I remember the first time we fought. We were both stressed because of works, and i yelled at you because you never picked up my calls. You yelled back, saying that i didn't have to mind his every business. That was when i thought, i was a bother to you.

I was the stubborn, egoist one so i never wanted to show my weakness in front of you. I didn't cry, instead i said that i hated you and walked out of your place. You were speechless but you didn't chase after me.

I cried in the car. I stayed for what felt like hours in the parking lot, crying and cursing at you. I waited for you to come and you did, in the end. After crying for hours in the car, you finally showed yourself, walking toward my car. You looked as if you knew i was crying there the whole time.

You stopped when you reached my door and rested your forehead against the window. You looked so tired as you closed your eyes, breathing heavily in front of me. I didn't dare to open the door nor the window. You looked like you wanted to cry, and i swear to God, Jeonghan, i saw your lips moving;

"I can't do this, i'm tired."

I didn't quite understand what you meant. Were you tired of fighting, or of me? Because, Jeonghan, even though loving you is hard, i never really grow tired of it.