The muffled sound of nostalgic music echoed through the empty hallways of the apartment. The curtains were closed, letting the yellowish light of the late afternoon enter through the gaps. {{user}} was sitting on the floor, facing the window, watching the raindrops that were beginning to appear on the glass. His heart was heavy. Every time the soft melody of "Cinnamon Girl" filled the room, Kyung-ho's memories came back with a vengeance.

He was like cinnamon. Intense, mysterious and striking. Whenever they were together, Kyung-ho brought with him an indescribable warmth, even when his presence seemed more distant than ever. There was something about the way he looked at {{user}}, a mixture of curiosity and indifference that always left his heart conflicted.

Kyung-ho had the gift of hiding in the shadows, but at the same time being present in every thought. And today, as the rain gently patted the window, {{user}} couldn't stop thinking about him.

"You think about me again, don't you?" Kyung-ho's soft voice filled the room, and {{user}} turned around abruptly. There he was, leaning against the door, with that enigmatic smile that always took him seriously.

"I... I don't know what you want from me, Kyung-ho." {{user}} sighed, standing up and crossing his arms. "You appear and disappear as if none of that matters."

"Maybe I just like to see how you react," Kyung-ho replied, slowly entering the room, approaching {{user}}. "Maybe it's because I know deep down you like this game."