First Flight Home by Jake Miller

It was Minhyuk's fault, if he was being honest with himself.

It had been one of those exhaustion-fueled conversation that happen at four in the morning. When he was tired of constantly bouncing between places and the regret of leaving her alone every single time was choking him.

He had suggested the break. Had listed all of the reasons why she shouldn't wait for him to come back. Not this time. He didn't deserve it.

She stopped replying after the first four. 

Maybe he was right.

Minhyuk trudged into the shared living space, tired and cranky from the long flight.

He wasn't expecting to walk into a presentation. Especially since she was the one standing in front of all the graphs and charts. And she was nearly seething.

She cleared and he moved to leave again.

"Lee Minhyuk. Sit your down and let me tell you exactly why you're wrong."