Shared Spaces & Hidden Desires • Seungcheol

60 - Wrong

YN

It was the next day.

Or... at least I was pretty sure it was.

The curtains were still drawn, the light behind them dim and fading. The only thing that changed in the room was the sky.

I hadn't moved since last night.

Not really.

No food. No water.

My body ached, but my chest ached more.

Everything felt heavy—like the gravity in this room was stronger than anywhere else.

We hadn't spoken. Not a word since the fight. Since I'd left him downstairs and closed the door behind me.

And I didn't know what he was doing.

The floor was too quiet. I hadn't heard a step, a drawer, a TV. Nothing.

Was he asleep this whole time? Was he avoiding me just as much as I was avoiding him?

I hated it.

I hated the silence.

I hated the way the weight of everything kept pressing against me, begging for answers I didn't have.

And I hated that he still hadn't come upstairs. Not even once.

My phone buzzed against the nightstand, breaking through the stillness like a crack of thunder.

Jeonghan.

I hesitated, then answered with a quiet, "Hello?"

"Hey," he said, casual but careful. "I was calling Seungcheol just now, but... uh—did something happen between you two?"

My stomach dropped.

"What?"

Jeonghan exhaled. "He asked if we wanted to go out tonight. Like, out-out. Drinks, bar, the whole thing. He hasn't done that in... I don't know, months?"

My breath caught.

"He didn't say anything," Jeonghan continued. "Just asked if I was free. Sounded off. So... I figured I'd check in with you."

I couldn't speak.

Couldn't even breathe for a second.

He's going out?

He's okay with this?

We hadn't talked in nearly twenty-four hours. I'd barely slept. I couldn't eat. And he was making plans like nothing happened?

Like I hadn't broken a little last night?

My throat burned. I forced a small breath.

"I—I'm fine," I whispered.

"yn," Jeonghan said gently. "You don't sound fine."

I wiped at my face, surprised to find tears already slipping down.

"I'm fine," I said quickly, voice cracking. "I'll call you later."

And before he could answer, I hung up.

I sank deeper into the bed, the ache behind my eyes spilling down my cheeks.

He was going out.

While I stayed up here, falling apart.

And the worst part was—he hadn't even looked back.

Seungcheol