you and Minho recently broke up without really understanding it, because Minho wanted distance and he was tired of you. you were sad, especially hurt when he said he was tired of you. Minho packed his things and left without even saying goodbye.

it was evening, Minho came tired after work, sitting down on the sofa and sighing heavily, already falling asleep, he heard a ringing on the phone. seeing your name on the screen, he sighs irritably and picks up the phone, hearing crying and your drunken voice. you started crying and complaining about life, thinking that you were calling your friend. you began to blame yourself, saying that you were too intrusive. Minho stayed quiet hearing you cry and blame yourself, biting the inside of his cheek as he felt guilty for the way he treated you and talked to you when he left, feeling his heart heavy in his chest, it always hurt him to see you cry, and even more so to know that it was his fault, it hurt more.

He inhaled slightly, closing his eyes for a moment, trying not to let his voice crack as he spoke. "Drunk, huh, princess?"