Recently, you and Minho have been arguing a lot, every day.

You called Minho, the third time he finally accepted the call.

"What." He seemed agitated

"When ru coming home?" You asked

"I'm not." he mumbed

"What? Why?" you asked

"I'll be back in the morning." he said

"Fine, don't come home. But I can't guarantee that I'll be here when you finally decide to show up." You said after sighing deeply.

You hung up, and started to pack your things while crying a little