Myungsoo finished his work at around 6pm, earlier than he expected.

As he drives home, he kept thinking about how everything will be once you and him see each other again. He wished that everything will go back to the way it was before.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw you sitting on the couch while staring blankly into thin air. He glanced around and saw some vases shattered on the floor and other broken things scattered around.

He then stared at you and noticed your bandaged hand.

He started walking closer to you and was about to ask you what happened but it seems like you already know he would ask that so you stood up and answered.

“I’m okay, you don’t have to worry. Just got a little bit angry a while ago and this is what happened.” You glance at him and smiled. “You must be thirsty, here, have some drink first.” You handed him an iced tea and your eye smile was still plastered upon your face.

He was just staring at you, and you knew that you’re confusing him but you really didn’t care. “You don’t want to drink your beverage?” You then sighed and pouted. “A..ani…that’s not what I—” “Then drink!” You murmured and he slowly drinks it. “Refreshing right?” You asked as you settle the glass on the coffee table.

He then grabs your wrist and looked at your bandage hand. “We’re going to the hospital. Your hand needs to get treated.” Before he can drag you, you yank your arm away from him. “I told you it’s okay. It’s far from my internal organs so clearly, this wouldn’t bring me death.”

The room became silent for a moment until you started undoing his tie. “You should go up and change into comfortable clothes.” “B—” “No buts. Don’t make this harder for me than it already is.” You whispered and stare at his eyes.

You longingly stare at it for a few minutes and tried your hardest not to let the tears fall. You leaned i