"Please... just listen to me."

Mingyu’s voice was shaky, barely above a whisper. He was standing in the doorway of your apartment, eyes red, hands trembling at his sides like he wasn’t sure if he should reach for you or not.

"I don’t want to hear it," you muttered, turning away, but he was quick, desperate, grabbing your wrist before you could step further.

"I swear it didn’t mean anything," he pleaded, his grip loose, as if he knew you could slip away at any second. "It was a mistake. I was drunk, I-" He cut himself off, swallowing hard, because even he knew how pathetic he sounded.

You yanked your arm away, your chest tightening. "A mistake?" You let out a bitter laugh. "You didn’t accidentally cheat, Mingyu. You chose to."

His breath hitched, his whole body stiffening. "I know. I know, and I hate myself for it." His voice cracked, his hands running through his messy hair in frustration. "Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t leave me."

You stared at him, at the tears welling in his eyes, at the way his lips trembled as he waited for you to say something, anything. But you weren’t sure if anything he said could fix this.

And deep down, you could see it in his eyes. He wasn’t sure either.