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The argument between you and Lee Know had started over something insignificant, but it quickly spiraled out of control. The practice room, usually filled with the sounds of music and laughter, is now thick with tension. Lee Know's voice is sharp, his eyes dark with anger as he paces back and forth, unable to contain his frustration.
You're standing near the mirror, arms crossed defensively, trying to keep your own emotions in check. "Why are you making such a big deal out of this, Minho? It's not worth all this anger!"
He stops pacing and whirls to face you, his expression heated. "Not a big deal? You're the one who never listens, who never takes anything I say seriously!"
"That's not true, and you know it!" you fire back, your voice rising with frustration. "You're just looking for something to be mad about!"
Jisung, who's been quietly watching from the couch, senses the argument escalating and decides to intervene. He gets up, moving between you both in a bid to calm things down. "Hey, let's take a step back, okay? You're both getting way too worked up over this."
Lee Know snaps, his anger turning on Jisung now. "Stay out of this, Jisung! You're always taking her side!"
Jisung blinks, taken aback by the sudden attack. "I'm not taking sides, Minho. I'm just trying to help."
"I don't need your help!" Lee Know shouts, his voice harsh and unforgiving. "If you're going to side with her, then just shut up!"
Jisung steps back, visibly hurt but keeping his composure. He looks between you and Lee Know, concern etched on his face. "Minho, seriously, you need to calm down."
But Lee Know is too far gone in his anger. He turns back to you, his words sharp and cutting. "You know what? If you think I'm so unreasonable, then maybe you should just get lost!"
The words hang in the air, heavier than anything else he's said. Your breath catches in your throat, the sting of his words hitting you like a slap. For a moment, all you can do is stare at him, shocked and deeply hurt.
"Fine," you whisper, your voice trembling as you turn on your heel and head for the door. The sound of it closing behind you echoes in the now painfully quiet room.
Jisung watches you leave, then turns to Lee Know, his expression hardening. "You're such a dick, Minho. She didn't deserve that."
Lee Know doesn't respond, his chest heaving as he tries to rein in his emotions. But the truth of Jisung's words sinks in, and with it, a wave of regret washes over him. He knows he's gone too far, said things he didn't mean, and the look on your face before you left is seared into his mind.
Jisung doesn't wait for a response. He hurries out the door, intent on finding you. It doesn't take long—he hears your quiet sobs echoing down the hallway. His heart aches at the sound, and he quickens his pace until he finds you leaning against the wall, your face buried in your hands.
"Y/N," he says gently, stepping closer. "I'm so sorry. He didn't mean it. He was just angry."
You look up at him, your eyes red and swollen from crying. "It's not just that, Jisung. He told me to leave...like he didn't even care if I did."
Jisung sighs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "I know it feels like that, but he's just being a stubborn idiot. You know how he is when he's upset. You can crash at my place until he pulls his head out of his ass, okay?"
You manage a small nod, appreciating the comfort Jisung is offering even as the hurt lingers. Together, you leave the building, the weight of Lee Know's words still heavy on your heart.
Meanwhile, back in the practice room, Lee Know is left alone with his thoughts. The silence is deafening, and as the anger begins to dissipate, all he's left with is guilt. He slumps down onto the floor, running his hands through his hair as he realizes the gravity of what he's done.
Hours pass, and when you don't return home that evening, worry begins to gnaw at him. He tries calling you, but there's no answer. His mind races with all the things he should have said, all the ways he could've handled things better.
Finally, he can't take it anymore. He knows where you are—Jisung's place. He grabs his jacket and heads out, his footsteps quick and determined, though his heart feels heavy with dread.
When he arrives at Jisung's apartment, he knocks on the door, hoping against hope that you'll give him a chance to apologize. The door opens, and Jisung stands there, his expression neutral but his eyes sharp.
"What do you want, Minho?" Jisung asks, though it's clear he already knows the answer.
"I...I need to see her," Lee Know says, his voice softer than usual, all traces of his earlier anger gone. "I need to apologize. To both of you."
Jisung studies him for a moment, then steps aside. "She's in the living room. But you'd better mean it, Minho. You really hurt her."
"I know," Lee Know admits, his voice thick with regret. "I know, and I'm sorry. I was out of line, with both of you."
Jisung nods, accepting the apology but still wary. "Just fix this, okay?"
Lee Know nods, then walks into the apartment. You're sitting on the couch, your knees drawn up to your chest, your eyes fixed on the floor. When you hear him enter, you look up, your expression guarded.
He kneels in front of you, his hands trembling slightly as he reaches for yours. "Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean any of it, I swear. I was angry and I took it out on you. I shouldn't have said what I did."
Your eyes search his, looking for any sign of insincerity. But all you see is regret and sorrow, and it chips away at the walls you've built around your heart since the argument.
"You really hurt me, Minho," you whisper, your voice shaking. "When you told me to leave...I didn't know what to think."
He squeezes your hands, his eyes pleading. "I didn't mean it. I was just being stupid and stubborn. Please don't leave me. I can't lose you."
The vulnerability in his voice, the way he's looking at you like he's afraid you'll disappear, breaks through the last of your defenses. Slowly, you nod, your eyes filling with tears again, but this time for a different reason.
"Okay," you say quietly. "But don't ever say something like that to me again. It hurts too much."
"I won't," he promises, pulling you into his arms. "I swear I won't."
As he holds you close, the tension between you finally starts to melt away, leaving behind the warmth of his embrace and the unspoken understanding that you'll both work through this—together.
Jisung watches from the doorway, a small smile tugging at his lips. He steps forward, and Lee Know looks up at him, guilt still evident in his eyes.
"Jisung, I'm sorry for snapping at you," Lee Know says earnestly. "You were just trying to help, and I lashed out. I shouldn't have."
Jisung waves it off, his grin returning. "It's fine. Just don't make it a habit, okay? Now, how about we order some food and pretend this day never happened?"
You and Lee Know both chuckle, the tension easing further with Jisung's light-hearted suggestion. As the three of you settle down to eat, the weight of the day's argument begins to lift, replaced by the comforting knowledge that, despite everything, you're not facing this alone.
