"Jiho, are you really going to be like this now?" I ask, a tinge of impatience in my voice.

This wasn't the first time we were fighting, but this time, I was really getting annoyed. I hated it when we fought. It was just too disappointing. When we fought--actually, if we fought things could get really out of hand. The last time we fought, I broke his phone. 

My mom used to say  things "get out of hand" because people's personalities are too similar. She says too many similarities are bound to have things be off balance, then both people will fall.

I shudder as Jiho's voice brings me back to the moment.

"I am like this." He said, trying to keep his cool.

I inhaled sharply, almost bracing myself for him to call me out on something else.

"I am like this, don't you remember?" He said softly...