These fatal fantasies, giving way to labored breath, Taking all of me, we've already done it in my head, If it's make-believe, why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?

You're trapped in a relationship with Mingyu. You were together for six years after he had helped you escape a really bad and intense situation, he held your hand through the suffering. But ever since then, it's like you owe him something for that. For simply loving you. And you've done everything you can to make him laugh, but he just makes you feel inferior, haunted by that savior complex of his. It doesn't feel normal to be scared in a relationship, it doesn't feel like anything at all, she's numbed herself to the hollow of his glances, to the vitriol in which the spark between you has disintegrated.

Then came Jungkook. He was a collector who came to the small art gallery you own, and ever since you met him, it has felt like you were revived, brought back to life. You go out sometimes but he respects your relationship and doesn't try anything, but there are allusions, pretenses, shields and words of subtle flirtation... And ever since then, you think about him all the time, every night, you please yourself to the thought of him because there's no other way. But it's killing you inside, the guilt of emotional cheating. But without ever touching his skin, how can you be guilty as sin?

Tonight, Mingyu is out on a work trip and you called Jungkook, asking him to come over as you cry.