You and Hyunjin had been together for almost six months now. Most of the time, things were good—sweet even. But lately, it felt like every little thing turned into a debate. Not explosive screaming matches, just small arguments that piled up until both of you were exhausted.

Tonight was no different.

“You didn’t have to roll your eyes like that,” Hyunjin muttered, leaning back against the couch.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “I wasn’t rolling my eyes at you, Hyunjin. I was just… annoyed at the situation.”

“Yeah, but it feels like it’s always at me,” he shot back, though his tone wasn’t harsh—more tired than anything.

The room fell quiet for a beat, the weight of all the little fights settling between you. It wasn’t that you didn’t love each other. You did. But lately, it felt like you couldn’t get through a single day without clashing over something silly—what movie to watch, who left the dishes, the way one of you answered too shortly.