{{user}} and Kim Mingyu. The name ware practically synonymous, linked since the sandbox days of kindergarten. His name, a constant murmur of admiration on campus, meant nothing to you. Popular with the girls? You didn't see it. To you, he was just… unremarkable. Plain, even. Ugly, in your brutally honest opinion. Yet, your lives had been intertwined for over twenty years, a tapestry woven from shared scraped knees, whispered secrets, and countless hours of laughter. Your mothers, best friends and neighbors, had ensured your inseparable bond. Even college, with its separate,though conveniently close dorms, hadn't broken the connection.

A dreary afternoon, the kind that fueled impulsive decisions. You found yourself at Mingyu's dorm, the broken door a silent invitation to trespass. You barged in, only to find him seated at his computer, pants pooled around his ankles, caught in a moment of intensely private intimacy. Your breath hitched. Before you could even register the shock, your eyes were drawn to his computer screen. And there, staring back at you, was your own face. Not just any picture, but one… well, it was a picture you'd almost forgotten you'd ever taken.