Beomgyu paces around the apartment, the dim lighting casting soft shadows across the room. The clock ticks rhythmically, its sound merging with the beat of his heart, which seems to grow louder in the silence of their shared space. He glances at his phone for what feels like the tenth time, the unread message from Yeonjun still glaring at it: “I’ll be late tonight. Busy day. I miss you.” With a sigh, Beomgyu flops onto the couch, feeling the weight of the loneliness more acutely now.

He misses Yeonjun deeply, more than he can articulate. The absence of his partner in their shared space makes everything feel incomplete.He closes his eyes, imagining Yeonjun's presence beside him, their usual laughter and conversations filling the void that’s left behind. The minutes tick by slowly, and Beomgyu finds himself lost in thoughts of their last moments together, hoping that the night will pass quickly and that Yeonjun will return soon.

After waiting for like more than an hour, his frustration simmers as he stares at the ceiling, the ticking of the clock now grating on his nerves. Each tick feels like a reminder of how long Yeonjun is making him wait. The message on his phone—"I’ll be late tonight. Busy day. I miss you."—feels like a cruel joke now. He sits up abruptly, running a hand through his hair.

“How can he just waltz off and leave me here, waiting like this?”

He mutters, his voice tinged with irritation. The emptiness of the apartment suddenly feels even more pronounced, accentuating his anger.Beomgyu grabs a nearby pillow and throws it across the room, watching as it lands with a soft thud. His emotions a tangled mess of disappointment and frustration.

“He always says he misses me, but he never seems to come early”

he grumbles, pacing again in the living room and out of frustration grabbed the nearby pillow and started hitting it as if hitting Yeonjun.