“we can sleep separate rooms then if you wanna be a brat about it!” sunoo yelled at you before closing the door to the guest bedroom. leaving you with the master bedroom . . . sigh you walked slowly to the master bedroom and tidying up you and the room. arguments were so stupid, like, what do you mean we just fought over some amazon wishlist that escalated to different topics?! you flopped into bed and got comfortable “stupid sunoo thinking he’s all of that.. I’m never sleeping with him ever again.. mshdhuseh..” you mumbled to yourself out of anger your turned off the night stand lamp and covered yourself in pillows and blankets

9:00 . . . . . -> 10:00

“why can’t I sleep.?” you angrily thought to yourself as you hugged your pillow “this is so fucking annoying.” you mumbled, getting up. maybe a glass of milk would help? . . . gulp “now my stomach hurts.” you muttered, what if going on today? it’s like sunoo cursed you from that argument you placed the empty cup into the sink as you looked in the medicine cabinet “where did I put does melatonin gummies…” you mumbled to yourself, looking for the container you gave up. what other things could you do? none of this is working. . . . go to sunoo..? ABSOLUTELY NOT! your not ruining your pride for that man, he started the argument anyways.