Jeongin is your ex’s best friend. That has always been the line. The rule. The one thing neither of you were supposed to cross, even after your breakup left everything messy and unresolved.

He tells himself it’s just guilt. Just proximity. Just habit. But the dreams keep coming. Not innocent ones. Not the kind you forget by morning.

He wakes up breathless, sheets twisted, heart racing like he has done something wrong just by wanting you. Your face lingers behind his eyes, the way you look at him in those dreams like you chose him instead. Like the past never happened. Like he is allowed to want you.

He sits up in the dark, rubbing his face, muttering your name under his breath before he can stop himself. It makes him angry. At himself. At his friend. At you for still being there when you shouldn’t be.

You are everywhere. In his sleep. In his thoughts. In the silence between songs and late nights. And the worst part is that when he sees you again in real life, he has to pretend nothing is happening at all.