You wake up releasing a groan as you stretch across your queen sized bed. The spot beside you is empty and cold. You sit up, thinking nothing of it. It’s Sunday. Lazy day. You know what that means.

You wipe your eyes and puff out your cheeks, believing this was a way to get the circulation in your facing running again. That theory has yet to proven.

You brush your teeth and wash your face, lathering Shea butter on your brown skin to combat the cold air you will face this winter. Finally you smooth some coconut oil through your hair and shake out your curls. There, your seven minute morning routine was complete.

Slipping on socks, you made your way to the kitchen of your apartment when you hear B/N’s voice. You pause, curious as to why his tone of voice was so edgy this morning. You walk up behind him, slipping your arms around his waist. You stand on your toes, planting a kiss at the back of his neck as a way of saying, “Good morning” since he was on the phone. You would’ve stayed there had he not patted your hands, indicating for you to let him go as he walked away to continue his conversation.

You make a face, speaking to yourself, “What has him so upset?”

You grab a few fruits and vegetables to wash before you cut and toss them into your blender. B/N was off in another room as you pressed the button to blend your breakfast together.

“Yah!” you heard him yell and you turn off the machine expecting that something had happened, “I’m on the phone, do you mind?”  

“It’s not even that loud,” you mumble to yourself. You wait a few seconds when you still hear his voice speaking. You look in his direction as you slowly press the button down, as if that will make it any quieter. The machine is on but he doesn’t yell again. You test the smoothie and find that it needs something else, perhaps a bit more mango, but since B/N seems too grumpy you can’t bother.

You pour the contents into two glasses and walk towards the bedroom where he retreated from the blender’s noise. You’re sipping from your smoothie when you hear him, “No, you listen to me. I want nothing to do with you or anyone else from your side. You made it clear years ago that you didn’t want me to be a part of it. I have my own now, I don’t need you.”

He pauses, listening to what the other person was saying before angrily tapping his phone screen and tossing it on the bed. You slowly make your way towards him and nudge his arm with your shoulder, “What’s that all about?” you ask.

He throws his hands up and you lose balance of his drink. It shatters on the hard wooden floor while spilling over your gray rug.

“Damn it, Y/N,” he muttered as you both bend down to pick up the broken glass.

“I got the towels,” you say as you roll up the rug. You won’t try to save it. With broken glass imbedded in unknown parts of it, it wouldn’t make sense to keep it. By the time you came from dumping the rug and getting paper towels, the mess was already clean. The shower was also running and you took this time to finish your smoothie, while making another for him.

But when he emerged from the bathroom dressed in a pair of jeans and a dark blue sweater, you questioned him, “Where are you going?”

“Out,” is all he says.

You throw him an obvious glance, “Clearly,” you slide the smoothie towards him across the counter to where he sat at the stool. Resting your chin on his shoulder you say, “It’s Sunday.” He gulps down the smoothie you made him, Adam’s Apple bobbing. He made no comment on it, “It’s Lazy day,” you pout. “I have some important things to do,” his voice is still tense. His phone rings right then and you glance at the caller ID that was written in Hangul. You narrow your eyes, “Who’s Nari?”

He doesn’t reply to your question. Instead he plants a quick kiss on your cheek, lips still cold from the smoothie. He grabs his coat and heads out the door saying, “I’ll be back in an hour,”

Now you weren’t one for just sulking around like a lost puppy when your significant other left you alone. You immediately got on your laptop and worked on the next story you planned to send it to your broadcasting station. You were working on getting their approval to investigate a story on elephant abuse in Thailand. Many of the locals were trying to raise awareness to the treatment of their animals, but no one wanted the story. You sure did.

You hear the door to your apartment open and there B/N walked in, as promised within the hour. But looking at him, he looked more irritated than before. You were sitting at your desk, legs folded beneath you when he arrived. Usually when he arrives home and you were sitting there, he’ll greet you with a kiss on your head. Today, he walked right past you. 

 “Well hello to you too,” you say. You type in your last thought before getting up to follow him, which resulted in him entering the bathroom and slamming the door, locking it.

Oh hell no, this is my place.

You take in a deep breath, praying for patience, “Babe…open the door,” you try the door again only to have it yanked from your hands as he moved past you towards the kitchen.

“B/N, can you just stop for a second and just let me know what’s going on?”

He gulps down a glass of water, “Who was that on the phone earlier that had you so upset?” Your voice is calm and understanding as you gently prod him for answers. But he doesn’t answer you, which only fuels your ongoing annoyance further.

He releases a big sigh, “My father.”

“Okay…” you say once he doesn’t continue. 

You’ve never met his father. Now that you think of it you’ve only met two of his family members. His grandfather, whom you found adorable and who treated you with surprising affection. And you’ve met one of his brothers, except that was an awkward accident between the three of you. 

“What did he say?” you ask which result in him sighing again.

“Y/N, I really don’t want to get into this now.” 

You stand in front of him, his knees at your waist from where he sat on the stool. “I just want to know what has you so upset…” you tuck his hair behind his ear and rub your thumb against his cheekbone. You usually do this when he’s stressed, resulting in him letting you in a bit. But this time he won’t even make eye contact with you. 

His phone rings again right then but he picks it up. It’s the same name from earlier. He stands up, causing you to back away. His tone of voice has switched from stressed to light hearted. Now you were annoyed and confused…and annoyed. 

Here I am trying to be understanding and he’s giving me attitude, but when this Nari calls, he’s all cheery. What in the actual hell is happening right now? 

His conversation ends and you’re back at your computer, finishing up your report. He’s in the kitchen rummaging through the fridge singing softly.

Someone’s in a better mood than I could’ve put him in. You close your laptop once you’ve sent off the report and make your way to the kitchen. 

 “Now that we’re both free,” and you’re in a better mood, “do you want to do something? Go somewhere maybe or just stay here?” 

During the week you both were incredibly busy, so you sometimes only saw each other one or twice a week, which never truly bothered you. With all your stress on work and pent up emotions on missing him, you were always glad to see him and him you. 

He’s on his phone again as he responds to you, “Not today.” is all he says. 

You cross your arms over your chest, “Not even an explanation?” 

He slams his hand on the counter resulting in a loud clap. You jump slightly at his outburst. He narrows his eyes at you. The nerve. You glare right back. “You want to go somewhere Y/N, then go. You don’t need me to tag along with you. What do you want, me to buy you everything?” 

You almost laugh at the audacity of his choice of words. You bite your lip, nodding your head. “First of all smartass, I’ve never needed your money. Second of all…you’re absolutely right.” he looks up at you in surprise. 

You head towards the bedroom and change into a pair of jeans and a white sweater. You put on some quick makeup and grab your black coat by the door. You feel his eyes piercing the back of your head. 

 “Where are you going?” he demands. 

 “Out,” and with that you slam the door and wait outside for a full thirty seconds. He doesn’t come after you, instead you hear him talking into his stupid phone again. You fight frustrated tears at his insensitivity and your sensitivity. 

“.”