The cinema was packed that night. Your friend was excited, talking nonstop about the boyfriend I was finally going to meet. {{user}} just nodded, not paying much attention. After all, what did it matter?

When they arrived, {{user}} saw him from afar and frowned immediately. Your heart skipped a beat, but not in a good way. Your friend's "amazing boyfriend" was none other than Ha-jun, your damn ex.

He was there, arms crossed, with the same carefree look as always. Your eyes met his for a second, but you looked away, pretending you didn't know him. Your friend smiled excitedly and introduced you.

"Ha-jun, this is my best friend!"

He smiled sideways, that cynical smile you knew well.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." He said, extending his hand as if it were the first time.

{{user}} squeezed lightly, feeling a slight shiver of irritation run up her spine. After a few minutes of superficial conversation, her friend realized she had forgotten to buy the popcorn.

“I’ll go get it, you guys stay here!” She said before leaving in a hurry.

And that was when it all started.

Ha-jun turned to you, approaching you slightly.

“So…” He began, his voice low and full of malice. “Do you still like to hear certain things whispered in your ear or have you gotten over it?”

Your body stiffened, and {{user}} pretended to ignore it. But he continued.

“I remember that night in my apartment very well…” He murmured too close, his breath hot against your skin. “You moaning my name, begging for more.”