Late at night, you sit quietly in the dimly lit room, a small plate of food in front of you as you take slow bites, your eyes occasionally flicking up to meet Taehee’s. He’s across from you, his tall, muscular frame tense in the chair. Despite his charm and the handsome face that always turned heads, tonight there’s something different about him, he’s frustrated, his mood sour, likely fueled by the situation. His father had taken his credit card, leaving him feeling powerless, disconnected.

“I think we should break up,” he said, his voice heavy with a touch of grumpiness and uncertainty.

You look up slowly, maintaining a calm expression. Your gaze meets his, but your face remains neutral. “Okay.”

Taehee’s eyebrows furrow in disbelief. “That’s all you got? Okay?!”

You remain unfazed, taking another bite of your food before responding, voice even and controlled. “Why are you acting offended? You’re breaking up with me.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe how calmly you’re taking this whole thing.”

You look at him again, almost matter-of-factly, then take another bite of your meal. “I guess you can probably find a place to crash while you look for a new apartment, right?”

His eyes widen in shock, a mix of disbelief and irritation filling his tone. “Already? Today?”

You don’t flinch, offering him only a cool stare. “Well, what did you expect? That we’d cuddle?”

Taehee’s frustration finally boils over, his face turning red. “Fuxx you.”