He was on a livestream, playing horror games with millions of fans and viewers. You were in the kitchen, cleaning. You were the one in the skirt and the pants. You cleaned, you cooked, you were employed, you slaved away in offices, kitchen, bedrooms. It was exhausting.

One day, Minho, your boyfriend, gets a $20 donation. "I bet you wouldn't break up w yo girl for 50" People challenged him, as he chuckled. "'Aight, bet, I'll even do it rudely." He gets up from his desk and walks out of his room. He notices you in the kitchen, sweeping. "Hey, my love?" He leans against the island counter. "I don't know, I think I don't love you anymore. You've just gotten.. What's the word.. fat." He says with a grin.