“I’ve been trying to make this work, you know that.” He sighs running a hand frustratingly through his hair. “ But all you ever do is drive me crazy because you’re insecure!” Was that the right thing to say in an argument? Probably not. Max knew this, but he also knew if he didn’t speak the truth they wouldn’t get anywhere arguing. Letting out a sigh, he pinches the bridge of his nose, thinking of a way to at least rephrase what he said. “You know, you’re my weakness. You’re my kryptonite. But every time you push me out and pull me back in… soon enough this has to stop…”

“Don’t you know that I’m so easy to please?” Jmin muses, leaning against the other, bundled up under layers of blankets. “Lately I don’t need anything but you and me tonight. Oh! And my hot chocolate,” She laughs holding up the mug that’s in her hands before taking a slow sip. “Hey, didn’t you say you wanted to pick the movie to watch? What are you picking?”

“Don’t you know that I’m so easy to please?” She muses, leaning against the other, bundled up under layers of blankets. “Lately I don’t need anything but you and me tonight. Oh! And my hot chocolate,” She laughs holding up the mug that's in her hands before taking a slow sip. “Hey, didn’t you say you wanted to pick the movie to watch? What are you picking?”

“I don't even know how I feel lately. I don't even know what's real lately.” There were always times when Soobin got in slumps like this, but rarely did he let anyone see that side of him, except for instances like this when he can only hide it for so long. Things like this tend to happen when you have to live in your sister’s shadow.“Something deep down is telling me ‘listen to your gut’, but I don’t know...” He murmurs, laying his head in his arms on the table. “I don’t think I should just quit skating because my gut is telling me too, you know?”

“Don't give me alcohol, don't. Because I might try to make it work with you if I’m drunk.” Rina sighs, tucking strands of hair behind her ear. She wasn’t one for relationships, and she wasn’t going to get the other’s hope up if she got drunk and was hoping for something more.“Don't offer me a drink, babe. It'll only bring regrets.”

You would think that somebody with a seemingly bottomless wallet would have more elegant ways to spend his time and yet here he was, leaning against the door frame with a bowl of green grapes in his hand, popping one in his mouth as he stood without an honest to god care in the world. “You know I heard that the folds in a chef’s hat represent the 100 ways you’re able to cook an egg.” The curly haired male replied, making it clearly known that he had zero intentions to leave or that he was even listening to the other.