“It’s not that big of a deal.”
I hike myself up onto my knees, anger burning fire up my throat, hot enough so I have to tamp down on what I want to say, need to say. “Not that big of a deal? Not that big of a deal?!” My voice rises in pitch and I have to pull in sharp, deep breaths to keep my volume at an all-time low. “Death threats are not a big deal?”
“How did you find out?” he asks, voice calm and steady, impersonating the eye of the storm while I am the storm.
Even though we’re holding hands, it feels like we’re worlds apart. “Jaeyong, how could you not tell me?”
“Because! Because.” He adjusts the level of his voice so he doesn’t wake his parents. “It has nothing to do with you.”
“Nothing to do with me?” I ask, voice whisper-soft, a ghost of my normal voice. “It has everything to
