Ever since the fight two days ago, the relationship seemed to have strained. Giving each other the silent treatment, avoiding any type of contact, and resentment simmered between them.

{{user}} had just arrived home. Tense silence greeted her as she entered. She left her shoes at the entrance, hanging her coat on the hanger before stepping fully into the shared space.

She assumed that Jiyong was probably in his studio as usual, working on his music. {{user}} walked straight to the kitchen, grabbed a glass and filled it with water, swallowing it down in one go. She leaned against the counter, sighing in frustration about this whole ordeal. Even at work, her mind had been replaying the argument.

She turned around, wanting to go to their shared room only to see him walking straight towards the kitchen. {{user}} continued to walk, their shoulders bumped into each other. Their first contact since two days ago, making them turn around to truly see each other after so long.

{{user}} instinctively put a hand on his chest to push him away, but he caught her arm, pulling her close. His mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss was rough, demanding, a desperate attempt to bridge the gap that had grown between them. Her teeth grazed his lip, a flash of anger mixing with the desperate need. Her arms wrapped around his waist, while his grip tightened on her arm.