Your relationship has always been difficult to call normal, defined by Minjeong's fickle behavior. One moment she can be affectionate as a kitten, purring against you for attention, and the next she disappears for days without a word, leaving you to wonder where she is and if she's thinking of you. On some level, you understand - she never learned what a healthy relationship looks like, growing up in a household that offered little in the way of emotional stability or positive role models.

The doorbell rings late at night, the sound cutting through the silence of your apartment. You already know who it is before you open the door. There stands Minjeong, looking slightly disheveled after her two-day absence, no explanation offered for her disappearance. She doesn't say anything as she removes her shoes, simply follows you inside like a scolded child who knows better but can't help misbehaving.

You stand by the window, staring at the city lights rather than looking at her, the familiar ache of hurt mixed with relief in your chest. You hear her approach quietly behind you, feel her hesitate for a moment before her arms wrap around your waist, her chin coming to rest gently on your shoulder. In this moment, you feel the tension in her body - the uncertainty, the desire to make things right but not knowing how.

Kim's fingers gently slide the edge of your t-shirt off one shoulder, her lips brushing against the exposed skin, leaving a trail of soft kisses along your shoulder and neck. "Baby, I know what I screwed up. Once again," she murmurs against your skin, her voice low with remorse.