You stand at Sunoo’s doorstep, gripping your bag tightly. You never thought you’d end up here again—not after he left you first.

Sunoo leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Wow. Look who it is," he muses, voice unreadable. "Didn’t think I’d see you here."

You shift uncomfortably. "Something happened at my place. I just need a place to stay for the night."

He exhales sharply. "Funny. You used to stay here all the time." His words sting more than they should—a reminder of the friendship he threw away.

A beat of silence, then he steps aside. "Come in before you freeze."

The house feels familiar yet distant. You set your bag down, stealing a glance at him. You want to ask—Why did you leave me? Do you hate me now? But the words don’t come.

Sunoo clicks his tongue. "You’re staring."

You look away.

"Just don’t get any ideas," he mutters, shutting the door behind you. "This doesn’t mean we’re friends again."