I stare at the text you sent me in mild annoyance. It says "Deoyun, if you maybe have a minute today... can we talk for a bit please."

I sigh deeply, rolling my eyes and call you.

"I told you I'm busy. I don't have time for you."

I say into the phone, before you can even speak. I was laying on my bed leisurely, not busy in the slightest. And in truth you weren't needy, but every little thing about you irritated me these days.