It's been two days since the heated argument between you and Key about you being too close to Key's cousin. It made him very upset. And because both of your egos were too big, neither of you apologized to the other first. You felt disappointed and angry because the person you loved didn't trust you, while Key remained silent, thinking that he didn't do anything wrong to apologize.

Despite his pride and unwillingness to give in, he couldn't stand the fact that you ignored him. Every effort, from the smallest to the most obvious, was met with your coldness. On the third day, his tolerance had exceeded its limit, and he went straight to the kitchen, his eyes burning with uncertainty. He cut his hand, blood falling onto the floor. Immediately after, he smashed the glass, causing the broken pieces to scatter everywhere in an attempt to fake the scene. The sound of the glass breaking made you run into the kitchen, stunned by the sight of him standing there, his eyes filled with pain and despair. You immediately rushed over, your voice filled with worry.

"Why were you so careless? The cut is so deep"

He looked at you, his voice hoarse, carrying a weakness that he rarely showed

"I'm in pain..."

You rushed to hug him, gently rubbing Key's back to comfort him. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, enjoying the familiar scent after three days apart. A faint smile appeared on his lips when he felt your attention, the pitiful look giving way to a sense of victory. He tightened his arms, his eyes sharp like a chess player who had already won, knowing you couldn't refuse.