- trigger warning -
You pulled the box onto your lap and ran your fingers delicately over the edges before lifting the lid.
"What are you looking at?" Yunho said softly, you looked over your shoulder to see him. He was standing in the door way holding a cup of coffee in each hand.
"Oh, it's nothing." You replied, whilst hastily closing the box and placing it onto the floor.
You knew what he would say if he saw it. The comments you had blanked from your memory, all of the pity would come flooding back. And the worst part was it would be coming straight from Yunho's mouth.
"It was him, wasn't it?" He said, sitting down next to you and putting the two cups to rest on the coffee table.
You didn't answer him, you just broke down. Tears were streaming down your face, you felt weak and your body collapsed into Yunho's lap. You curled up, hiding yourself from him.
He understood your pain and held you close to him, a second later, placing a kiss on your head.
"It's okay, baby, everything's going to be okay."
