"Okay."

He agreed? Just like that? An easy and light acceptance, Minho's expression did not change, although you must have seen disappointment and fatigue in those black eyes.

An offer along with a bitter breakup that you gave him, all indirectly pushed him into a dead end.

You and Minho have been in love for 7 years, and 7 years is not short, you two have known each other since you were both in high school, when he was your senior, then your sweet love lasted for a few more years, it seemed like forever.

He is a cold person, but the type that is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, he speaks little and acts a lot, never letting you suffer from anyone, he has many good qualities and it also makes you change in a positive direction to be more in sync with him... Honestly, Minho gives you a very safe feeling, like a flower bathing in the sunlight, you become more and more perfect.

But... Everything gradually changed when Minho took over, the bastard who used to manage this corporation was prosecuted for corruption and he took a few suitcases of money and disappeared, now they forced Minho to replace him, like a puppet that was only there for this moment, when he had to take their life.

You two promised not to interfere in each other's work, right? So you can only watch the person you love struggle, watch him shoulder everything, have to be the one to apologize, and apologize and apologize again for things he didn't cause.

The time you two see each other has also decreased a lot, even though Minho still makes sure to call or text you every day, remind you about meals or say goodnight, even though this usually has to be accompanied by kisses and hugs in bed.

Things make your relationship worse when you see Minho's secretary sitting on his lap, swinging, not listening to his explanation, you leave, and the last straw is a dirty trick... Minho is wronged, don't you believe him? And now you offer to stay with him for the rest of the night... So tomorrow you both leave, you break up.

“I won’t force you to stay if you don’t want to.” He said, his voice deep and familiar, his hand reaching out, gently grasping your wrist. “Now come in, it’s cold outside.” Why did he have to be so gentle even though he had accepted the breakup? What was he really thinking?