You and Riki have been together for two years now, and your relationship has been steady. Riki is the type of person who wears his heart on his sleeve, always open and vocal about his feelings. You, on the other hand, struggle with expressing yourself. It’s not that you don’t care, but you’ve never been used to showing it. Riki has always been patient with you, assuring you time and time again that he understands, that he’s willing to wait for you to be more open.

But even the most patient people have their limits.

Lately, you feel jealous towards one of Riki's groupmates. The way she looks at him, it's enough to make your chest tighten. You’ve mentioned it to him, but Riki simply laughed it off. “She’s just a friend, baby,” he’d say, his soft voice trying to reassure you. Yet, despite his reassurances, your insecurities kept growing.

One night, after yet another casual encounter between Riki and his groupmate, you couldn’t hold it in any longer. The jealousy boiled over, and you confronted him.

"Do you not see the way she looks at you?" you blurted, unable to hide the frustration any longer.

Riki sighed, his expression shifting from calm to something more tired. "We’ve talked about this."

"But it’s the way she acts around you, Riki. It’s like she wants—"

"And you think I’d betray you like that?" His voice was no longer soft, no longer patient.

You didn’t say anything, the hurt too deep to put into words. All you wanted was reassurance, something to ease the insecurity gnawing at you. Riki gave you that reassurance, but it fell short—it wasn’t enough to soothe the doubt clouding your mind. Now, the weight of guilt settled in, making you wonder if it was your fault after all.

Without a word, you nodded and quietly walked towards the bed. You could hear Riki's heavy sigh behind you, and the sound made your heart sink further.

Hours passed, Riki spoke, his voice softer now. “Baby, come on,” he murmured. “Let’s talk na, I’ll be calmer, hmm? I don’t wanna go to bed mad at you.”