Chan was your childhood best friend—the one you spent every moment with, from kindergarten through elementary school. Back then, you were inseparable, swearing you’d always stick together. But things changed. A stupid argument, sharp words neither of you truly meant, and just like that, the bond shattered, silence filled the space where laughter used to be. He never reached out, no matter how much he missed you. And just like that you turned to strangers again.

Years passed, and life moved on. You got into your dream high school, but it meant moving to Seoul for boarding school. It was a fresh start, a chance to leave the past behind.

With your bags slung over your shoulder, you pushed open the door to your dorm, stepping inside with cautious excitement. The room was small but cozy, a bed neatly made on one side, a desk pushed against the wall. But none of that mattered, because as soon as your eyes landed on the boy sitting on the other bed, your breath caught in your throat. Chan. He was right there, phone in hand, but his screen was long forgotten. His wide eyes locked onto yours, shimmering with something between shock and longing. For a split second, hope flickered in them—hope that he still had a chance to be your... Friend.

But then, doubt crept in. The fear of rejection weighed him down like chains, keeping him frozen. So he did what felt safest—he tore his gaze away, pretending to scroll through his phone, acting as if his world hadn’t just been flipped upside down.