You hated fighting with Baekhyun, that was for sure. But while a part of you wished for all of the heavy tensions and laser shooting glares to be over, the petty side of you just didn't want to let go of the grudge this one time. It had been three days since the last time the two of you had talked and the fact that he didn't make any effort to talk things out made you utterly furious. Well, bring it up, you thought, it was a game of pride, and yours wasn't going to crumble easily. Not any less his.

The relationship between you and Baekhyun was like a blue flame, a burning passion, a love where he wouldn't see anyone but you and your heart only knew how to love him, and no one else, ever. A love that would push you over crazy limits for each other, where being apart would make it hard to breathe. There was nothing in this world you were more sure on than the fact that you and he were meant to be. As if the two of you were tied by a red thread, securely so, you were wrapped around his finger and no less was he on yours.

But that was what rended every fight so much more intense, so hard to give up. You were two strong personalities that many times crashed, each fighting for their justice whenever tested. Your friends had many times wondered why you bothered to stay in a relationship with someone so hard to deal with and you couldn't help but to roll your eyes at those questions. Of course, Baekhyun could be so stubborn, so mean and in one second become everything you ever hated, but that was because he was your everything. It was meant to happen. What point was there to relationships if you let fights that could in one way or another be solved, tear you apart? Yes, you and Baekhyun fought a lot, and yet here you were, still refusing to let go of each other. Because you didn't let arguments get to you.

Fighting also meant caring for each other.

An exasperated sigh left your lips when the school's biggest flirt pinned you against the wall for the tenth time that week, his sharp gaze undressing you and you felt it burn through your skin, it took all of you not to muster the disgusted cringe that threatened to twist your lips. You had lost the count of the times you'd told him that you were taken and that you had absolutely zero interest in him, but it had been as if your words had entered one ear and exited the other, you were seriously starting to consider telling him in a different language out