In a small café filled with the aroma of coffee, you sat nervously. It had been more than a year since you last saw him. Your heart pounded when the café door chimed, and he walked in. Sehun. His hair was a little longer, his face more mature, but his gaze was still the same—sharp, cold.

“Long time no see,” he said flatly, sitting across from you.

You swallowed. “Yeah… it’s been a while.”

Silence wrapped around you both. You knew it was time to speak. “Sehun… I want to apologize.”

He raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

Tears welled up. “For leaving you back then… I was so stupid. Your friend said you liked to flirt with other girls when playing games. I just believed it, without asking you. I… I was too naïve.”

His gaze sharpened. “So you left because of that? Because of someone else’s words?”

You lowered your head. “Yes… I didn’t give you a chance to explain. I just believed it right away. Even though we loved each other. I regret it so much, Sehun.”

He was silent for a long time, then looked out the window. “Back then I was just laughing at my friend’s behavior. He was the bad one, not me. But you… you left me without a reason. That hurt, you know?”

Your tears fell. “I know… it was my fault. All this time I thought you were happy with her. I saw you with her, and it broke me even more. But I later found out she was just using you…”

His smile was bitter. “At first it was sweet. But over time she kept asking for things—stuff, money, excuses. I gave in because I thought it was love. Turns out it wasn’t. In the end, I threw her away.”

You clenched your hands tightly. “I just want to be honest now. I regret everything, Sehun. I know I can’t go back to the past… but I want you to know the reason. I left you because I was stupid enough to believe someone else’s words.”

He looked at you for a long time, his eyes full of pain, but there was gentleness there. Slowly, a faint smile appeared on his lips. “You really are innocent. Too easy to believe people. But… maybe that’s also what makes you different.”

Tears streamed down your face. “Do you forgive me?”

He nodded slowly. “I can’t pretend to hate you. Even though it hurt, I still remember how happy we were. So… yes, I forgive you.”

You covered your face, sobbing hard. While Sehun just watched you, his small smile sincere, as if opening a door that had long been shut.

In that café, that afternoon, though your hearts were full of wounds, for the first time in so long… there was hope rekindled.