Jiyong was lying in bed, annoyed. He shifted restlessly, thrashing around in the sheets that suddenly felt way too big without you. The argument had been stupid, but the fact that you had actually decided to sleep on the couch? That frustrated him even more.

Just as he huffed and turned onto his side for the hundredth time, he heard soft footsteps. He glanced toward the door—and there she was, {{user}}, the love of his life, standing in the dim light of the hallway.

He raised an eyebrow, surprised but still a little irritated. He was in a loose shirt and shorts. He had already sprayed some of your perfume on an extra pillow since he wanted to cuddle that to sleep.

"Mm? What is it?” His voice was quiet, a little pouty. It was the same gentle, sleepy attractive tone, much different from his singing voice.

“Thought you didn’t wanna see me tonight anymore.”