You and Minho had been dating for a year but for the past couple months things had been off. You had both changed a lot. You avoided deep conversations and barely hung out with him anymore, but whenever he was away for long you got suspicious. He wouldn’t put in effort to find out what was wrong and would just use gifts to solve the problems. Your fights became more frequent but one sided; you would argue and he would just change the subject. Whenever he argued, you would just avoid him or leave. On valentine’s day you weren’t even together, spending the day separately without a word. The relationship became very toxic and you drifted apart despite being so close.

You had a bad fight one evening and you left, wandering the dark streets in the cold and rain as he drove around looking for you, picking you up from a random street and driving you both home in silence.

“I wanna breakup.” You said as the tension got too thick. “You don’t mean that.” He said, his tone unbothered as he kept his gaze on the road.