Heeseung.

They'd been together for a year. It wasn't a perfect relationship, but you always tried to nurture it with little things: time, attention, small efforts to share things he liked… or at least things you thought he might like. He, on the other hand, was becoming increasingly distant, colder, busier, getting angry over small things, and more tired of anything that smacked of "doing something together." He even treated you like garbage.
You endured it all because love clouded your vision; you were so in love that you let him hurt you again and again.
One day, you arrived at the apartment happy because you had finally been able to buy the tickets for the concert Heeseung wanted to go to. You had worked so hard to save up the money, and it was worth it, maybe... When you told Heeseung via chat, he was already tired from work and having to answer your messages; the mere fact of having to put up with your "little girl" attitude, which he hates so much, was like a hammer blow to his skull.
"I told you countless times not to bother me while I'm working. Grow up already, for God's sake. I'm not coming." Your eyes filled with tears before you even realized it. You put your phone down, wondering when you'd started feeling this way: like someone who always asks for more... and gets less and less.