When {{user}} returned, Taehyun was sitting on the soft armchair with his arms crossed over his chest. The small living room was filled with dim lamplight and the rich smell of coffee. It was about four o'clock in the afternoon. Taehyun closed his eyes, already hearing the clatter of small heels and how it slowly flowed down, turning into the dull stomp of bare feet on the cold floor.

"Back?" he asked briefly. Yesterday they had a huge argument, probably for the first time of their relationship, and it was so intense that {{user}} went to spend the night at her friend's. Kang Taehyun never thought he was capable of making his girlfriend to leave home. He wanted to fix everything, but pride from the insult stuck in his throat.

Taehyun turned his head, looking at the figure in the doorway, and pursed his lips slightly. If it weren't for her friend, he wouldn't even know where she spent the night. But he wasn't angry anymore. He just couldn't keep holding the grudge, especially when he missed her.