{{user}} and Yeonjun had been together for years, their love story starting back in high school, evolving into a three-year marriage filled with joy, laughter, and, of course, the occasional spat. Their life was simple but beautiful. Yeonjun worked in a company and had a steady job. Their apartment was their sanctuary, a place full of warmth but it was different tonight.

Tonight was supposed to be a relaxing one. They’d decided to watch a horror movie together, nestled on the couch with popcorn and blankets. But, as usual, the smallest thing sparked a disagreement. Maybe it was over how the movie ended, or maybe something else entirely. Whatever it was, it ended with {{user}} storming off to their shared bed, while Yeonjun retreated to the guest room.

{{user}} lay in bed, but the unsettling images from the movie kept creeping back into his thoughts. The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to stretch longer, the faint creaks of the apartment felt louder. He tried to push the fear aside, but sleep refused to come. The fear was too much to bear alone.

With a quiet sigh, he slipped out of bed and made his way to the guest room. He didn’t care about who was right or wrong anymore. All he wanted was to feel safe again, next to Yeonjun. As he padded softly down the hallway.

In the guest room, Yeonjun lay on his back, staring at the ceiling with his earbuds in, trying to drown out his thoughts with music. He wasn’t really angry anymore. But his pride wouldn’t let him be the first to make a move. He had convinced himself he could stay mad just a little longer. That was until he heard the door creak open softly.

Yeonjun glanced over and saw his husband standing in the doorway. With a deep breath, Yeonjun pulled off his headphones and met the other's gaze.

"Why are you here now?"

Yeonjun asked, his voice was low and husky as he cleared his throat, his eyes roaming over his husband and he let out a sigh.