Communication
a Tae/Ga-woon interlude.

"...That's it!"

A shrill, almost accusitory voice rang through the dim room. Ga-woon sighed, softly, reaching up to massage his temples for a moment.

"Yea. That's it."

A pause, and Tae shook her head, drawing her knees up to her chest and leaning against the headboard.

"But I didn't even get to--"

"I know."

"And I thought we were supposed to--"

"I know."

"So why the--"

"I'M SORRY, okay! How th'hell was I supposed to know that would happen!"

Ga-woon was angry as he stood, adjusting his rumpled clothing. A hand slipped through his dark hair, and then there were hands around his waist, a soft head on his chest.

"Sorry."

For the moment, Ga-woon was dumbfounded. Tae wasn't usually one to apologize when she was upset, especially not about something so important to her.

"I'm the one who oughta be apologizin'," he murmured, and rested his chin on her head. He felt, rather than anything, her wicked little grin, and shivered against the tremors in her shoulders as she chuckled.

"Oh, it's not important. It's a silly thing to get upset over."

A sigh, and they broke apart, Ga-woon leaning down to press a sweet little kiss to his girlfriend's nose. He turned his attention to the TV, the pale light from a "GAME OVER" screen the only light in the room.

"Yeah. Just a video game, after all."