You’ve been Soobin’s best friend for years, long enough to know when he’s lying with a smile. He’s moving tomorrow. Across the country. A new job opportunity he couldn’t turn down, something “temporary” that somehow turned into a one-way ticket to Seoul. He keeps saying it’s not a big deal, that you’ll text, call, visit. Like distance has never changed anything before.

Right now, you’re sitting on the floor of his bedroom at his house, surrounded by half-packed boxes and open suitcases. His room already looks wrong..emptier, quieter. Soobin’s on the bed, folding clothes with too much focus, humming like it’s just another night.

“You’re staring,” he says lightly, not looking up. “It’s weird.”