another night, another fight.

you were used to the same discussions with heeseung— you knew being in a relationship with a guy like him would make you uncomfortable and insecure, but here you were.

you blame yourself for even think about asking him for an excuse after you saw his comments in his ex’s last post. slamming the door after he left, you walked outside the apartment to call an uber. the cold wind blew your hair, your skin prickled and you cursed under your breath.

but before you could know, beomgyu — his roommate — stepped outside wearing his black jacket, hands inside his pockets. you looked at him for a moment, but before you could say anything, he spoke quietly looking into your eyes.

“you know, if you’re way too faded to fight– you can stay one more night.”