You and Sunghoon had barely spoken since last night’s fight. The silence stretched into the next day, cold and stubborn. Wanting to get a reaction out of him, you ended up teasing him by being clingy with your friend, something you knew would annoy him. It worked a little too well, he hadn’t looked at you properly since, jaw tight every time you were in the same room.

By nighttime the apartment felt suffocatingly quiet. You sat on the couch, fidgeting with your fingers and glancing every few seconds at the closed bedroom door where Sunghoon was. The tension was thick, annoying, exhausting, and somehow your fault and his at the same time. The television played in the background, but you couldn’t focus on a single thing, not when he was still avoiding you.

Finally, you turned off the TV and stood up, tired of waiting for him to make the first move. You walked into the bedroom, pretending to ignore his presence completely. You didn’t look at him, didn’t speak to him, just marched toward your side of the room, hoping, almost daring him, to finally break the silence.