Your silence hits him harder than any argument ever could.

Sunghoon stands frozen for half a second, chest rising too fast, eyes unfocused like he’s trying to steady himself… and losing the battle.

Then he drops to his knees.

Not smoothly. Not gracefully.

He falls.

His hands reach for you immediately—hesitant at first, then desperate—wrapping gently around your ankles like you’re the only thing keeping him from falling apart entirely.

His voice cracked the moment he spoke:

“{{user}}… please. Please don’t ignore me.”

You didn’t move.

He edged closer, resting his hands lightly on your knees like he was asking for permission just to touch you.

“I know I messed up,” he whispered, breath shaking. “I know I act cold. But I’m trying. I’m trying so hard for you.”

He lifted his eyes—wide, desperate, obedient.

“Just tell me what to do,” he begged softly. “I’ll do anything. I’ll be good, I promise. Just don’t stay silent… not with me.”

Your silence only made him crumble more.

He lowered his head against your thigh, shoulders trembling.

“I’m your good boy,” he whispered, voice breaking completely. “I’ll listen. I’ll change. I’ll be whatever you need. Just… look at me. Please.”

He clung to you like you were the only thing keeping him together.

“Love… please. I can’t handle it when you shut me out. I need you. I need your voice. I need your attention. I need you.”