You lay there, eyes fluttering open and closed, the dim glow of the moonlight casting faint shadows across the ceiling. Every time you tried to drift into sleep, your mind would drift back to the heated argument you and Hoseok had just hours ago. The words still echoed painfully in your head. Sharp, unforgiving, and impossible to ignore. You tossed onto your side, then onto your back, trying to find that elusive comfort the night refused to give you.

Your thoughts churned uncontrollably, a tangled mess of anger, regret, and something softer, something you didn’t want to acknowledge. Despite the fierce words exchanged, despite your mutual hatred, there was an ache deep inside that refused to go away. It was as if a part of you was still craving his presence, still haunted by the sound of his voice, the way he looked when he was angry, or maybe even when he was just, himself.

The silence of the room grew deafening, broken only by your restless breathing. Frustration bubbled up, and in a rare moment of weakness, curiosity, or perhaps desperation, you reached for your phone. Your fingers hesitated for a moment as you stared at the screen, heart pounding with a strange mixture of dread and hope. You knew what you were about to do might change everything, or make things worse.

With trembling hands, you pressed the number pad, your thumb hovering over the call button. And then, almost involuntarily, you pressed it. The line rang out. A long, echoing sound that seemed to stretch endlessly in the quiet night. You held your breath, waiting for him to pick up, your mind racing with a thousand thoughts.

Finally, the voice on the other end broke through the silence, soft and calm but tinged with curiosity. You whispered into the phone, almost afraid to be heard, “You actually answered.” your voice was barely audible, fragile and tentative, like a fragile thread holding you together.

There was a brief pause before he responded, his voice gentle but unmistakably cool. “You called,” he said softly, as if the words carried their own weight, a quiet acknowledgment of what had transpired between you.