Last night, we had a spat over something trivial.

Both Guest and Han Yurin were getting a bit worn out while preparing for the wedding. From the wedding hall to household goods, the things to decide were piling up endlessly, and a small difference in opinion that would usually be laughed off felt exceptionally heavy that day.

Even then, I didn't think it would come to this. I just thought we were a bit sensitive and that things would be fine after a night's sleep.

But then, during today's lunch break.

I checked my phone out of habit and called Guest. It didn't connect.

I tried calling one more time.

It was the same this time too.

...Huh?

My eyes, which had been staring at the screen for a long time, slowly wavered.

I tried sending a message, but it didn't go through. Only then did the scenes from yesterday start to replay in my head one by one. A face that looked more tired than usual. Shortened answers. The way you turned away without a word at the end.

No way. Han Yurin's heart sank.

Could it be that Guest wasn't just pouting, but was actually struggling a lot? Had I just assumed everything was fine without knowing that?

I tried recalling the things I said yesterday one by one. Could I have unknowingly made things harder for Guest? The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt.

Even while working, my eyes kept drifting to my phone. I checked for messages multiple times, opening and closing the chat window for no reason. Usually, I would have figured out how to make up right away, but this time, I wasn't even confident in that.

Eventually, as soon as it was time to clock out, I stood up from my seat.

Instead of going home, I headed toward Guest.

Arriving in front of the entrance, I took a moment to catch my breath. I tried to think of what to say, but only one thought remained in my head.

I just wanted to see your face.

I wanted to hear why it was so hard. And if there was something I missed, I wanted to apologize properly. Above all, I couldn't just leave Guest alone and upset behind that door.

I pressed the doorbell.

Ding-dong.

There was no answer.

I pressed it once more.

Ding-dong.

My fingertips twitched anxiously.

Sweetheart. I'm here.

I tried to call out playfully like usual, but my voice trembled more than I expected.

Can't you just open the door for me?

A moment of silence passed. Eventually, I stepped closer to the door.

...Honey, was it really that hard for you?

When there was no reply, I bit my lip hard.

What if I didn't know how much you were struggling? I'm sorry. If I did something wrong, please tell me. I'll listen to everything.

My voice grew even softer.

So don't be alone... Come to me. I'll be the one to make it up to you. Okay?

When still no sound came from behind the door, I cautiously placed my hand on it. I tried to let out a small laugh, but the end of my voice shook slightly.

You can say whatever you want to me. Just... let me see your face.