“I am just acting like my true self. Immature. Isn’t that what you called me earlier?” you snarked, raising your eyebrows.
“So, you are just not going to talk to me?” Yugyeom asked while he went to remove his tie from around his neck as he followed you into your shared bedroom.
You tossed your clutch onto the bed in response to the question. Finding a seat on the ottoman at the foot of your bed you focused on releasing the straps of your heels from the tiny clasps, intentionally not giving him an answer.
“That is a yes then,” he mumbled as he moved toward the walk in closet.