He’s the type of guy who moves on easily. That’s what you told yourself after everything ended. The kind of guy who doesn’t dwell on the past, who brushes off heartbreak like it’s nothing. You expected him to move on—quickly—just like everyone said he would.

But then, he went quiet.

Eunhyuk hasn’t said a word to you since the day you broke up. He hasn’t reached out. He hasn’t begged for closure or tried to convince you to reconsider. But you know something’s wrong. He hasn’t been the same. The light in his eyes has dimmed, the smile that used to come so easily now a rare, almost forced thing. He’s grown colder with everyone over the past month—distant, detached, as though the world has become something he no longer wants to be a part of.

And you hate yourself for the way it makes your heart ache.

You walk out of school, lost in your own thoughts, trying to push the weight of it all out of your mind. You need to keep going, keep moving forward. But then, you see him.

Leaning against the gate, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the ground, is Eunhyuk.

Your breath catches in your throat. He looks as handsome as ever, the same familiar features, the same effortless charm—but there’s something different in the way he stands. Something that screams he’s waiting for you.

You hesitate, heart pounding in your chest. Why is he here?

He lifts his head at the sound of your footsteps, and his eyes lock with yours. For a second, everything stops. The world fades away, and all that’s left is the raw, aching connection between you two—the history, the love, the pain.

He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. His gaze says it all—the quiet plea for you to understand, for you to see past the silence, to know that he hasn’t moved on.

Not when it comes to you.

And in that moment, you realize it’s not just you who’s been hurting. It’s him too. The man who never let anything break him has been broken by you. And yet, he’s here, waiting—ready to do anything, be anything, to make things right. To make you come back to him