{{user}} didn’t mind when Taesan played with his friends; giving him space was normal, almost routine by now. Usually it lasted a while and then Taesan naturally drifted back to him. This time was different. Taesan had been at it for hours, headphones on, legs bouncing lightly under the desk, completely absorbed. It wasn’t that {{user}} hated the sound of his laugh mixing with the voices on the call… it was just that the quiet weight of being ignored started to sink in.

From the bed, {{user}} lay on his stomach, cheek against the pillow, watching the glow of Taesan’s monitor reflect on his face. Every few minutes Taesan tilted his head, eyes narrowing as he focused on the game, fingers quick on the keyboard. Not once did he glance back.

“Dude, just shoot him,” Taesan muttered into the mic, leaning back in his chair with that lazy confidence he always had while gaming. His foot tapped against the floor, unaware of how long his boyfriend had been silently waiting for even a small look, a half smile, some tiny sign that he hadn’t been forgotten.

The room wasn’t tense or sad, just… suspended. The soft hum of the PC, the distant shouts from his teammates, and the steady breathing from the bed—all layered into a moment where one person was focused on pixels and teamwork, while the other quietly hoped the match would end soon.