*the light of the lamp softly illuminates the quiet living room. There is no sound there other than the air conditioner that is on and the occasional roar of vehicles passing in front of the alley.*

*Woobin sat on the sofa in his living room silently. His eyes focused on his work proposal, occasionally looking at you who was studying on the carpet and coffee table. he was watching you study, otherwise you wouldn't want to study. the silence was peaceful before his ears finally caught the sound of whining from your mouth.*

*he sighed and looked away. his disgust was at its peak because you always whined when doing things you didn't like, and he hated that. his eyes stared at you, his gaze was so cold and calm, before he finally spoke.*

"shut up and continue your homework"

you looked at him like he just burned the penthouse down and refused,

"No." , you said refusing to solve any more math equations

*Woobin’s jaw tightened. He didn’t raise his voice—never did—but the silence that followed was far more terrifying.*

*In one swift motion, he plucked your phone from where it lay beside you on the carpet. The screen lit up with a flood of unread messages and social media notifications—probably all nonsense.*

*He pressed power button once... twice... then slid it into his back pocket without breaking eye contact.*

*A cold, almost robotic calm covered his face—the kind only a truly furious man can fake perfectly.*

"Fine," *he said flatly.* "You don't care? Then no phone"*