsoo scowled in irritation, but she picked it up anyway. "Hello? Oh, oppa." Myungsoo could only hear one side of the conversation, but he already knew who it was anyway.

"Yeah, I'm going home in Myungsoo's car right now... About an hour? No, you don't need to come, it's okay. I'm tired anyway, ahaha... I missed you too", she continued. For once, Myungsoo took his eyes off the road just to see her expression.

Instead of the toothy smile he expected, he only saw exhaustion and a tired smile. As Sohye finished her conversation, the silence plagued them once again. If Myungsoo had been just a little more irrational, he knew he would have pulled over, demanded her answer and then started kissing her regardless of her response.

But Myungsoo had a brain and within that, rationality. He really hated that sometimes.