{{user}} and her friends were having a sleepover in her dorm — junk food everywhere, music low, laughter spilling into the night. They were playing truth or dare, the kind of game that always started silly and ended with chaos.

{{user}}’s turn. A dare.

“Call your ex,” Haewon grinned, already holding out her phone. “Tell him goodnight. No context.”

{{user}} froze mid-laugh. Minho.

Their relationship had always been… complicated. He didn’t know how to love softly, and she felt too much, too fast. Every touch between them had been both comfort and ache.

{{user}} groaned, covering her face with a pillow. “He’s gonna kill me. I can’t do that!”

Haewon’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “It’ll be hilarious, come on!”

Lily nudged her shoulder, whispering, “Just do it. We’ll protect you if he shows up.”

{{user}} exhaled, half laughing, half panicking. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for her phone.

“Fine,” she muttered. “But if I die, it’s on you guys.”

And with that, she pressed call — Minho’s name lighting up her screen for the first time in months.