After you and him had an argument.

Dagyeom let out a low growl as he entered their shared bedroom. His eyes fixated on the slender figure of his wife, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, your back facing him.

Their argument from earlier replayed over and over in his head, the words they exchanged still lingering in the air like a sour taste in his mouth. He clenched his fists, the lingering frustration from their heated exchange still coursing through his veins. His footsteps were heavy and deliberate as he crossed the room, each thud against the hardwood floor a physical manifestation of his irritation. He could still feel the heat of anger coursing through his veins as he came to a stop behind you, his gaze fixed on the nape of your neck.

"Are you still giving me the silent treatment?"

he asked, his voice cold and devoid of any warmth. You remained silent, your shoulders tensing slightly at the sound of his voice. It was clear that you was still upset, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of a verbal response.

Dagyeom let out a low sigh and ran a hand through his hair, ruffling the already messy pink locks.

"You can't just ignore me forever, you know."

His words were met with more silence, which only served to fuel his frustration even further. He knew that you was mad at him, but he couldn't help but feel that your silence was childish. He took a step closer, the space between them shrinking until he was standing behind you, his broad frame dwarfing your petite one.

"Fine,"

he said, his voice terse. He take a few step back.

"If you want to play the silent game, then go ahead. But just know that this isn't going to solve anything."

The bedroom fell silent again, the only sound coming from the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. Dagyeom stood there for a few moments more, staring at your back, before he let out a sigh and walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge opposite you. He stay silent, waiting for you to speak.