ㅤㅤsasha was struggling not to bite back in the face of his justified annoyance. she was biting her tongue for as long as she could muster, heavily made-up features secretly reddening under pale foundation as black eyes started to narrow begrudgingly; words still pouring from his mouth. why must he make it so hard for her to play nice?
ㅤㅤ" you're overreacting, " she started, her voice having abandoned its previous sweetness in favour of a firmer tone, noticeably growing more and more defensive at the mention of other women. " why would you assume i was looking on your phone for women? you sound guilty as fuck. besides, as your girlfriend i think i have a right to go on your phone if i want to. not to read your shit, before you start whining. what if my phone was dead, or broken, or lost, and i wanted to... i don't know, check the fucking weather? browse the internet? check the score? " but sasha doesn't care for, nor watch, sports. she'd been scrolling through contacts, texts, calls, unable to read, but still trying to find something she didn't want to see.
ㅤㅤand then it dawned on her: " i just told you that i love you, and you didn't say it back. why didn't you say it back? because there is another woman? you're just like every other fucking guy on the planet. "
every time they argued over something like this, sasha was so charismatic and unwavering in her stubborn belief that she was right that it had gunwoo's head spinning and second-guessing reality. which was the point, gunwoo surmised — but it was effective and drove him insane. despite being athletic and having an imposing stature, gunwoo had an immense amount of patience when it came to most things and he wasn't typically quick to anger, but with sasha he had to reel himself in. his tongue prods at the inside of his cheek, meeting sasha's unwavering fish-eyed stare with knitted brows and an uncertain look on his face. gunwoo is beginning to think what sasha is saying almost makes sense, but weren't there boundaries even in committed relationships? they were dating, he wasn't going to put a ring on it just yet and turn her into a stepford wife. "i sound guilty? then you sound crazy as fuck. if you could just — tell me what fuckin' prompted you to do this, maybe we could have a civil conversation and i could reassure you. but no, you're throwing everything but the kitchen sink at me because you want to have a screaming match," he accuses, biting and frustrated beyond belief. thing is, gunwoo means it, if he'd done anything to plant a seed of doubt in her mind he'd rather talk about it than do any of this sneaky shit that made them both suspicious of eachother. gunwoo blanches when sasha comes back at him with even more ammunition, and a tired hand scrubs at his face as he lets out a disbelieving and resigned huff of laughter. "sasha, i do love you. if i didn't, i would just cut ties and be done with this because it's exhausting. you're not exhausting, but this is. how do you wanna establish trust between us again then, huh? i'll let you look through my phone properly — won't even scrub the texts of me calling you fucking insane, if you let me look through yours," he offers, gaze darkening with mirrored suspicion. gunwoo really, really didn't think sasha would be down for that, which is why he's suggesting it. this will either bring her back to a point of clarity, or they'll get even more volatile with each other and gunwoo will be on his knees begging his beautiful princess with a disorder to see reason.









