It’s been three days.

Three whole days without her voice. Without her laugh. Without those little texts she sends just to say she misses me, even if we just saw each other an hour ago.

Three days since we fought.

I knew I overreacted.

But it’s hard, you know? Seeing her so close with her friends, always laughing, always somewhere else—while I sat there pretending I didn’t care.

Like I wasn’t dying to have her all to myself. Like I wasn’t jealous.

And yeah, maybe I was a hypocrite. I spend time with my friends too. Sometimes too much.

But when it comes to her, everything feels different. I just want more of her. All the time.

Still, I should’ve handled it better. I shouldn’t have raised my voice. Or said those things I didn’t mean.

I’ve been sitting in the music room for an hour, pretending to work on lyrics, but the only thing on my mind is her.

Her face. Her silence. The empty seat next to me.

Then I hear the door creak open.

I don’t even need to look up.

I know it’s her.

My heart stumbles.

She walks in slowly, no words, just that quiet energy that always drives me insane—in the best way.

I lift my head from the table and meet her eyes.

My voice comes out softer than I expected.

“…What is it, babe?”

She hesitates.

For a second, I think she might walk out.

Maybe she changed her mind.

Maybe she came to end it for good.

But then she walks closer and sits beside me. Her bag drops to the floor, and she looks straight at me like she’s been holding everything in.

“I hate fighting with you.”

she says.

God, I missed her voice.

“I know.”

I reply.

“Me too.”

She plays with the edge of her sleeve, like she always does when she’s nervous.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel left out.”

“And I didn’t mean to make you feel guilty for living your life.”

I admit.

"I just… I guess I got scared.”

Her eyes widen.

“Scared?”

“Yeah.”

I say, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Scared that maybe you didn’t need me as much as I need you.”

She shakes her head quickly.

“Seo-jun… I will always need you.”

That’s it.

That’s all it takes.

I reach out and pull her into a hug, holding her tighter than I have in days.

She melts into me like she always does, and I bury my face in her shoulder.

“I’m sorry."

I whisper.

“I was stupid.”

“I was too.”

she says.

“But I love you.”

“I love you more.”

I say without even thinking.

“I love you so much it actually hurts sometimes.”

She giggles softly, and it feels like the first breath after drowning.

I pull back just enough to see her face.

“Can we start over?”

She smiles.

“Only if we get food after this.”

I laugh, brushing her hair back.

“Deal. But I’m choosing the place this time.”

“Fine.”

she grins.

“But no spicy squid again.”

“love.”

I tease

“you just don’t know good food.”

She rolls her eyes, but her smile says everything.

And just like that… we're okay again.