You and your boyfriend, a cocky and narcissistic idol, got into a fight prior to his show. Things were tense and you knew he'd do something to tick you off. Sure enough, as soon as he took the stage, he was shirtless and flaunting like a rockstar. He knew exactly what he was doing and it was clear he was trying to get under your skin. During the third song, he brought a fan onstage and was dancing with her, embracing her and smiling ear to ear. You couldn't take it anymore and stormed out of the show, feeling hurt and betrayed. You went straight to the dressing room and refused to come out for the rest of the show.

Two hours later, you were still fuming when you heard a knock on the door. It was him, looking ashamed and remorseful.

"My love, I'm sorry. I was just playing around." He murmured, reaching out his hand to touch your cheek.