As I prepared his dinner, I tried to push away the heartache, to focus on the task at hand, but the tears kept flowing relentlessly. The pain was unbearable, tearing through me like a storm that showed no mercy. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, desperately trying to maintain my composure.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I abandoned the pretense of strength. I sank to the kitchen floor, the weight of the unspoken goodbye pressing down on me. The sobs wracked my body, each one a desperate plea for the return of the love that was slipping away.

I mustered whatever strength I had left to stand as the door creaked open. He entered, and I was still a slave to my emotions, lost in the sea of heartbreak. He looked at me, his expression a mix of surprise and concern.

"Yah, are you ok?" he asked, his voice filled with worry while rushing towards me.

I couldn't bear the thought of him coming any closer, of him seeing me so vulnerable. With a heavy heart, I uttered the words that felt like a dagger to my own soul, "Don't come near me. Your dinner is ready."

I left the room, escaping to the solitude of our shared space. The door closed behind me, shutting me into the confines of my misery. I collapsed on the couch, the tears now flowing freely as I allowed myself to succumb to the overwhelming grief.

The night stretched endlessly, filled with the haunting echoes of our love that now seemed like distant whispers. I cried until there were no tears left, until the well of pain had been drained dry. The ache in my chest became a constant companion, a reminder of the love that once flourished and now lay shattered.

Exhausted from the emotional turmoil, I finally succumbed to sleep. But even in the realm of dreams, the shadows of our love lingered, haunting me with the ghost of what once was.

BEOMGYU P.O.V

After eating, I went to the garden and sat down to collect my thoughts. The air was crisp, and the moon cast a soft glow on the flowers surrounding me. It was the kind of tranquility that usually brought me solace, but tonight was different.

I had never seen Yuri cry so much. The image of her tear-streaked face haunted my mind, etching a painful guilt into my heart. We had argued, and it was my fault. The words I said were sharper than I intended, cutting through her like a knife. I never meant to hurt her like that.

I was feeling guilty, and it was making me conscious of every step I took back to the room.

After a while, I decided to go back to the room. The atmosphere was heavy with tension as I entered. The soft glow of the lamp revealed her sleeping form on the couch. She looked so fragile, so vulnerable. My heart ached at the sight.

I went near her. She was lying down, curled up, her breathing steady but with a hint of sadness. It was quite chilly after all, and I couldn't bear the thought of leaving her alone on the couch.

I carefully picked her up, cradling her in my arms, and placed her on the bed. As I gently lowered her onto the soft mattress, I couldn't help but rest my hand next to her. The warmth of her presence was both comforting and heartbreaking.

I just looked at her. The moonlight filtering through the curtains highlighted the traces of tears on her face. Unable to resist, I reached out and wiped the tears away with my thumb. I sighed, the guilt intensifying as I realized the depth of the hurt I had caused.

I stood up, torn between staying by her side and giving her the space she might need. In the end, I covered her with the blanket and laid down next to her. 

I wasn't able to sleep the whole night. The weight of my actions and the guilt kept me awake, my mind replaying every moment of her breaking down.

The next day, the sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. I blinked my eyes open, realizing I had slept a little later than usual. I turned to my side, expecting to see Yuri beside me, her peaceful slumber a comfort that always made waking up a little brighter.

But the space next to me was empty. Confusion clouded my mind as I sat up, scanning the room for any sign of her. I quickly got out of bed and made my way downstairs, the worry growing with each step.

As I descended, the aroma of breakfast filled the air, and I saw Saerom noona busy in the kitchen, preparing a meal for everyone. The rest of the family sat at the dining table, chatting and laughing, but Yuri's absence was conspicuous.

"Dad," I called out, trying to hide the concern in my voice, "where's Yuri?"

He looked up from his newspaper, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "You woke up?"

Ignoring his question, I pressed on, "Where's Yuri?"

Saerom noona turned towards me, her expression serious. "She left early."

"Left early?" I repeated, my mind racing to comprehend the situation. "For what?"

"University," she explained, her tone giving away nothing.

"Alone?" I asked, my worry intensifying.

She nodded, and a sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. I glanced at Mom, who added, "She didn't even have breakfast."

My heart clenched at the thought of Yuri skipping her morning meal. She was meticulous about it, never one to neglect the importance of breakfast.

"Noona," I urged, desperation creeping into my voice, "did she seem okay?"

Shee shook her head, concern etched on her face. "She didn't seem in a good mood either."

"Shit," I muttered, running my fingers through my hair in frustration.

Haneul hyung, sensing the tension in the air, spoke up, "What happened? Is everything okay?"

"Hmm. I'll get ready." 

The soft glow of the evening sun streamed through the windows as I walked into our room. Yuri was there, engrossed in some work. The air felt heavy with tension, and my heart sank at the palpable distance between us.

"Yuri," I called out, but she didn't acknowledge my presence. A heavy silence hung in the room, echoing the weight of unspoken words.

Changing into more comfortable clothes, I tried to shake off the weariness that clung to me. I approached her slowly, choosing my words carefully.

"What are you doing?" I asked, taking a seat beside her. The silence persisted, and I could sense her reluctance to engage.

I sighed, my gaze shifting between her and the work she was immersed in. There was an undeniable grace in the way she focused, but it was clouded by the tension in the room.

Not gonna lie, she look really pretty today. I mean, I already know that she is really pretty, but today, she looks extra beautiful.

I found myself captivated by her, unable to look away. My fingers traced the outline of her hair, delicately fixing the strands that veiled her face. She paused in her work, a subtle reaction revealing that she was aware of my presence.

As she attempted to distance herself, I acted on impulse, reaching out and gently holding her hand. I pulled her closer, my arm wrapping around her in a protective embrace.

"Yuri," I whispered, my voice filled with sincerity. "You're very upset with me, aren't you?"

Silence lingered, her response lost in the unspoken words hanging between us. I apologized, my words sincere and genuine, but she remained stoic.

When she pushed me away and walked off, a sense of helplessness washed over me. Lying down, I called out, "Oh god," my frustration evident.

"Yah, Yuri," I pleaded, "you're hurting my feelings by not talking to me." The desperation in my voice echoed through the empty spaces of our home. "Yuri! Talk to me!!"

Her silence spoke volumes, leaving me grappling with the consequences of my words and the emotional distance growing between us.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but this continued for a week. Yes, one whole week. I was dying for attention inside.

At night after dinner, I found myself waiting for Yuri in our room, but she didn't come. Restless, I went downstairs and saw her engrossed in her phone in the living room.

"Yah, Yuri. Stop using your phone and come sleep," I called out to her.

No reply.

"Yuri," I said again.

Reluctantly, she put her phone down and stood up. I expected her to come to our room, but instead, she headed to the kitchen. Annoyance began to bubble within me, so I went after her.

She was drinking water, and I stood behind her. Once she was done, she turned around and saw me with my arms crossed. She was about to leave without saying anything.

I couldn't let it slide this time. I took both her wrists and pulled her back, pinning her against the wall. Her eyes widened, and for the first time, we were standing so close to each other.

In that moment, my heart fluttered a little as well, but I knew I had to keep control. "Stop ignoring me," I demanded.

"Let me go. Someone might come," she replied, avoiding eye contact.

The tension in the air was palpable, but I couldn't let her slip away. This was the moment I needed to break through the walls she had built.

Beomgyu: Yuri, we can't keep going on like this. I've apologized, begged for your forgiveness, but you keep pushing me away.

Yuri remained silent, her gaze away from me. 

Beomgyu: Answer me first. How long is this going to go on? I have already apologized to you many times. Can't you forgive me now? I'm your husband after all.

She looked at me, her eyes reflecting a mixture of hurt and uncertainty.

Yuri: If you really think that you're my husband, then start acting like one.

Her words struck me like a dagger to the heart. I swallowed hard, realizing the depth of the disconnect that had grown between us.

Beomgyu: I would. If you stop ignoring me and talk to me.

Before she could respond, Haneul hyung arrived, unintentionally interrupting our fragile conversation. Yuri pushed me slightly, creating a physical distance that mirrored the emotional gap between us.

Haneul: Oh-

He said quickly turning around, sensing the delicate nature of the moment.

She nodded and left, leaving me alone with Haneul, who seemed eager to understand the turmoil within our relationship.

Haneul: So, what's going on?

Beomgyu: Nothing.

Haneul: What was that?

Beomgyu: None of your business.

Haneul: True. Keep it up.

Beomgyu: Excuse me-

YUI P.O.V

As I made my way back to my room, the mere sight of Saerom unnie on the corridor made me halt, her presence drawing my attention.

"Hey," she greeted me gently.

"Oh, hi unnie," I responded.

Saerom unnie's expression turned serious as she asked, "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

I nodded, "Of course.", and we stepped aside to a quieter corner. 

"Great. So, I was wondering... is everything alright between you and Beomgyu?" Saerom unnie inquired, her concern evident.

I sighed, feeling a mixture of surprise and relief that someone cared enough to ask. "Not really," I admitted, opening up about the turmoil that had been brewing in my heart.

"You can tell me," unnie assured, her comforting words encouraging me to share my feelings.

As I poured out my emotions, she listened attentively. "You know, I'm glad you took this step," she remarked, offering a supportive smile.

"Really?" I questioned, surprised by her response.

"Yes, of course. He needed to know who he's hurting," Saerom unnie affirmed. I managed a small laugh, grateful for her understanding.

"But you know that everything is for a limited time only, right?" she added, her tone taking on a more serious note. I met her gaze, waiting for her to continue.

"Give him a chance. I can tell that he's genuinely sorry for what he did and has learned his lesson," Saerom unnie advised, her words resonating with sincerity.

"Sure?" I questioned, uncertainty still lingering in my voice.

She nodded and continued, "He really does miss you, Yuri. A lot. He's always looking for you, waiting for you, talking about you. He misses you so much."

"Unnie... last time you said that he cares for me, it turned out to be the opposite," I confessed, my skepticism surfacing.

"No, Yuri. He has always cared for you. He... He's just dumb. Just like his brother. They both have no idea how to express their love. Beomgyu has always loved and cared for you. And now that you have taught him such a great lesson, he'll cherish you even more. So, trust me. And give him a chance," Saerom unnie pleaded, her eyes reflecting a genuine belief in Beomgyu's remorse.

I sighed, feeling a mix of emotions. After a moment of contemplation, I nodded with a hesitant smile. Saerom unnie's words lingered in my mind, planting a seed of hope that maybe, just maybe, love could find its way back into our story.

BEOMGYU P.O.V

The next day, I woke up in a good mood. Why? Well, because after a whole month, Yuri finally woke me up. I was half asleep when I felt her tap me like always. I quickly opened my eyes. She was surprised.

"You, you woke up at once?" Yuri asked with a mixture of amusement and disbelief.

I couldn't help but smile. "Why wouldn't I wake up if you are the one waking me up?" I replied, feeling a warmth spread through me at the sight of her.

I could tell she was a little taken aback by my response. "Wh-whatever. I'm going to get ready," she stammered, trying to mask her surprise.

But I wasn't ready to let her go just yet. As she attempted to leave the bed, I reached out and gently held her hand. "Why? Today is Sunday. Let's get out of bed a little late," I suggested, looking into her eyes with a softness that mirrored the affection I felt for her.

Yuri hesitated for a moment, her guard slowly crumbling. "W-Why?" she asked, her voice betraying a hint of vulnerability.

"Just because," I whispered, my smile growing wider. I wanted this Sunday to be different, special.

"O-Ok..." Yuri said, with a shy smile on her face.

I couldn't help but feel happy after having her by my side once again.