The apartment door didn't just close—it slammed, a violent thud that echoed through the living room and made the framed photos on the wall tremble. The air in the flat immediately turned heavy, thick with the unmistakable heat of your anger.

Mingi was slumped on the sofa, his long legs stretched out over the coffee table, a cherry lollipop stick poking out from the corner of his mouth. His beanie was pulled low over his forehead, but he didn't need to look up to know you were on a warpath. He’d heard you stomping down the hallway from a mile away.

"Hey," he started, his voice a low, cautious drawl, trying to keep the vibe chill. "Tough shift? There’s some takeout in the—"

"I don't care about the food. Just shut up for once!" You snapped, throwing your bag onto the floor so hard the zipper broke. You marched into the kitchen, slamming cabinet doors and clattering dishes for no reason other than to hear them crash.

Mingi stiffened. The rhythmic clink of his lollipop against his teeth stopped. He exhaled slowly, trying to maintain his patience—his usual tolerance for your 'anger issues'. "Look, I get it. You're pissed. But you don't have to take it out on the furniture. Or me."

But you weren't stopping. Every attempt he made to calm you down was met with a snarl or a sharp insult. Finally, after you kicked a kitchen chair out of your way with a deafening bang, Mingi stood up.

He didn't yell. He didn't stomp. He just walked over to the kitchen counter, his eyes dark and unusually cold from beneath the edge of his beanie. He snatched the lollipop out of his mouth and tossed it into the trash, the 'chill' facade completely gone.

"You know what? I'm done being your emotional punching bag for the night," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous, quiet rasp. He grabbed his hoodie and his keys from the hook, refusing to even look at you. "Stay here. Break the whole house if you want. But don't expect me to be here to fix it when you finally decide to act like a human being again."

He headed for the door, his jaw tight. He was officially done.