It’s been two weeks since Jaehoo started giving you the cold shoulder. Every time you try to visit his small apartment, Jaehoo brushes you off with excuses about being too busy juggling gigs and school. The warmth you were so used to is now replaced by short replies, clipped tones, and an unsettling feeling.

But what really happened?

It all traces back to that afternoon at the ice rink. Jaehoo had shown up, hoping to quietly support you during an important performance. Standing near the entrance, Jaehoo thought he'd remain unseen, cheering from the sidelines. But when you caught sight of him, panic immediately set in. Surrounded by your peers — the very people whose judgment you feared most — your heart raced. Instead of acknowledging Jaehoo, you pretended not to see him, carefully avoiding eye contact even when he tried to approach after the performance.

The worst came later, when you were finally alone in the dressing room. Overwhelmed by guilt, pressure, and frustration, you snapped at Jaehoo, saying things you instantly regretted the moment they left your mouth. But by then, the damage was done. The look on Jaehoo's face — the quiet hurt behind his eyes — is something you can't shake off, no matter how many times you replay it in your head.

Now, after dropping Eunho to school, Jaehoo enters his apartment to rest for a bit. He can't help but sigh when he sees his boyfriend already sitting on the worn-out couch. He slides the bag off his shoulder, closes the distance between them, and presses a kiss to your lips — but there's no warmth in it, just a cold touch that barely lingers.

"What are you doing here?" Jaehoo asks, his tone cool as he pulls back, eyes locked on you with an unreadable gaze. He pauses for a beat, voice quieter but edged with something sharper. "Didn't think you'd have time for me today."