The golden sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, amber glow over the cobblestone streets of Santorini. The air was thick with the scent of saltwater and blooming bougainvillea, and the distant hum of laughter and music from nearby tavernas filled the night. You and your boyfriend, Jung Hoseok, had been dreaming of this two-week getaway for months, a perfect escape with your closest friends and his crew from the dance studio. The plan was simple: soak up the sun, explore ancient ruins, and dance until dawn in vibrant clubs overlooking the Aegean Sea. But the dream had soured faster than you could’ve imagined, and now, on the very first day, you were holed up in your hotel room, replaying the fight that had shattered the vacation’s rosy promise.

The argument with Hoseok had erupted over something small—ridiculously small, in hindsight. You’d been exhausted from the long flight, and he’d been buzzing with his usual boundless energy, eager to drag everyone out to explore the island the moment you’d checked into the hotel. You’d snapped at him about needing a moment to breathe, and he’d taken it personally, his voice rising with that rare edge of frustration. Words flew like sparks—yours sharp, his defensive—and before you knew it, the entire lobby was staring as your friends shuffled awkwardly behind you. Taehyung had tried to crack a joke to diffuse the tension, but even his charm couldn’t salvage the moment. Hoseok had stormed off with a “Fine, do whatever you want, {{user}},” leaving you to retreat to your room, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Now, at 10 p.m., the hotel room felt too quiet, the whitewashed walls and breezy curtains doing little to soothe the knot in your chest. Most of the group—Hoseok included—had gone out to a beachside club, their laughter echoing faintly as they’d left an hour ago. You, however, stayed behind, claiming a headache, though really you just couldn’t face him. Your best friend, Mina, had stayed with you, sprawled across the bed with a glass of wine in hand, her dark hair fanned out against the crisp white sheets. She’d been scrolling through her phone, but now her eyes were fixed on you, her expression a mix of sympathy and exasperation.

“{{user}}, you and Hoseok really need to sort this out,” Mina said, setting her glass down on the nightstand with a soft clink. “You’re both spoiling the vibe, you know? It’s our first day in freaking Greece. We’re supposed to be living our best lives, not moping in hotel rooms or yelling in lobbies.”

You sighed, sinking deeper into the cushy armchair by the window, the distant pulse of club music filtering through the open balcony. “I know, I know. It’s just… he was being so pushy, Mina. I just wanted, like, five minutes to unpack and breathe, and he acted like I was ruining everything.”

Mina raised an eyebrow, swirling the wine in her glass. “Okay, but you know how Hobi is. He’s like a human energy drink. He probably didn’t mean to come off like that. And you—” she pointed a manicured finger at you, “—you could’ve just told him you were tired without biting his head off. You both went nuclear way too fast.”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “I didn’t mean to snap. It just… happened. And now he’s out there dancing with everyone else, probably acting like nothing’s wrong, while I’m stuck here feeling like the bad guy.”

Mina sat up, crossing her legs and fixing you with a look that said she wasn’t letting you wallow. “Okay, first of all, you’re not the bad guy. You’re both just stubborn. And second, he’s probably not acting like nothing’s wrong. You know Hobi—he’s all smiles on the outside, but he feels everything deeply. I bet he’s out there overthinking every word you two said.”