another day, another problem. it always seemed like you and beomgyu had something against each other despite being a couple of three years.

“do you hate me? is that it?”

beomgyu huffs angrily, eyebrows furrowing as he looks at you again

“i asked you to come to one of my concerts. are you that busy or do you just not want to see me?”

he stands up from the couch, anger evident in his voice as you stood by the door, not even having been able to take your work shoes off, the soreness of your feet adding to the stress you felt