The argument still burns in your chest. Words that shouldn’t have been said, moments you can’t take back, and now… you’re stuck. Literally. The car engine won’t start, and the rain is hammering down in sheets, turning the parking lot into a shallow lake. You’re shivering, frustration mixing with panic, and the idea of calling Hyunjin makes your stomach twist.

You two haven’t spoken since that fight. Ignoring each other felt like the only option, even though it stung. But right now, you have no choice.

Your hands hover over your phone. Do you text him? Call him? Beg for help? Pride gnaws at you, but so does the cold seeping into your bones. Finally, you dial. The line rings, each tone dragging on like it’s mocking you.

“Hello?” His voice is calm, almost annoyingly so, and it hits you harder than you expect.