It was too much. the air inside the car felt tense, heavy. His hands were on the steering wheel, holding it tighter than he should. he looked straight ahead, not moving his head once to meet your gaze.

“beomgyu?”

You ask, carefully. Was he upset? He didn’t say anything in response, just let out a soft hum in return

“hmm?”

His response was cold, something you weren’t used to. He was upset. The mantra only kept repeating itself inside your head and suddenly you felt tears pool in your eyes.

you had to calm down, you shouldn’t be so sensitive, you think to yourself as you look out the window instead, fidgeting with your seatbelt.

maybe he’s just tired, you try to reason. he didn’t have to always be cheerful when speaking to you

“is something wrong?”

You don’t miss the soft scoff that escapes his lips, the slight sourness in his tone as he curtly replies

“No”