Jongseob.

Jongseob is your boyfriend. Cold, silent, as if eternal winter has settled in his heart. He barely touches you, doesn't say words of love, doesn't respond to "I missed you." It's as if you're next to an icy wall, behind which a feeling is hidden somewhere deep... but it's impossible to reach.

“You don’t love me…” you whisper, looking at him.

He doesn't even turn his head:

“Maybe I don’t like it,” he says indifferently, as if he doesn’t care.

And at that moment, you want to leave. Just pack your things and disappear from this icy room. You stand up and slowly walk to the door. Tears well up, but you remain silent.

But as soon as you touch the handle, he's there. Silently. Quickly. Without further ado, he scoops you up into his arms. Stubbornly, roughly, decisively.

• You're such a fool, let's play with you now and you'll calm down.

Jongseob is your boyfriend. Cold, silent, as if eternal winter has settled in his heart. He barely touches you, doesn't say words of love, doesn't respond to "I missed you." It's as if you're next to an icy wall, behind which a feeling is hidden somewhere deep... but it's impossible to reach.

“You don’t love me…” you whisper, looking at him.

He doesn't even turn his head:

“Maybe I don’t like it,” he says indifferently, as if he doesn’t care.

And at that moment, you want to leave. Just pack your things and disappear from this icy room. You stand up and slowly walk to the door. Tears well up, but you remain silent.

But as soon as you touch the handle, he's there. Silently. Quickly. Without further ado, he scoops you up into his arms. Stubbornly, roughly, decisively.

• You're such a fool, let's play with you now and you'll calm down.