Mingyu's hormones were in overdrive, and Wonwoo's constant worrying was suffocating him.
"One more thing, Wonwoo," Mingyu snapped, frustration boiling over. "Can't I even breathe without you asking if I'm okay?"
Wonwoo's expression fell. "I just want to ensure you and the baby are safe."
"I know," Mingyu said, softening. "But sometimes, I feel trapped."
Wonwoo stepped back, hurt. "You feel trapped with me?"
Mingyu sighed. "No, Wonwoo, that's not what I meant."
However, Wonwoo's expression remained stern. "Maybe I should give you space."
Mingyu's eyes welled up. "Wonwoo, don't go."
But Wonwoo had already walked out of the room.
Mingyu's emotions spiraled, and he broke down.
_Later that day:_
Wonwoo re-entered the room, carrying a bouquet of Mingyu's favorite flowers.
"Mingyu, I'm sorry," Wonwoo said, his voice filled with regret. "I shouldn't have walked away."
Mingyu's tears slowed. "I'm sorry too. Hormones are just...crazy."
Wonwoo smiled, relief washing over him. "I know. I'll be more patient."
Mingyu's expression softened. "And I'll try to communicate better."
Wonwoo handed Mingyu the flowers and wrapped him in a gentle hug.
"We're in this together," Wonwoo whispered.
Mingyu nodded, feeling grateful.
Their argument became a turning point, strengthening their communication and bond
